Strings - Minsung

14

"You're already holding it!"

"That's beside the point!"

"Fine! Have it your way then." Jisung was rough and sudden when he snatched his hand away. "Aliens aren't animals and we aren't holding hands. Just like you said."

The drama, the acting, the suspense! This quiet neighborhood of Songpa-gu wasn't prepared for this high class performance on a random Tuesday. Tonight, Minho learned a valuable lesson; Jisungs pettiness knows no bounds. It's an unstoppable force, one of a bison running against a cruel storm.

"Oh Jisung, you know that's not what I meant." The elder followed the singer as he turned his back on him, arms crossed and everything. "Let's talk this out."

But Jisung wasn't one to give in so quickly.

"Hannie please."

However, today he could make an exception.

Jisung turns, catching eyes of a frantic Minho who currently doesn't know what to do with himself. Suddenly, without the younger stuck by his side, he felt lost in the unfamiliar store and an even more unfamiliar street. He felt better with Jisung giving him the slightest time of his day, but with the mischievous glint in his eyes, he's not so sure anymore.

"Admit that aliens could be classified as animals."

This shouldn't have been that deep, but oh boy were they both stubborn. It was only a matter of what was Minho willing to sacrifice tonight; his pride or Jisungs approval?

His lips, which until now were pressed into a thin line, release a deep exhale. "Fine. Aliens have... potential to be animals."

Great. Minho was officially a pushover. He could've lived his life fine whilst unaware of this information, and Jisungs victorious smile made him want to put a sock in it, but he will let him have it this once.

"And one more thing."

The elder didn't know Jisung was also a sadist on top of everything else. He has been learning too many new things as of lately, his brain might soon overload with all the data. He was about to protest, but Jisung was quick to spin him in his spot, and before he could regain his composure he felt a pressure slide down behind his ears. He looked at himself in the mirror with a new accessory decorating his head.

"Awwwww Hyung, you would make the cutest cat."

It was an adorable sight. Minho with black cat ears that were a perfect color match to his black hair, and in the dim lighting of the store they looked like they were his own.

Minho found a stand with more headbands, reaching out for some brown ones.

"Let's pretend these are quokka ears." Carefully, he slid the accessory on top of Jisungs head, and they stared at the mirror happily. Jisung pulled out his phone to snap a quick picture, and Minho didn't think twice to hold Jisungs hand and drag them to the cash registers.

They kept walking farther down the street. It was getting colder and Minho was reminded that the reason behind their late outing was for him to get inspired. It was hard not to loose track of time, but good thing Jisung remembered, or so Minho has hoped.

At some point the populated street was far behind them, the chatter which filled their space before now a distant echo. Less and less lights were visible, and Minho grew weary of how deserted it was.

"Shouldn't we head back?"

Jisung gently shushed him, not faltering his pace as he led them further. The snowfall was still persistent, but thankfully not as much as before. The winds have calmed down as well, and it was peaceful. The world seemed to be still except for the two boys that have finally reached their destination.