Incoming Call (Minsung)

nine➕jisung

He was fucking hot...
How the shit does someone get that sexy?!
I want to cry right now, I can't even look at this piece of art without blushing. Help me, good lord.

After that spiel, he sat beside me and looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes of his.

"What do you want?" he smiles at me handsomely and I almost melt into a puddle on the ground, but somehow manage to contain my feelings.

"W-What...?" I was confused. What was he asking me? I was too busy staring at his peRFECTNESS-

"To drink. And eat. It's all on me," he says, leaning on the counter to the outdoor ice cream counter place thing.

"Ooooh... uhm.." I blushed harshly at my dumbness and looked at what I could get. "Maybe.. just a chocolate swirl shake.. please and thank you," I looked over at him, shyly smiling.

"No problem," he clears his throat and orders the chocolate swirl and some other mango shake for himself. I looked up at him, looking at his beautifully sculpted face.

"T-Thank you.. Minho," I say lightly and he just shrugs.

"Don't mention it," he smirks and I roll my eyes a little. I'm going to mention it, obviously. He doesn't know me and he's buying me shit...

Wait...

Is he trying to get my ass?!

Cause that's not available at this time.

I shake my head and concentrate on what's important; not being stupid in front of him because I'm trying to impress him so he'll like me. Because I need more friends. And maybe a boyfriend, but who knows. He could be straight as a stick..

Yeah, no he's not straight. Nevermind.

We wait in silence for our shakes, him comfortably searching through his Instagram for funny posts while I sit there in agony. First of all, he's hot and I likey likey. Second, this is awkward as fuck for me because my people skills aren't up to par. And I wanted to escape like right now.

"So, how much do you bet that I can get you to fall in love with me within a week?" Minho suddenly speaks up, making me jump. I ponder the question for a moment, looking at him.

You're already making me fall in love with you, you perfect man.

"You won't be able to! I'm not that easy..." I lie.

"You sure about that? I'm what you might call... a heartthrob."

OBVIOUSLY, JESUS-

"Hm. I'm still severely doubting I'll ever like you, Lee Minho," I told him firmly.

WHERE IS THIS CONFIDENCE COMING FROM-

"I doubt that you're severely doubting that you'll ever like me, Han Jisung," he leans in.

PANIC TIME, PANIC TIME, CODE RED. HOT MAN LEANING IN-

I blush harshly, looking into his eyes. Just then, our shakes arrive and he backs away.

THANK YOU ICE CREAM LADY, I OWE MY POKÉMON CARDS TO YOU-

I drink my shake, my red face still flushed as I do so in silence, hoping that I'll be back to my senses so that Minho can't notice that I'm very obviously flustered by his fucking existence.

"I think after this, we'll go swim. Is that alright with you, sweetheart?"

I WANT TO FUCKING DIE.

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A/N:
Aye I updated lol

Stay Cool 😎

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