minsung one shots

something beautiful, like you

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
-------------------
fluff / 4866
-------------------
ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵗᵒʳʰᵉᵃᵈˢ' ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᶠⁱʳᵉᶠˡⁱᵉˢ ᶠᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵃˡ

ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ^^

jisung woke up exactly four minutes before his alarm went off. his phone lay face down on the bedside table, its black screen reflecting the faint, dusty morning light leaking in through the blinds.

he didn’t need to look at it to know how much time had passed, how much sleep he hadn’t gotten. his body felt heavy, yet his mind buzzed with that restless electricity that had kept him tossing and turning all night. minho’s voice still echoed in his head, clear as if the call hadn’t ended hours ago.

“i want to show you something. in my hometown.”

jisung had begged for more, whined in that way that always made minho laugh softly, but of course minho hadn’t given in. he never did when it came to surprises.

and so, jisung had lain there, staring at the ceiling in the dark, rolling over every five minutes like maybe a new position would magically let him fall asleep. but every time his eyes closed, his mind wandered: what if minho was planning something big? what if it was something scary? what if - god, jisung hated not knowing.

when the alarm finally went off at nine, jisung was already sitting up, hair a wild halo around his head, eyes still sticky from lack of sleep. he slapped the alarm off before it could blare its second ring, groaning as he rubbed his face with both hands.

the first thing he did was check his messages. nothing new from minho. of course. jisung rolled his eyes at the empty notification bar like it had personally offended him, then tossed his phone onto the bed with a little more force than necessary.

he shuffled into the bathroom, dragging his feet like he was auditioning for a zombie role. his reflection in the mirror made him wince. his eyes were puffy, his cheeks smushed from sleeping sideways, and his hair looked like he’d lost a fight with the pillow. he leaned closer to the mirror, pressing his forehead against the cool glass. “you look like you’ve been through war,” he muttered to himself, though his lips twitched into a small smile because he knew minho would tease him for it anyway.

the shower helped. warm water poured over his shoulders, down his back, loosening the knots of tension that had built up from his sleepless night.

jisung stayed under the spray for longer than necessary, zoning out, letting his thoughts drift to minho again. what kind of “something” could require a trip to jeonju-si? a place minho rarely talked about, except in passing. jisung tried to piece together clues from their conversations - family, old friends, favourite places - but the puzzle only made his chest twist tighter with anticipation.

after the shower, he padded back into his room wrapped in a towel, hair dripping onto the floorboards. he stared at his open wardrobe for a full five minutes, towel sliding down his shoulder, before sighing dramatically.

what was he even supposed to wear for a mystery trip? casual? something a little nicer, in case minho was planning something special? jisung bit his lip, then grabbed a couple of options, tossing them onto the bed.

he ended up changing outfits three times. first a plain t-shirt and jeans - too boring. then a button-up shirt and slacks - too formal. finally, he settled on a soft oversized sweater and black jeans, comfortable but still presentable.

he stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of his sweater, turning left and right like the answer would magically appear in his reflection.

“it’s fine,” he told himself, pointing at the mirror as if to convince his reflection. “minho doesn’t care what you wear. he likes you even when you look like… this.” he gestured vaguely at his still-messy hair and the faint bags under his eyes.