Dirty Little Secret

He probably should've checked the weather before coming here, but he hasn't. So, he just packed some clothes for warm and cold days. Hoodies, t-shirts, baggy's, jorts and so on.

while unpacking everything, he feels a presence behind him. He pauses for a moment, then turns around to see a boy around his age standing in the doorway.

jisung experiences a little heartattack from surprise. "uh.. hi?"

the boy blinks at him before crossing his arms. "are you jisung?"

he nods almost automatically.

"mhm."

jisung stares at the stranger without moving an inch like a deer in headlights.

"are you Minho?"

"obviously."

Oh.

with that, the boy is gone again, leaving jisung and his short-circuiting brain alone.

what was that about?

Strangely enough, though, Jisung can still feel his heart fluttering.

Up close, Minho is actually really pretty.

Jisung didn't even properly process all the details, but the straight black hair and sharp features definitely did something to him.

He hasn't had a type before, but now, it seems like jisung's type is someone who looks like Minho.