wrong number » minsung

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"Will I ever get tired of seeing your stupid face?" Jisung asked once Minho had answered the call, balancing his phone against the wall from where it sat on his desk.

"Probably not," Minho answered, grinning from ear to ear. "My face may be stupid but you can't deny it's handsome."

Jisung rolled his eyes, propping his elbow up on the table as he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. "I've seen better. Your friend, Chan, was pretty hot."

"Well, he's taken by Woojin. Sorry, babe," Minho played along, chuckling when Jisung made an exaggerated sound of irritation.

"Damn it!" He exclaimed. "Maybe next time."

The two of them laughed for a bit before Minho sighed in content, laying back on his bed. He could hear Jisung moving around in his own room judging by the rustling sounds and occasional curse.

"What are you doing?" Minho asked, sitting up and looking at his phone screen to see Jisung laying on his own bed, back on the mattress and feet on the wall in front of him.

"I don't know, leave me alone," Jisung replied, covering his face with his hands. Looking closer, Minho inspected the sleeves of the hoodie Jisung was wearing, noticing something.

"Is that my hoodie?" He asked, and Jisung looked over at him.

"Oh, yeah," the younger boy replied. "It's comfortable and it smells like you."

Minho felt his heartbeat pick up in his chest as a smile graced his features, falling even more in love with the boy virtually in front of him.

"God, I love you," he breathed wistfully. "Can you believe we never would've met if it wasn't for your shitty date giving you a wrong number?"

"Honestly, I think about that everyday," Jisung admitted. "Out of any number he could've chosen, he just randomly typed yours. I'm starting to think that whole date was a set-up and that you've actually been stalking me for months."

"Excuse me, I am a genuine person," Minho feigned offence as he pressed a hand to his heart. "But there is actually something I want to ask you that is completely unrelated to any of this."

Jisung raised an eyebrow, but sat up anyway. "Go on."

"Why are you so beautiful?" Minho asked, and Jisung could safely say that was the last thin he was expecting Minho to ask. "And cute? And funny? And smart? Why are you so perfect?"

"Minho..." Jisung mumbled, looking down as he blushed.

"Hey, look at me," Minho urged softly, and despite the slight lag, Jisung could feel Minho right in front of him. "You underestimate yourself too much, and you undersell what you're really worth. You're worth more than you think and you need to start telling yourself that."

"Will you leave me if I don't?" Jisung asked without even thinking, immediately regretting what he said when he saw the look on Minho's face. He looked sad, and Jisung wanted to take back what he'd said.

"Honey, no," the older reassured. "I'd never leave you for something like that because that's something that I can help you with. You're way too precious for me to let go, and you know that."

"I know..." Jisung replied. "You're just everything I'm not and that's the problem. You're so cool and handsome and you can dance and you're just...everything."

"And you're even more," Minho interjected. "You're doing it again, Jisung. You're underselling yourself."

"Sorry," the younger apologised feebly, and Minho chuckled.

"You're ok, baby. I love you."

Jisung smiled a little, a slight tilt in the corner of his lips.

"Hey," Minho said, and Jisung hummed in response. "I love you."

"I love you too," Jisung replied wistfully, and he honestly meant it so much.

To Jisung, Minho was like a Jack-in-the-box. Suddenly, he was there, and whenever hs was there he made everything better.

Jisung was so in love. Period.

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the end :)