pervy weirdo and the bathroom guy | minsung text au | ✔️

26 | 3m; 26d

9/20/19
1:59 am

jisung, whenever someone asked him what an ideal date would be, always said the same thing; he and his boyfriend would sit in the back seat of one of their cars, cuddled up together in a blanket. each of them would have a cup of ice cream, and they'd have jisung's ipad settled between the front seats — they were still out in public, but not public enough for jisung's social anxiety to spiral out of control.

minho and jisung were in the back seat of minho's tiny car. they both had a large cup of ice cream in their hands, and an iced coffee in the cup holders that separated them. they didn't have a blanket, and they weren't watching a movie on jisung's ipad but instead staring off into space — but this was scarily close to jisung's ideal date.

jisung was plucked from his thoughts when minho said; "it's been eight days since we first met — six if we're only counting since that day in the coffee shop."

jisung stopped raising a scoop of ice cream to his mouth, lips falling into a pout. "has it really only been that long?"

minho hummed, nodding. "yup; coffee day was the fourteenth, today's the twentieth."

jisung sighed. "why does it feel like it's been so much longer than that?"

"feels like it's been three months and twenty-six days since then."

"why so specific?"

minho shrugged. "i dunno."

they fell back into silence. neither could believe they'd known the other for only eight days. eight days. that was barely over a week. and yet it felt like they'd known each other for years.

maybe it was their embarrassing start, or maybe it was simply the late-night texts for eight straight days, but jisung trusted minho.

jisung didn't trust easily.

minho was the first to speak up again. "i know it's only been eight days, and that not a lot." jisung looked over at him, peering close in an attempt to make out any of minho's features in the dark lighting. "but... besides chan, i think you're one of the best friends i've ever had."

jisung's heart deflated a little. he certainly hadn't been expecting a confession of love, but being friend zoned wasn't all that fun.

but then minho kept going.

"i never really had much luck with making friends. believe it or not, in most of my highschool career, i was the quiet kid in the back of the class. i kept to myself, and no one bothered me. i only really had chan, and then some of his friends, but i was never close with them.

"with you, though... i dunno, things just... came easy? forgive me for bringing it up, but... i think watching you drop your towel for me the first time we met—"

jisung's face flushed. "i didn't do it on purpose!"

minho ignored him. "—was honestly a perfect icebreaker. there was no room for things to be weird between us, because it had already been weird enough." minho paused. jisung could barely make out the twitch of his lips as he smiled. then he felt minho's hand grasp his own, and hoped to god that minho couldn't see how red his cheeks had gotten. "i guess what i'm trying to say is; thank you for being you. if you weren't so unlucky and embarrassing, then i wouldn't have more than one good friend."

jisung blinked. he blamed his delayed reaction on the foreign fingers lacing between his. "am i supposed to take that as a compliment?"

minho laughed a little. "who knows. take it as you may."

jisung scoffed. then he bit his lip, gaze falling down to his lap. then his eyes flickered toward their joined hands, and the corners of his lips tugged upward. "thanks, too, i guess — for not being a total douche when you could have been."

then, jisung swore he could see minho's grin, bright as day. "you're welcome."

a/n;
fun fact — it's been exactly three months and twenty-six days since i started this book
eugh