It was so nice and warm. He was walking around a garden filled flowers, jumping around. He can read books alone without any interruption. The view was just perfect. Then he saw a figure, walking towards him. It was all happening all so fast but at that moment it was slowed down for jisung.
The same figure, that cold gaze but it turns into a cocky one once he sees him. The same gaze that turns soft for him sometimes. Sometimes.
Jisung tilted his head confused, he stood up himself as he walked towards him. At this moment the both mens were walking towards each other slowly slowly closing the distance. Finally they reached each other, Minho raised his eyes at him. Jisung didn't say anything just huffed. Minho didn't say anything but held his hand, jisung just blinked in surprise.
His warm hands were not cold like his eyes. But soft like his gaze towards the nerd.
Jisung felt his heart skip a beat. It wasn't like this before. He didn't feel annoyed like before, angry at his stupid face, wanting to slap him, yell or punch him. Telling him how idoit he was.
He took shakey breaths as he subconsciously gripped onto his hand tightly, his gaze, the way his lips curls up while he smiles. Everything he does is just annoyingly good but he can't help himself to be mad at him. Why is that?
"I will keep on being beside you," he finally spoke, jisung stared at him. The background faded away from his eyes, only the man infront of him being the only thing he sees, hears, touches. He gulped quietly enough, as he opened his mouth but no words came out.
Minho gently cupped his cheeks, as he pulled him closer, closer and closer. Jisung was trembling, his eyes slightly wide. Is this happening? He took a shakey exhale before letting out a sigh of defeat and closing his eyes, their lips almost met as- -
the alarm clock filled the whole room with it's irritating sound as it tried to wake up the sleeping nerd who was passed out cold. He groaned once the alarm hit his eardrums, his hands reaching out to slam it shut as he flopped back on the bed. He opened his eyes, as he blinked. Seeing the similar room and not the garden he met the older was almost disappointing for him. He layed on his back staring at the ceiling with a heavy sigh.
He took deep breaths for a while before closing his eyes, he bit his lips frustrated as he opened his eyes, his brows frowning as it softened.
"Lee Minho.." he whispered breathless, "what the hell have you done to me?"
He glanced at the time and his eyes flew open. 9 am?! He jumped up from his bed as he ran to get dressed up, he wore his tie randomly, as he ran out with his bag half closed.
He ran inside the school after taking 20 minutes. He ran that fast. He panted heavily as he grabbed his knees panting heavily before he saw a pair of legs standing infront of him. He glanced up to see Minho.
"Late, aren't you president?" He said raising his eyes.
Jisung's gulped quietly as he remembered his dream, he got slightly red as he huffed, "cut it off." He murmured as he got back up.
Minho crossed his arms, "Hang over?" He asked jisung just sighed lowly. He didn't know what to say. Yes or no? He didn't even know how he got home.
"Yeah, I don't know" he huffed lowly.
He huffed a laugh as jisung glared at him. "What's so funny?" He hissed as he shuffled his bag slightly and walked off, sort of stomping. Either way he looked like a kid.
Minho held his mouth as he watched him go, "I think I should teach you how to make a tie?" He yelled at his back.
Jisung glanced at his tie, it looked like a two year old helped him do it. He turned even red as he gave him middle finger and stormed off. Minho chuckled lowly as he shook his head,
"What a idoit." He whispered having a idoit smile himself.
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