ʙʟᴜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀʜᴏᴏᴅ; Minho+Jisung

three.

❝Cause there's still
Too long to the weekend
Too long till I drown in
Your hands❞
✏
3 years later

Minho
"Hyung!" I had been walking with my friends from my grade in the corridors when I heard a familiar voice yell. "Hey Jisung. What's up?" I turned and asked politely. "you're still up for the sleepover tonight right?" He asked, panting for air. "of course, why would I turn it down?"

He put his thumbs up as he was unable to speak from loss of air. "okay...was just...confirming. See you at home" he said between breaths and then turned around and walked away before I could say anything.

"He's younger than us right?" one of my friends questioned. "yes, he's my neighbour" I answered. Suddenly, they started snickering. It was annoying to realize that they were laughing about Jisung.

"He's a weirdo" one said. "yeah...weirdo" another repeated. I couldn't fathom why they'd call a sweet boy by such names. "You all don't know him well. He's really adorable" I argued, my tone sounding offended. "pfft. We can't believe you play with him" My friend said and then the whole clique walked away.

I balled my fists in anger, wanting to punch all of them square in the faces. How dare they speak ill of Jisung, a boy who was nothing but kind and helpful towards others. Just because because he is always overexcited about anything and everything doesn't make him 'a wierdo'. It's one of the things that add on to make him precious.

-

"Hyung~ what do you want to do?" Jisung asked as we were both sitting idly on his bed in our pajamas. "I just want to eat and...could we watch a movie or something?" It was a Friday night and there was no way we were going to sleep early.

"okay, I'll just bring some snaccs from the kitchen. Stay here" Jisung said, getting up and leaving the room.

I took this time to keenly examine his room that hadn't changed much in three years. The shelf next to the door held the same old children books, the toy box too contained all of Jisungs old plushies including mr. Squirrel, the one he would be most excited about.

I made my way to his desk, noticing a dark brown notebook placed on it which seemed to be a diary.

'dont read unless ur Jisung' said the first page. I giggled. It only made me curious as to what secrets of Jisung the notebook had held. Just as I was about to flip the page, Jisung entered and saw me with his diary.

He first carefully set the tray down on the ground and then ran and leapt on me, struggling to snatch the notebook from my hand which held it high. It was tougher for him since he was shorter than me

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3rd pov
Jisung brought his hands to the latters torso in order to tickle him. Minho ducked to shield his stomach from the attack and Jisung took this opportunity to grab his diary.

His was about to shove it inside his shelf but before he could, Minho toppled over him from behind. Both the boys fell to the floor, surprisingly without any hurt.

"ah! Hyung your peepee is touching my butt! Get off!" Jisung yelled, feeling a little crushed under the elders weight.

What Jisung said turned Minhos face bright red and he immediately got off from the position, recalling an image he saw on his computer 'by mistake'. His expression completely altered from comical to embarrassed.

Jisung got up too, making sure to hide his diary deep inside his shelf then turning back to Minho. "Hyung...you're face seems too red. Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

Minhos thoughts were intruded as he tried to keep his expression normal. "yes, I'm alright. C-Can we eat now?" he asked, still dazed from what had just happened.

The two made their way to the bed, getting comfy under the blanket as Jisung booted his laptop that was previously on his desk. The boy then suddenly rested his head on the elders chest.

A foreign feeling rose inside Minho. It was something he had never experienced in his ten years of existence. His heartbeat quickened and cheeks became flushed as he wrapped his hand around the shorter male

"I've always wanted to watch *insert disney movie* so why not watch it with you?" Jisung said, procuring the CD from god knows where and inserting it in the laptop.

All Minho could think about was how pleasant and comfortable Jisung felt on his chest and he wanted to hug him like that forever. He wanted to spend all his time snuggling the younger.

Back then, young Minho was completely unaware of how objectional such a relationship was considered

❝too long since I've been a fool❞