Jersey - Minsung

Int. Minho's Bedroom - That Night

Minho laid on his bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling for who knows how long. He thinks he's been in the same position since he arrived home, mind continuously flashing back to earlier that day. Jisung and his pretty face and his number painted on his cheek and then his stupidity came and he cringed, sitting up in bed.

"Why'd I do that?" Minho thought aloud, covering his face with his hands. Why couldn't he had left it at, 'you don't have to paint your face anymore.' He had to be extra and hand his spare jersey over so Jisung could wear it. The idea of Jisung in his over-sized jersey made his tummy feel bubbly, in a good way. It also made him feel like he was somehow staking claim, like having Jisung in his jersey would tell others who he was there for. It made a smile etch it's way onto his face, one he tried hard to contain.

No one's ever made Minho feel this way before. He felt so conflicted. On one hand, he liked the way Jisung made him feel. He made him feel warm all over when he smiled at him and his laugh was infectious. His excitement was Minho's excitement, made him happy to be by his side when he was happy about something silly like candy or no homework. Minho found himself buying extra food at lunch just to accommodate the boy, so he wouldn't have to steal Jeongin's food all the time. Giddy oozed out of his body at times like that, but then there were times where Minho felt at a loss.

He was nervous around Jisung, trembling fingers always shifting when he sat close to Jisung. His heartbeat always raced, sending all of him into overdrive. He tended to get carried away at times like this, accidentally bumping shoulders with Jisung and apologizing for his haphazard behavior. Jisung would say it was okay, but Minho felt guilty because he liked when they bumped shoulders, liked the electricity that ran through his body at such a simple touch. A few times their hands have crashed under the table and Jisung pulls away fast while Minho is always left in a daze of how soft it is and how much he wants to hold it. He wants to feel his soft hand all the time.

Minho has never thought about holding hands, much less thought about kissing someone, but Jisung has stirred that part of him, made him curious. He'll find himself staring at Jisung's lips- a lot. So much so, that Felix once called him out on it.

"It's funny."

"What is?" Minho had said. They had been waiting for practice to start, Chan running late.

"You make a similar face to Changbin."

"When?"

"When you want a kiss." Minho, taken aback, sought words to even begin to comprehend what Felix was getting at.

"But I don't want to kiss you." Felix laughed hysterically.

"The hell you don't, Binnie would kill you. I meant Jisung." Minho sputtered, quick to deny it. "Don't act like you haven't thought about it." Minho wanted to say no, but at that moment, Felix was his only confidant.

"Maybe it crossed my mind." Felix smirked.

"I knew it."

They didn't get to talk about it further, Chan bursting through the doors in a hurry to get practice started. So, Minho was left to wonder if it was that obvious to Felix, was it obvious to Jisung? Could he sense how badly Minho wanted to kiss him, to hold him, to be near him? It was a mess. Minho felt like a mess with all these emotions running through him and they weren't calming down. If anything they got worse with everyday he spent lunch with Jisung.

Friday he'd see him in his jersey and a shout escapes past his lips, how will he handle it?