"Hi, Minho," Jisung mumbled as the elder sat on the swing beside him.
"Hey, Jisung. How are you?"
Jisung shrugged. "I'm good," he said, "How are you?"
Minho smiled awkwardly and answered, "I'm good, too, thanks."
"Okay, I hate small talk," Jisung finally confessed, "It's gross and uncomfortable. Don't talk to me about the weather or about my day. Talk to me about weird stuff – talk to me about death, aliens, sex, existence, love, god, history, conspiracy theories, demons, magic—"
Minho interrupted the boy's rambling with a loud laugh. "You really are something else, Jisung," he said with a sigh.
Jisung scrunched his nose and looked to his left, squinting in the sunlight. "In a good way or bad way?" He asked. "And don't give me some pretentious asshole answer, because I already think you're pranking me."
"You think I'm pranking you? Jisung, you can't call someone you hardly know an asshole in casual conversation," Minho replied, "I would be an asshole if I were pranking you, but I'm not, so kindly retract your statement before I clock you in the head with the tetherball." He pointed across the playground at the tetherball pole as he mentioned it, fighting back a smile at his ridiculous threat.
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Fanfiction"Just convince him to hang out with my son once. Your boy needs friends and mine needs to learn how to talk to people." -short chapters -fluffyyyyy -idk yall it's lowkey jus crackheadery thrown in with cute stuff (i swear there's an actual plot thou...
