just text me ; minsung

vii.

"Not today, but tomorrow, definitely," Jisung smiled to himself. The person on the other end had just proposed a day of relaxation at his house and Jisung honestly couldn't think of a better first day off.

"Alright little bro, I'll see you then," Chan said before ending the call without any more said.

They weren't brothers by blood, nor were they related in any way, but Chan had been calling Jisung that ever since they'd met in middle school. It was like a nickname that never grew old.

The first thing he thought to do was text Minho, but then he remembered he had been the first to text for the past four days. The last thing Jisung would want is for his newfound friend to find him annoying within the first week of knowing each other.

So he continued bussing tables until, finally, it was time to finish his day by cleaning the bathroom. It wasn't as bad as the days went on, but still, he found himself questioning people's hygienic morals.

His phone buzzed as he was leaving the bathroom with cleaning products threatening to fall at any second.

"Come on," he fumbled with the door to the janitor's closet that refused to open.

Finally, the doorknob turned and Jisung swung the door open. He returned the products to their designated homes, wishing whoever had to deal with this mess tomorrow the best of luck.

As the door to the restaurant swung shut behind him, he glanced down at his phone. Momentarily, the brightness blinded him, but he was able to read the message on the screen through squinted eyes.

Hey, sorry if this is really sudden. Can I call you?

Jisung's heart nearly stopped beating. He hesitantly pressed the call button beneath Minho's contact name, bringing the phone to his ear with slightly shaky hands. The dial tone only lasts a few seconds before Minho answers.

"I didn't think you'd actually call," Minho admits.

"Well, here I am. Walking home and calling. So what's wrong?"

"I just felt lonely. You're my only friend who I felt would put up with me this late," Minho's voice was raspy, almost a whisper.

Jisung pulls the phone from his ear for a split second. Sure enough, it was nearing midnight. Only a few minutes separating them from the next day.

"Han Jisung back at it again, saving the day as he usually does," Jisung jokes, igniting a hearty giggle from Minho's end. That alone sent Jisung's heart into a frenzy. No one had ever laughed at his jokes like that before. Keeping that in mind, he smiles down at his shoes shyly.

"So," Minho mumbles.

"So," Jisung repeats, his smile somehow transitioning to an even bigger grin.

"God, I feel like we're in The Fault in Our Stars," Minho laughed.

"Maybe 'so' will be our 'always' and 'okay,'" Jisung quotes. The smile tugging at his lips wasn't just there without reason. And Jisung would find himself denying that he had feelings for Minho, even if it's just for now.

"Where are you right now?" Minho asks.

Jisung glances up to the closest street sign. "Park Avenue. By the McDonald's and the one coffee shop everyone's raving about."

How could Jisung not tell the boy with the dreamy voice that sounded as divine as gold where he was?

"Benji's?"

Jisung nods, forgetting that Minho can't see him. "Yeah. Benji's."

"Okay," Rummaging on the other end. "Stay there. I'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Wai-"

Minho hung up on him. Jisung lets his hand fall, shaking his head and fighting the smile so wide he could barely see.