minsung one shots

something like fire

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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fluff. slight angst. slight spice / 9292
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● enemies to lovers

they met in the worst way possible.

it was the second week of high school - that awkward time when friendships were still forming and everyone was either desperately trying to blend in or stand out.

lee minho was the new kid, recently transferred from a different district. quiet, sharp-eyed, and quick-tongued, he had this air of someone who didn't care what anyone thought, which, of course, only made people more curious about him. he kept mostly to himself, earbuds always in, hoodie pulled over his head like armor.

han jisung was the loud one. always cracking jokes, bouncing between friend groups like he didn't need to belong to just one. he was clever - too clever - and had the kind of charisma that annoyed people before it charmed them. teachers liked him, students tolerated him, and no one really dared to challenge him. not until minho.

they clashed immediately.

it started in biology class, when they were forced to share a lab table. jisung made a joke about something stupid - probably about how dissecting frogs was like sushi for psychopaths - and minho, without even looking up from his notes, muttered, "god, you never shut up, do you?"

jisung blinked. "sorry, do you speak peasant, or only in insults?"

minho just looked at him then. and smirked.

it was war after that.

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their rivalry was the kind that escalated fast and never backed down. jisung would "accidentally" knock minho's books off the table when passing by. minho would move jisung's chair back an inch so he'd stumble when trying to sit. jisung once switched the labels on minho's chemistry project - minho got a D. minho, in return, wrote "han jisung is a fungus" in permanent marker on the bathroom wall. for weeks.

they were fire and gasoline, constantly one spark away from burning the whole school down.

everyone around them knew to keep their distance when the two of them were in the same room. teachers separated them during group assignments. classmates sighed when one walked in and the other was already there.

and then came the broken wrist.

it was during gym class. dodgeball. someone threw a ball too hard, and jisung - in a moment of pure bad luck - tried to block it and ended up landing wrong on his wrist. the crack was audible.

he came in the next day with a cast.

minho took one look at him and burst out laughing. loud. unrepentant.

"wow," he said, grinning. "did the ball hit your ego too? or is that still intact?"

jisung glared at him. "jealous you didn't get to throw it?"

"nah," minho replied, still smirking. "but i'll sign your cast. should i write 'fragile: handle with care' or 'finally, proof you can't catch anything, not even a ball'?"

it should've hurt more. but the worst part was that minho's insults always hit where it stung. jisung hated how much space minho took up in his head. hated the way his eyes lit up when he got a rise out of someone. hated how, even when they were fighting, it felt like minho saw straight through him.

and jisung gave back as good as he got.

when someone stole minho's expensive headphones from his locker, jisung didn't even try to be subtle.