𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 | minsung

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Minho - age 7
Jisung - age 6

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"Jisung? Shouldn't you be heading home? School's over now." Jisung's english teacher asked, giving his student a noogie which made the small brunet pout.

"I-I was wondering if you needed help with anything.." Jisung asked shyly, he really liked his english teacher since he was the nicest out of all his teachers and wondered if he could perhaps help him out with something in return.

"Aw, you've already done enough for me Jisung, why not take a break?" His math teacher knew that Jisung wanted to help him out and all to supposedly 'repay' him for his hard work but Jisung was just a little too young and weak to handle the job of carrying big boxes to the office for him.

"Besides, these boxes are way to big for you to carry, they like the size of your head!" His english teacher joked, earning a giggle from Jisung who just shook his head at his teacher's silliness. People could call him a teacher's pet all they wanted but Jisung just liked hanging out with him. He thought he was funny and he felt happier making new friends anyways regardless if they may be older than him. In fact, he even looked up to them. (please don't make pedo jokes)

"Pleaseeeee, is there anything I can do?" Jisung begged, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. His math teacher just sighed and felt extremely greatful that Jisung would love to help him out with things. "Bless your young heart Jisung, but please, you should really take a break from helping me out all the time. You deserve it." He said, patting his head as he slowly hoisted up a rather heavy box.

"Alright.. but tomorrow I'm helping!" Jisung said, feeling determined. His english teacher just smiled and waved him goodbye as so did Jisung on his way out.

"He works too hard.." Jisung thought as he walked out the backdoor of the class which led him to the play area. (it's one of those classrooms that are separated from the school building.) He was really worried for his english teacher since he was getting pretty old and he really wanted to spend as much with him as he could before he would eventually quit being a teacher.

He was about to walk back home alone until he heard.. cries?

Jisung tilted his head curiously, looking around the play area to find who was crying but found no one. He let his ears guide him to the noise instead of relying on his sight which eventually led him to the back of the bleachers.

Sure enough, there was a crying boy just behind the bleachers. He didn't seem too much older than him but figured that was besides the point. His first instinct was to attempt to cheer him up.

"Hey.. d-do you need a hug?" The boy looked up at him before getting up off his grassy ground. Jisung was about to ask another question but instead got his bones practically crushed by the boy's arms that wrapped tightly around his waist. The brunet wasn't exactly sure whether or not he should talk or not but just put his head on his shoulder and patted his back.

A few minutes later, Jisung pulled his head off the boy's shoulder to take a good look at the crying boy. The first thing that caught his attention was how attractive the boy was but quickly brushed it aside as solving the mystery of why the boy was hiding behind the bleachers and crying was his number one priority.

"W-why were you crying?" Jisung asked, after the other had stopped crying as much as he was before. "A.. a boy I liked r-rejected me..." The older sniffled, burying (WHY DID THAT AUTOCORRECT TO BIRTHING) his head into his shoulder whilst sobbing.

Jisung felt bad. Although he wasn't quite sure as to what exactly a crush was, he figured that this so-called crush was really important to the older. "I-I can be your crush!" Jisung exclaimed, earning a shocked yet confused look from Minho who got up and off the ground.

"Y-you'd do that?" The boy asked quietly, getting back a much louder response from Jisung. "Of course!" Jisung smiled, bringing the ravenette into a bone-crushing hug.

"Minho.." The boy whispered, earning a confused look from Jisung. "My name is Minho, what's y-yours?" Minho asked, whilst trying to prevent his hiccups from cutting his sentence off half-way which only resulted in him accidentally stuttering. Jisung could only laugh at a little before replying with his own. "Mine is Jisung!"

"T-that's a nice name.." Minho said, getting a little jealous that Jisung's name wasn't quite generic as his own. "Yours is beautiful too though! And so are you- I mean.." Minho simply smiled as Jisung furiously blushed from the embarrassing slip-up.

"You know... my mommy said you have to be at least ten- twe- twenty? twenty-one to have a really big crush on someone!" Jisung said, changing the topic back to earlier. The poor boy didn't even know the difference between a simple crush and a marriage. "So... we can have a really really big crush on each other when we turn twenty-one!" Minho continued, proceeding to share the same braincell as the younger.

"Ok! But let's meet up here every single day, okie?" Minho nodded, pushing his hand forward for a small handshake from Jisung which he got back.

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