just text me ; minsung

viii.

Jisung was the only one on the street and he looked like a creep by the way his gaze kept drifting back and forth to either end of the street. Minho could show up at any minute, yet there Jisung was. Visually tired with bags under his eyes to prove it, still in his work uniform, and he wouldn't be surprised if he smelled like the men's room pre-clean.

He definitely should've gotten a photo of Minho before he insisted they meet up with no warning.

Down the street, right where Jisung was staring, a dark figure began walking towards him. His heart was about to jump out of his chest and run to a sanctuary where it was impossible to be hurt.

As the figure's face was close enough to be examined under the orange streetlight, Jisung swore under his breath. "You have got to be kidding me."

The boy from a couple of days ago—bathroom boy, as Jisung called him in his head— was walking straight towards him. Bunny smile and all.

"Jisung?" Minho called out, only a single streetlight between them now.

"Minho? You're the guy..." Jisung began walking, slow, small steps.

"...who walked into your restaurant asking to use the bathroom. Yeah, that's me," Minho rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled.