perfect || minsung

IX

the perfect boy was supposed to meet minho at his house at nine p.m. the older boy had it all planned. he knew exactly what to say , exactly what to do. he knew what time chan should be home and what time the garbage truck would be by in the morning. so  when the door bell rung minho smiled. everything was in place

" hi ji !" minho smiled as he opened the door

" hi ." jisung smiled shyly

the older guided the younger in , making sure to lock the door. he had a movie and snacks ready in the living room. jisung smiled and walked to the couch , minho sitting after.

as the movie started jisung giggled. the sound driving minho wild. he didn't know how long he could handle the younger. every laugh , every small comment , every time the younger would shift slightly in his seat. minho tried to refrain from looking at the younger.

for he had looked perfect.

thats it. thats the only thing that annoyed minho about the boy. minho had hated perfect things.

when minho  was five , his mom brought home a bouquet of flowers. the boy had hated how perfect they looked in the vase his father had made. how the sun rays made the bright colors pop. so he took the flowers outback and smashed the pot. taking a pair of scissors the boy had cut the flowers up into hundreds of small pieces.

as the colors of the tv illuminated the giggling boys face he couldn't take it anymore.

" jisung ? could you come help me in the kitchen please ?"

" yeah of course ."

jisung got off the couch and skipped into the kitchen. minho grinned as the younger boy made his way over.

" what did you need minnie ?" the younger smiled.

" close you're eyes and count to seven okay ?"

" why ?" jisung asks as he closes his eyes.

" its a fun game me and channie used to play ."

" okay !"