I hate you!; Minsung skz

✮*･Twenty-Seven･* ✮

Jisung watches in a slight trance as the male soccer team makes their way onto the pitch. Since Chan was the soccer captain the group was forced to come and watch every game. Jisung wasn't really complaining since he got to see a bunch of really hot guys run around a field and get all hot and sweaty.

"Omigod I swear they get more attractive each game" he breathes, not knowing which team member to drool over first.

"Seriously Jisung?" Seungmin looks at him in disgust "your slut is showing sweetie" he points out only to earn a slap on the arm from the elder.

Jisung wasn't a slut but he will admit when he found someone incredibly attractive. And that person right now was the entire soccer team, minus Chan. Jisung was still mad at him for the whole 'fake relationship' thing.

"They'll all gross" Minho mutters but Jisung only scoffs, turning to the boy beside him.

"Well you obviously don't have very heigh standards do you" with that he brings his legs up, hugging his knees as he watches the team get into their positions.

A laughs comes from the elder and Jisung glances over to see what was so funny. "Did you just insult yourself?"

For a moment Jisung only stares blankly at Minho, not understanding how he had insulted himself. He repeats his previous words in his mind a few times to try and figure it out. "What do you-oh wait" it suddenly dawned on him what Minho was saying. "I take it back, you have amazing standards" he says with a wink which only makes the other roll his eyes.

The action makes Jisung smile a little but he soon realises and stops himself, turning his focus back to the game that was about to start. The whistle blows and the bleachers explode into an uproar of cheers and chants. Usually Jisung would join in, but in that moment he was more than happy just to sit and watch, clapping every now and again when a team scored a goal.

"Woah they're doing well!" Felix beams as he goes to sit back on the bench, pushing Minho over a little so he had more room. At first Jisung thought nothing of the fact that Minho had pretty much been pushed into his side but the heat that came from him wouldn't leave his mind. All he could think about for the remainder of the game was how if he moved, even just a little, he would almost definitely end up sitting in Minho's lap.

But Jisung endures it, kicking the thoughts from his mind and keeping his gaze on the players. Although, he couldn't deny that he felt very uncomfortable squished in between Minho and Seungmin.

He tried his best to ignore the discomfort but with the game still having at least half an hour left, he knew he couldn't stay there. Jisung begins shuffling around, trying his best to find a more comfortable position.
After a few minutes of trying different ways of sitting and complaints from Seungmin, Jisung finally settles with leaning back against Minho, stretching his legs out over Seungmin's lap.

Jisung moves and grabs Minho's arm, wrapping it around himself. "What are you doing?" The elder asks, noting the way he was pretty much hugging Jisung.

"Getting comfortable" he shrugs "I can't sit like this without something holding me, I'll fall off the bench". Jisung didn't mind putting his head back against Minho's shoulder, at least now he could enjoy the game.

At some point Jisung must have dozed off. It's not that he wasn't interested in the game but the inability to see past the people stood in front had caused him to loose any interest he had left.

He woke up when hearing someone repeating his name, shaking him slightly. Jisung slowly opens his eyes, frowning when realising he was cuddled up to someone.

When he was finally fully awake he recognised the voice as Chan's, which confused him because he thought he was playing. But the blond stood in front of him, staring down at where he sat. Jisung turned his head to see who he had snuggled up to in his sleep, almost screaming when his eyes land on Minho.

Quickly, Jisung pulls away, almost falling off the bench but thankfully Chan grabs him.
"I see you two are getting closer" he points out, wiggling his brows a little.

"Yeah, closer to the end of this stupid forced relationship" Jisung mutters, standing from the bench and looking around at the bleachers. They weren't completely empty but people were leaving. "I'm going home" Jisung says, jumping down into the row in front so he could leave easier.

He stops for a moment considering saying goodbye but he thinks better of it, carrying on down the bleachers.

Before Jisung could leave the field he's dragged backwards by his hoodie causing him to yelp in surprise. "What are you doing?!" He yells, trying his best to make Hyunjin let go of him.

"We need to talk" the elder mutters, shooting Jisung a glare that shuts him up instantly. Without another word Jisung willingly follows Hyunjin, to scared to argue.

He glances up at the bleachers and spots Minho still stood with Chan, chatting away. Surely Jisung hadn't done something wrong again.