ONE HELL OF A SUMMER :: minsung ✔︎

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧? 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧?

My head doesn't hurt as much when I wake up the next day, probably due to the fact that Minho didn't bring his alarm clock here last night when he decided to look after me while I slept.

He's confusing me. One day he's a royal pain in the peach, and the next he's so soft and nice. Add to that the fact that he's good-looking and I haven't really interacted with many guys my age in the last few months... yeah.

I haven't even known Minho for a week, so this probably won't end up being something serious. Hyunjin and Seungmin, on the other hand... well, no one knows what happened in the cabin while Minho and I weren't there, but I don't think it was rated R. I think maybe just PG-13.

Minho brings me a small bowl of oatmeal, holding a second one for himself. "Brekkie," he explains. Not that the word clarifies anything.

"'Brekkie'?" I echo.

"Yeah, 'brekkie.' I have a friend who's from Australia. He says that."

"I have an Australian friend, too! That's cool," I exclaim. Maybe we can talk about our Australian friends together instead of searching for a different topic. I don't think that conversations about oatmeal would last that long.

Minho's grin splits his face. "That is cool. What are they like?"

I don't think I've ever needed to describe Chan to someone who doesn't know about our identities as rappers.

"Well, his name is Chan. He was—"

"In the letter," Minho finishes. "You originally wanted to write to him but forgot the address, didn't you?"

"Um... anyway..."

"Yeah, go on."

"Chan is like a dad to me, I guess. He's a little taller than I am, maybe near your height. He's a few years older, but we're still really close. We talk a lot about random things, and he shares my affinity for cheesecake. Not as much as I, but he likes it a respectable amount."

Minho actually looks interested; I'm surprised. "I think we have the same Australian friend."

"What?"

"Chan? Bang Chan? He's a rapper, right? He recently debuted as a rapper, I think, with these two other dudes. Although... I don't remember their names. I haven't been keeping up with them, actually. Don't even know the group's name." Minho shrugs. "But he's my friend, and he's Australian."

I lose count of how many times the air in my throat refuses to circulate throughout that. "Yeah, I guess we do have the same friend. Do you know his camp's address?"

"Yes," Minho says, grinning. "But I'm not just going to give it to you. You already owe me, Jisung, and this will cost you even more."

Since when have I been in debt to Minho?

"Plus, seeing you like this is fun. You look really miffed," he adds.

I only sniff, indignant, and narrow my eyes. "What do I have to do?"

A smirk slowly spreads over Minho's face, twisting his handsome features in a way that both intimidates and scares me. I'm not sure if I like it, or if I want to run away.

"Well," he begins, "for starters, you can stop climbing into my bed. Also, you won't complain about my alarm clock. You can tell me what's in that notebook of yours—"

"Minho, there are limits."

"Well, I'll just... think of stuff along the way, in that case."

I glare. "And how many things is 'stuff,' exactly?"

"I don't know," he says. "But you certainly owe me a bunch."

Owe me a bunch, my ass, I think, raging in my own head. But he's right. Between him staying with me when Hyunjin and Seungmin aren't available, the way he took care of me when I was sick, and how he wrote my letter, I certainly feel grateful.

And maybe I want to see where this will go.

After all, Minho has captured my interest.

"Fine, then," I say. "But only 'till the end of camp."

I feel the need to specify that, because, for some reason, I feel like Minho won't be someone I'll lose touch with. He seems like someone who I can stay with, like someone who will stay with me.

As long as he doesn't find out who I am.