Player | hyunho; h.hj + l.mh

two

Minho's POV
chapter lenght; 1030 words

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"O-Oh right! Yes, let's play! What's your name, by the way?" Minho asked after a few seconds passed, having the need to k ow how to adress the mysterious guy. Using the nickname probably wouldn't be the bwst idea.

"I'm Hyunjin! And you are?"

"Minho"

"Nice to meet you, Minho. Now let's show them, how to play the game," the boy, who introduced himself as Hyunjin, spoke and Minho swore he could listen to the voice all day long. Well, he would eventually get tired of it, but that didn't matter.

The two spent all afternoon playing, winning one game after another. Well, almost.

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"Mind me asking how old are you?" Hyunjin asked once he died because of being do greedy.

"I'm 19. You?" The brunette replied, focusing on the game, trying to take revenge on the enemy, but in the end, he died himself, a frustrated sight escaping his lips.

"Woah, you are a hyung then. I'm 17. Do you have hobbies? I personally like dancing. Oh, and I rap, but only in shower, so it's kind of secret. Don't tell anyone, alright?" Hyunjin opened up, giggling as he spoke. He indeed seemed cute. His voice, the way he talked, and his laugh.

"Smol kiddo," Minho snickered under his breath, "I dance too. I joined a few dance teams and competed, but now I do it in my free time as a hobby and just for fun." 

"You know I can hear you, right? That wasn't nice of you, i won't save your ass of you keep calling me like that because, first of all, I'm 179 cm tall, and I'm not a kid as I'm an adolescent. And that's a difference. I mean, I indeed have moments when i feel like a 5-year-old, but still!" Hyunjin defended himself, and Minho swore he heard him pout. Or well, imagined the person on the other side. What did he look like? He was tall.. was he muscular too? Sun kissed skin? Blonde? Did he resemble an animal or food? (He even for a second imagined Changbin. But taller). But judging by his voice, he would have a cute face. Maybe he had freckles? Wore glasses? Dimples? Moles, or even scars?

A knock on the door brought the brunette back to reality from his daydreaming. Just now he noticed he was drooling over the image of an ideal man. He excused himself before muting the microphone, getting up from his eeat and opening the door just to meet his mom.  Well, dinner was ready.

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The dinner was calm, conversation going on there and there, but nothing serious, like a few weeks ago, when Minho came out as bisexual. They both took it quite well (to Minho's surprise), yet it was obvious they were a bit shocked.

Minho knew he liked girls. He was in a few relationships before, some went better than others. But when he was 17, he eventually started liking that one boy band. He thought his love was platonic and stayed like that for a few months, but then he met that one guy, who was probably a parking ticket, having the word 'fine' all over himself.

It was a summer camp that Minho attended for a few years in a row, eventually bringing Changbin with himself. However, that guy, Jisung, managed to mess with Minho's head- and his heart as well. He was younger that Minho himself, but the older felt nervous, stole glances at him during any activity game (but avoided other's eyes). He shivered softly when the two of them shared a high-five after winning an activity. His cheeks became hot when Jisung took off his shirt. And more and more and more.

He tried telling himself that it was just because Jisung was really attractive.

Changbin even got Jisung's number for Minho after noticing other's weird behaviour and the glances. He was that kind of friend who got you in the relationship no matter what.

Eventually, Minho managed to befriend Jisung, getting closer to him. After the camp ended, they texted each other everyday. They hung out together a few times before Jisung confessed his feelings. And that was the moment Minho knew he had a soft spot for the younger, accepting other's feelings. Their status changed to 'dating' and both were proud of it. They were the so lovely couple, holding hands, cuddling, Yet, it soon come to an end when Jisung had to move to Malaysia due to his patent's business stuff. Neither Jisung nor Minho believed and trusted in long-distance relationship.

Their love lasted exactly three months, one week and three days, starting the day they both confessed and ending at the airport. Minho's heart broke when he hugged Jisung for the last time and then
saw him leaving through the gate. Yet he looked at it from the positive side, knowing Jisung didn't want Minho to cry.  Every end is a new beginning. It's said first love is a lottery ticket that doesn't win, but you remember it's number for the rest of your life. And that applied for Minho's first homosexual experience. And so, the latter knew he likes girls. But he likes boys too.

It took Minho about a month to get over Jisung. To feel confident in himself again. At that time, he met with Chan. Said boy soon joined Minho and Changbin, creating a new group of friends. The two really helped Minho and the dancer was so thankful.

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After the dinner, Minho helped with dishes before running upstairs to his room, straight to the bathroom to take a shower and get cleaned up.

Once he got out, his phone was blowing up with notifications from their chat group. Minho chuckled softly as he scrolled through the chatroom, reading how Chan and Changbin were arguing over silly things, a soft smile spread o. his lips. Yes, he was grateful to two crackheads. To one, who claimed to be dark yet being a princess inside and the other one, who kept singing the rubber ducky melody. No one ever had better friends.

But what he didn't know, was who Hyunjin's friends were.