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Jisung hummed to the familiar tune, heart pounding with each note the elder hit. He was so lost, eyes fluttering in a lovesick daze, so oblivious to his surroundings to the pointwhere he hadn't even realised his hand had encompassed the door handle. It moved downward sharply as the boy subconsciously pulled all of his weight onto it, causing him to stumble straight into the room.
"Jisung?" The elder's hand stopped abruptly at the presence of the latter, plucking an unpleasant sound from the strings.
"God–you scared me.." He choked out a laugh, shoving the instrument beneath the white blanket that splayed across the couch.
Oh no.
Oh shit.
Jisungs cheeks flushed, totally mortified that Minho probably knew that he was listening the entire time. And so the brunette just stood there dumbly, staring at the honey haired boy, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Are you okay?" The elder enquired, a hint of worry evident in his tone.
"Yes!..I'm–I'm so sorry I barged in like this! That was rude of me I'm sorry–I'll just–" Jisung spluttered, spewing out apologies.
"It's fine Sungie, seriously. Calm down." The elder raised an eyebrow, chuckling at Jisung's odd behaviour.
"I didn't know you could sing..or play guitar." Jisung grinned shyly, exposing his (adorable) crooked front tooth. "Your voice is..pretty."
"Oh..thank you," Minho averted his eyes. "I don't think so though.."
Was that a hint of nervousness?
It was. It was obvious by the way that Minho fiddled with the stray piece fabric from his jeans and averted his gaze from Jisung. Perhaps if Jisung's eyes weren't deceiving him, there was even a light shade of pink that dusted across his cheeks.
"I mean, I don't mean to pry but.. you're so talented in all these things, art, singing, guitar..why do you keep them to yourself?" The younger inquired, propping his small frame onto the armrest of the couch.
"Because I have to." Minho deadpanned.
"Because my Father..he doesn't want me to pursue useless things." He chucked, but there was an unmistakable heaviness in his eyes.
"It's not useless." Jisung's eyes narrowed. "What right does he have to tell you that? Why should you listen to him?"
