Lies || minsung ✔️

chapter nineteen

August

[jisungie~ <3]

< it's only me today btw

< for the study session^^

[minnie~]

perfect >

i get you all to myself (＾ω＾)  >

[jisungie~ <3]

< oh (・о・)

[minnie~]

cute uwu >

[jisungie~ <3]

< hEy

< sToB iT >:(

[minnie~]

i'll see you later, my jisungie~ >

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contact name changed to " my jisungie~ ♥ " 

Minho glaced warily at the clock, as if he were afraid of what it would tell him. He tried to ignore the pang of disappointment to find that he still had a half an hour before his shift ended. 

As soon as it hit noon, Minho bolted out of the quaint little café, sprinting down the busy streets and narrowly missing distracted pedestrians.

He was thinking about what Chan had said about distancing himself from Jisung, but he couldn't bear to think about that depressing reality. The solution? Ignore it! What a great way to solve your problems! (a/n: please don't actually do that lmao)

Minho had about three hours before Jisung would be over, but he had a lot to do with so little time. He scribbled down a to-do list, and looked over it quickly, debating what he wanted to tackle first. 

By the time he ran to the store to pick up snacks and tidied up the house, there were only thirty minutes until Jisung was supposed to arrive. 

Minho had crossed off quite a few things from his list, but he still had one task to conquer, and it was definitely the most challenging one: his outfit.

He decided to host a fashion show for his cats, showcasing each one. He had just strutted onto the runway wearing a worn jean jacket over a black shirt tucked into black jeans when a knock sounded through the house. 

His cats watched from a distance as Minho jumped in surprise and stumbled to the door, hurriedly fixing his appearance one last time before opening the door.

God really does favorite some people. Han Jisung was standing in the doorway, and Minho truly understood what it felt like to see angels in person. He didn't feel worthy of this privilege. 

"Oh my god," Minho breathed, his breath hitching. Jisung wasn't even wearing anything special; it was simply a half-tucked oversized t-shirt, which was complimented with some black skinny jeans with small chains dangling from the waistband. 

Minho really tried to ignore how whipped he was for the boy, but he couldn't deny it when his eyes met shining brown ones. Finally, his gaze made his way up to his face, and then his hair.

Minho's knees literally buckled when he saw Jisung's hair. It was a beautiful, shining blonde. It reminded him of honey. He stumbled back a few steps, and Jisung's enchanting eyes widened when he saw Minho stabilize himself on a nearby chair.