7 Works by jujubebe
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Minho remembers the first time he made Jisung smile. How his lips stretched past his gums so that his smile was as much pink as it was white. Jisung didn’t make a sound then, but his eyes still crinkled closed and his face looked happy. That was the first time Minho realized that he, himself, possessed a great talent. To make Han Jisung smile so brilliantly like that could only be explained by talent.
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Jisung pouts. “Still. You should’ve stopped me.”
Minho starts walking along the path towards Jisung’s apartment, tugging their hands along. “How would I know? I would’ve done the same thing.”
Jisung catches up to him, turns to him with earnest eyes. “Really?”
“ ‘Course.” Minho ruffles Jisung’s hair.
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Or, if minsung were in one of those long-running sitcom shows where there’s always something stupid happening and minsung are always trying to deal with it.
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Flowers that smell like honey, and fried rice made inside a small kitchen with cat-patterned dish towels. That hands and feet and hair don’t need to be hypothetical, but they can be warm. Real and soft against Jisung’s hair. They can give and give without waiting. Human bodies are delicate, fragile. Like that time in their sophomore year when Jisung found out Minho twisted his ankle and impulsively bought a flight to sit down on Minho’s low bed next to his cast resting on a pillow. Human bodies give without waiting. They are quite beautiful in that way.
or, what Jisung realizes when Minho enters his life again.
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There’s a helplessness to it. He goes to bed with Jisung’s face on his mind and wakes up with Jisung’s name on his fingers, typing out a text to send to him. He can’t control the vast space Jisung has taken up in his life, wouldn’t change it even if he could. Because he loves Jisung. He knows this with the same surety he has in the stars in the sky, the moon at night. He knows, he knows, he knows, with every fiber of his being.
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Or, Minho has giant, fat, excessively poetic crush on Jisung. Emphasis on the excessive, but really, emphasis on the poetic.
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“Well it’s working.”
“What’s working?”
“Your flirting.”
“Oh my gosh,” Minho coughs. “I’m starting to regret offering you a ride.”
Jisung grins and takes a sip of his coffee. He’s looking forward to this day.
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Or, Jisung meets an old friend and maybe a new something else, too.
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Jisung licks the sugar around his mouth, brings the back of his hand up to lick the sugar there too. He finished his cupcake and all that is left of it is the cherry frosting coating his lips and skin and tongue. Minho gave him that cupcake.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 355
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 14
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- 306
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He closes his eyes and squeezes again. Jisung’s hair tickles the side of his jaw. Minho leans towards the top of Jisung’s head and breathes in. Jisung must have washed his hair yesterday because it smells like his favorite shea butter shampoo.