Jersey - Minsung

Int. School - Friday

Somehow, Minho was able to make it to Friday without some kind of mental breakdown. Going into lunch Thursday made him all kinds of anxious. He made his way to the table with a heavy heart, thinking Jisung would act weird after yesterday's weirdness- more on Minho's part than anything. But Jisung had waved at him, smiling wide as he asked if he could have some of Minho's muffin. He gave him the whole thing and Jisung was all giggles, Minho feeling less tense.

Now, it was Friday morning and all that ran through Minho's brain was the possibility of seeing Jisung in his jersey. It made him feel light headed, like never ending suspense was waiting for him just inside the school grounds. He probably wouldn't even see Jisung until lunch, but he was still keeping an eye out, wondering if the boy had chosen to wear the jersey now or was waiting until the game this afternoon.

He spotted Jeongin with Chan, making a beeline for the pair in hopes of learning Jisung's whereabouts.

"Minho!" Jeongin exclaimed, smiling brightly, even more so than usual. Minho also detected a bit of a smirk in his features, trying his hardest to figure out what was running through the young boy's mind. "You excited for the game? I know Jisung is." Minho opened his to ask just where Jisung was when he caught sight of the boy from across the way.

His mouth was left hanging open as he watched a very shy Jisung walk down the hall, people glancing at his jersey in question?

"Is it his?" Some girl asked, her friend shook her head.

"Can't be, he's not on the team."

"Did someone give it to him?" Another girl mumbled, trying to get a look at the number on the back. "His backpack hides the number."

"Must be one of the players' boyfriends." That one Minho heard and he flushed head to toe, as he watched Jisung amble closer. He had no words for the amount of softness he felt as he stared at the boy. The jersey hung just above his knees, swallowing his lean body whole. It made him look even tinier than what Minho had already imagined him to be and Minho shuffled closer on instinct, as if going in to hug him, to squeeze his cuteness. But he stopped himself, or tried since his hands hovered over Jisung's shoulders.

He quickly brought them down, coughing and crossing his arms to feign nonchalance.

"It uh- looks good on you." He managed to say, even his voice was a tad high pitched for the time being. He heard Chan stifle a laugh and he cleared his throat further. "Really good." Jisung's hands hung in front of him, fidgeting as he heard Minho's compliment.

"Thank you." He said, not meeting Minho's gaze. Minho wanted so badly to see those coffee brown eyes, but he didn't get the time, the bell signalling the start of first period.

"Gotta run, we'll see you guys later." Jeongin pulled a limp Jisung away, Minho watching until the very minute they disappeared around the corner.

"Oh what a sight you are." Chan cracked, smacking a hand on his back. "Let's get going or else we'll be late." The last thing Minho wanted was to be late, but even still, he walked ever so slowly to class, his brain replying the image of Jisung in his jersey. He really did love the way it looked on him.