jisung pov.
I make my way to the entrance of the gym, like I always do after 2nd period ends. Despite my daily commute here, I can't help but grow anxious knowing you're usually the first one opening the gym door. Ah I literally see him everyday, why do I still feel like this, why does my heart still anticipate seeing you? I think as a lay against the wall adjacent to the gym's entrance. I pull the sleeves of my hoodie down, a habit I'm not sure why I do, as I anticipate you walking out that door. Every time you walk through that door, even though you just finished dance practice, you always manage to still look good.
Should I say hi to him today? I debated. As of late I feel like we're pretty good acquaintances, on the brink of friends maybe. I played a game of ping pong inside my head, going back and forth on whether I should say hi to you today. Something so simple that no one else puts thought behind yet it made me more nervous. My thoughts were halted by the sound of the gym door flinging open, and before my insecurity got the better of me, I greet you, "Hi Minho."
Your eyes met mine in surprise, but you were quick to return the greeting. "Hey Jisung," you said in a friendly tone, your eyes curving into crescents and your hand rising to give out a small wave. This interaction lasted 5 seconds at most, but it felt like a whole moment. Before I realized it, you were gone, and I was staring into space as the other members of the dance team rushed out the door.
I still think back to that exchange between us. I'm so pathetic he literally just said "hi" to me and I still think about it months later. Sadly, "hi" was the last thing you said to me the whole school year. Right when I thought I could get closer to you, I end up back at square one. I guess the end of our project we worked on together resulted in the end of our interactions with one another. I only wish there were more opportunities in the future for us to talk, but maybe you'll just remain my high school crush.
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fall, 2nd year of high school
During this time of year, this place next to my school sets up a pumpkin patch along with farm animals in their petting zoo. I always felt bad for the animals who had to stay here overnight, I thought as I stroked the fleece of the lamb in front of me. The lamb closed its eyes in bliss as I pat its small head and internally cooed. I felt a tugging on the hem of my sweater, and I turned by head around to see a baby pig chewing on my shirt.
"H-Hey!" I yelp as a tug back on my sweater. We ensued in a tug of war, surprisingly this little pig had a good grip on my shirt, refusing to let go. We continued for a few more seconds until it decided to let go with my last tug, making me land harshly on my butt, falling onto the substrate. I dust my pants and exit the pen, getting ready to leave the place.
Before I left the property, I heard someone calling. "Hey!"
I look toward where the voice came from. Is he talking to me? I thought as I looked around me for someone else who he may have been signaling, but it was just the two of us there, aside from the employees and animals.
"Me?" I ask as I tilt my head, confused.
"Yeah Jisung," Minho said as he ran up to me. He held his phone out, "Do you mind taking a picture of me and the animals?"
"Ah no! I mean, no I don't mind, not no to the picture."
I take his phone and opened the camera app as he held one of the lambs in his lap. So cute, I thought as I snapped the picture.
"Thanks a lot!" you said as you received your phone and put it in your pocket. I opened my mouth to reply but before I was able to, you placed your hand atop my head and ruffled my hair as my mouth hung open. "See you at school," you said before you walked away into the distance.
What the fuck was that, I contemplate as I buried my burning face into my sweater paws, trying to calm myself down. Once I somewhat recovered, I headed home as I replayed the event that just passed in my head.
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minho pov.
"Dori, he looked so cute today!" I describe to the cat who was busy grooming itself. "The sweaters he always wears make him look so small, and he does this thing where his sleeves envelop his hands and only his tiny fingers poke out."
I rolled onto my bed as I held my phone on top of my face, scrolling through the multiple pictures Jisung took of me and the lamb. Some were blurry and had his finger covering part of the lens, which made me chuckle, but a few came out really nice. I scrolled until I got to the first picture you took, which to my surprise was a selfie of you. I think it was an accident because it was out of focus and I remember leaving my phone on the front facing camera. Despite the low quality of the picture, I could still make out all your pretty features, and decided not to delete it. I lay my phone down beside me and stretch out my hand in front of me, looking at my palm. His hair was so soft, I thought fondly. I still couldn't believe I did that, but I couldn't resist.
Even now I can't resist you.
That's why I came back, in search of you.
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something more | minsung [ON HOLD]
Romancecrush /krəSH/ noun. an intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable. synonyms: Lee Minho. verb. to compress or squeeze forcefully so as to break or damage. "seeing you with someone else crushes my heart." --- "I wished we could...