AS: PZ || Minsung

Chapter 30: Research

    There was two more days until Minho is gonna ask Jisung out. The cat loving boy was suspicious about something, that something involving a certain squirrel-like boy. He had been watching how Jisung reacts to the things he does, hoping to find a clue to his question.
    Does Jisung like him too?
    This research he was doing was unknown to the others. Though he was being blatantly obvious so the others kind of guessed he was up to something. "Hey, Sungie!" Minho called. It was the end of another school day, and Minho had walked fast in order to catch up to the younger. "Hey, Minnie," Jisung responded, putting stuff in his locker. When he turned around, he was not expecting Minho to be so close.
    Minho seemed to realize how close he had gotten as soon as Jisung turned around, both boys' cheeks gaining color immediately. "Sorry," Minho said, backing up and coughing awkwardly. Jisung, getting a seemingly brilliant idea, turned and started walking. "Sungie," Minho called, following like a lost puppy. Jisung didn't respond, but slowed down a bit so Minho could catch up. "Are you mad at me?" Jisung shook his head, smiling on the inside. "You seem mad," Minho said.
    "I'm not, there's no reason for me to be."
    Minho grabbed onto Jisung's arm with both hands, whining and saying, "Don't be mad! Please?" Jisung's face broke out into a mischievous smile as soon as he looked at Minho. The other seemed to realize what was going on, and pouted with arms crossed. "You're mean," he said. Jisung laughed softly, gripping Minho's arm in the same way.
    "Don't be mad! Please?" Minho smiled at that, putting a plan of his into action. With his free hand he pushed Jisung away slightly, then took hold of one of the boy''s hands. "Let me hold your hand, then I won't be mad." Jisung's face went a light shade of red. "Fine," he stuttered out. The two kept walking, now hand in hand, all the way to Jisung's house.
    When they got there, Minho expected Jisung to let go and say goodbye. What Jisung did instead was open the door, still holding Minho's hand, and pull him up to his bedroom, of course shouting a greeting to his parents. Once in the room, Jisung threw off his backpack and finally let go of Minho's hand. "You didn't have to hold it that long," Minho told Jisung, who pouted and grabbed his shoulders.
    Jisung pushed Minho back until he fell onto the bed, climbing on top of him and laying there. "You put me in a cuddly mood, dammit!" the glasses-clad boy complained, his beet red face turned away from Minho's, which mirrored in color. "Sorry..." Minho mumbled.
    Maybe Jisung does have feelings for him.