PUSSY | 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲.

9.

this one's bad 😗 not proofread (its 5am)

10:57 pm

theonewhohitmycat: hey
theonewhohitmycat: sorry to bother you so late but i had a quick question

minho: what is it now?

theonewhohitmycat: um
theonewhohitmycat: this is awkward//
theonewhohitmycat: are you busy?

minho: that depends.

theonewhohitmycat: typing...
theonewhohitmycat: would you be up for meeting? to study?
theonewhohitmycat: i can't sleep and there's a few things i'm stuck on

minho: you want me (minho)
minho: to meet you (jisung)
minho: at almost eleven at night to study?

theonewhohitmycat: yeah.?

minho: hard pass buddy
minho: good night

theonewhohitmycat:pls? 🙏
theonewhohitmycat: i'll buy you food or something
theonewhohitmycat: just—you explained those things really well and i was able to understand without wanting to smash my head into my desk 😅

minho: how poetic
minho: typing...
minho: typing...
minho: typing...
minho: any type of food?

theonewhohitmycat: whatever you want :)
theonewhohitmycat: i just rlly need the help

minho: typing...
minho: fine

theonewhohitmycat: i'll send you an address
theonewhohitmycat: we'll take a bus to this place ik

minho: bus?

theonewhohitmycat: don't tell me you're too good for a bus?
theonewhohitmycat: i wld drive but felix and i sorta—ran into a ditch and i totaled my car
theonewhohitmycat: hence the bike

minho: i'm fine with the bus.
minho: i'd feel safer with sm1 else driving anyway.
minho: you don't seem to have good luck with moving transportation

theonewhohitmycat: fair .
theonewhohitmycat: bring your notes
theonewhohitmycat: please , bring your notes

minho: yeah yeah
minho: i'm not staying longer than an hour. i have work to be at.

theonewhohitmycat: that's fine
theonewhohitmycat: thank you for agreeing
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12:34 am

"i think i'm done.." doing a quick once over of his work jisung nodded to himself with a pleased expression. it had taken a while longer than what he estimated but he finally finished and that's what mattered.

"are you ready to go?" jisung asked as he shoved his notebook back into his backpack. minho had done what was asked and had given jisung his notes as well as roughly explaining everything before complaining about how he was hungry. and only when jisung ordered his food did he quiet his bitter grumbling down enough for jisung to try and work on everything alone.

"mm."

"that's a rather lackluster answer." jisung murmured zipping his bag up, his attention gravitating toward the male who sat across from him.

"minho?" squinting jisung assessed the man's still figure.

".." clearing his throat loudly jisung awkwardly shifted in his chair. he hadn't thought too much about the fact that it had been a bit too quiet for a while now—no food bags rustling or low cursing because soup was spilled again. nothing but pure silence.

"hey," reaching his hand out jisung stopped quickly, his body locking up with nervousness. he didn't want minho to suddenly spring up and punch his teeth out. i need my teeth—they're my staple..