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Jisung is hidden behind a wall, too scared to walk to his Modern History lecture because Lee Minho is right there, talking to Changbin. Jisung's early for once, ten minutes early to be exact because he woke up to Chan blasting a demo that a third-year and her friends gave him to critique.
It was a bop, yes, but Jisung could only feel so special before he wanted to throw their stereo system out the window. So he'd grabbed a Pop-Tart, his keys and his bag and was off. Don't you two have classes, Jisung wants to shout. He was ten minutes early, but he's been hiding for five. Time's a-wasting.
"Jisung?"
Said male jumps, standing properly and fixing his Pink Floyd t-shirt. He clears his throat. "Hey, Lix!"
"Don't you have a class now?"
Now, this puts Jisung between a rock and a hard place. Felix knows him like the back of his hand, so he'll know instantly that something is up if Jisung lies and says something like he has a presentation he's anxious about or whatever. He sighs, leaning against the wall behind him. "Minho's class is right next to mine."
Grinning, Felix grabs Jisung's arm and pulls him into the hallway of his class. "Felix!" Changbin calls, smiling and waving at him. The other boy freezes.
Jisung pokes Felix's nearest cheek. "You in there, love?"
For the second time today, Felix grabs his arm and drags him somewhere. This time it's to the boy's bathroom where, slumping against a sink, Felix lets out a sigh of relief. After taking a few deep breaths, he turns to Jisung, grinning once again. "So how are you?" Felix chirps.
Jisung stares at him, dumbfounded. "Good?"
"So Minho, huh?"
"I've been running from him all week."
"Yikes."
"You're one to talk."
Felix sticks his tongue out at him. "I was the trendsetter, though. You're just a wannabe copycat. It's not cute, sweatie."
Jisung gasps, a hand over his heart. Felix blows him a kiss, winking. Jisung winks back, initiating an unnecessary war of air kisses, winks and aegyo (is it obvious that they're both stalling). Minutes later, Felix crawls down from atop a stall divider while laughing, Jisung doing the same. He checks his phone and he has a literal minute before his class starts. "Okay let's go," Felix says after asking Jisung for the time, disregarding the latter's loud complaints as he drags him out the bathroom and down the hall.
On the way Jisung starts ranting about Minho, "Chan told me he's a third-year like him, a third-year, Lix. What could he possibly find appealing about a lowly second-year like me?"
"You're beginning to sound like me, Ji."
"This is what life has come to, Lix." Jisung sighs, throwing his head back in exasperation as he walks (he would've definitely run into a wall if it weren't for his best friend still holding onto his hand). "I don't even know how he knew I was gay!"
Felix glances at the big Pride button pinned to Jisung’s yellow backpack. "No clue."
• • •
Jisung is in the middle of putting the final touches on a track he and Changbin worked on recently when a hand enters his line of vision, waving at him. He lifts his head, coming face to face with the hand's owner, otherwise known as the person he's been running from all week.
"Hey," the Lee Minho says, gracing Jisung with a friendly, close-lipped smile. All Jisung can do is stare, wanting to run even though he doesn't trust leaving his bag and laptop in a room full of broke college students.
I should probably greet him.
"Hadjfn," Jisung garbles, choking on his words. He clears his throat, thoroughly embarrassed. "Hi."
"Can I sit?" Minho asks, seemingly unfazed by Jisung's ever malfunctioning brain.
Jisung nods way too eagerly, blue bangs falling into his face that he swipes away only for them to fall right back into his eyes. He fights with his hair while Minho pulls out the chair opposite him, giving up when the other boy sits and gets straight to business, "I just wanted to apologize for last week. You're just really cute and I'm really sorry if I scared you off. I just thought for a second that you were gay too so-"
"It's okay, man," Jisung reassures, leaning back in his chair with the headphones he was using now resting around his neck. I look cool, right? God, I hope I don't look like a douche. "You guessed right." The smile that Jisung offers Minho after has to be by far one of the best things Minho's ever witnessed, plush, pink lips stretching chubby cheeks upwards into a easy smile. Minho knows it's Jisung's best attempt at seeming laid back but he finds it more adorable than anything (and a smidge hot but that's neither here nor there). What's more, unlike Jisung, he feels entranced rather than outrightly trapped by the expression, wondering what his smile would look like when the latter was at his happiest, what it would feel like to be the cause of said happiness. "How'd you know, though?"
Fantasies dragged away, Minho glances at the big Pride button on Jisung's backpack. Great, he thinks, a really cute idiot. "Lucky guess."
Jisung shrugs, all the wiser. "Fair enough."
"So what's your name, cutie?" Minho asks, resting his chin in his hands.
Cheeks flushing pink, Jisung squeaks, "Han Jisung." He slumps down in his chair, clearing his throat once again. "And yours?"
"Lee Minho," Minho responds, throwing up a lazy peace sign.
"You're a Dance Major, right?"
Minho chuckles, "I see you did your research."
Jisung's face turns redder. "No," he lies, looking at his computer and typing gibberish into a newly opened Word document to look busy.
Minho laughs and Jisung admittedly adores the sound even if he's laughing at him. "And you're a Music Major?"
Jisung sticks his tongue out at Minho before he can stop himself. "Stalker."
Minho laughs again and Jisung is pretty sure he ascends because of it. "No, you," Minho teases, batting at the air (cute!). This time Minho clears his throat, glancing to the side for a moment while sitting up. "Anyways, does that mean you're friends with Chan?"
"Everyone's friends with Chan, dude." Jisung rolls his eyes.
"Right?" Minho sighs fondly. "I don't know how he keeps up with it!"
"He doesn't," Jisung deadpans. "He's 21 and every other week he comes to my friends and I saying 'guess who I just bumped into at the grocery store'."
"Sounds like a middle-aged man."
"Right?"
"I honestly used to think he was such a player," Minho admits, his chin now resting comfortably in one palm.
Jisung snorts before he can stop himself. God damn you, Lee Minho, for making me forget how to self-control. "Why?"
"He used to bring a new person to the café every week." It's nothing out of the ordinary to Jisung. Chan is his roommate. Plus, he's not sure if Minho knows, but Chan has only had one boyfriend in his life and has yet to recover from the breakup. "And it turns out they were all just his friends."
Jisung shakes his head fondly. "His socialising skills are unbelievable, but why do you mention him?"
Needless to say, Jisung is wholly unprepared for the blinding smile Minho practically attacks him with in response to the question. If he was any more dramatic, he would have gone as far as to even say that the mere sight of Minho's upturned lips and perfect teeth leaves him winded, like he's been gently punched in the gut. "I was thinking of inviting over Hyunjin and his boyfriends, Felix, Chan and Changbin to my place on Friday for a game-slash-movie night," Minho explains. "And you're invited too if you want to come."
Jisung nods, mind racing with all the possible responses he could give to that. "Sure." Is what he opts for after an incredibly long pause, tone as nonchalant as he can make it.
"Cool," Minho says just as nonchalant, extending his arm out to Jisung. Confused, the blue-haired boy goes to shake his hand though it's not positioned to do so. Shaking his head with a smile, Minho balls his hand into a fist before Jisung can grab it. "Can I have your number?"
Just put me out of my misery, Jisung mentally begs whatever deity will listen, staring at the veins that crawl up Minho's forearm, down to his short fingers, then up to the tattoo that peeks out from under the other boy's t-shirt sleeve. Blushing, Jisung scrambles to find a sharpie in his pencil case. "Here you go," he mumbles, scribbling down his number on Minho's palm.
Minho smiles down at it before smiling at Jisung. God, I'm so gay, Jisung thinks as he smiles back.
"I'll text you tonight, yeah?"
"Okay."
"Later, Jisung," Minho says, standing.
"Later," Jisung says, Minho waving as he walks away. Glancing at his long-forgotten 'Iced Americano', Jisung saves his work and shuts his computer. He needs to go find Felix and rant.
• • •
Hot Barista Minho : Hey
Stalker<3 : hi
Stalker<3 : um i just realized smth
Hot Barista Minho : Yeah?
Stalker<3 : you're planning to put Felix and Changbin...
Stalker<3 : in an enclosed place…
Stalker<3 : with minimal people.
Hot Barista Minho : Yeah??
Stalker<3 : you're asking for chaos man
Hot Barista Minho : Exactly ;)
Stalker<3 : GASP!
Stalker<3 : oh, i think i'm gonna like you a lot, Lee Minho
Hot Barista Minho : Lol i think so too