Falling For The Nerd

break up

The morning breeze brushed against the two boys as they walked home together. The sky was foggy and gray, the scent of rain still lingering in the air — but both their hearts felt like they were rising with the sun.

Jisung’s hair was still messy, and Minho’s vest hung loosely from his shoulders. When the cold wind made Jisung’s lips tremble, Minho noticed instantly. Without thinking, he slipped his vest over him, draping it delicately across his shoulders.

Jisung’s heart stuttered. The small gesture made warmth bloom in his chest, and his smile appeared before he could stop it. Minho wasn’t any better at hiding his own shyness, a soft grin tugging at his lips as he looked away.

They walked side by side down a road they wished would never end. Their shoulders brushed now and then, sending shivers through them both. Jisung looked down, his finger ghosting near Minho’s, almost touching — then pulling back, uncertain.

But Minho had seen everything. Quietly, he reached out and caught Jisung’s hand, their fingers interlacing firmly. Just like that, they walked on — hand in hand, like two young fools stupidly in love.

The corner leading to Jisung’s house came too soon. Neither of them was ready to let go.

“I guess this is where we separate,” Jisung said, smiling, though the sadness in his voice betrayed him. He held Minho’s other hand tighter, facing him fully.

“Yeah…” Minho whispered, mirroring his tone.

“Well… see you tomorrow?” Jisung asked, finally letting go. Their fingertips lingered, brushing one last time before separating completely.

“Tomorrow,” Minho answered softly, rocking on his feet, unsure whether to stay or leave.

Jisung had just turned toward the gate when Minho’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist.
“Wait.”

Before Jisung could react, Minho pulled him close — arms circling his waist, holding him tight enough to steal his breath. His face buried against Jisung’s neck, and for a second, everything stilled. The shock faded quickly; Jisung melted into the embrace, pressing his face to Minho’s chest, tracing slow lines down his back.

They stayed like that — breathing each other in, clinging as if letting go would mean losing everything. The morning felt too fragile to disturb.

When they finally pulled apart, Minho kissed him — desperate, trembling, their lips crashing together in a mess of emotion. His hands cupped Jisung’s cheeks as their mouths moved in sync, shaky and soft, until Jisung tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Their tongues brushed briefly — a single, electric moment — before they parted again, sharing the same breath.

Foreheads pressed together, Jisung gave one last feather-light kiss, just a brush of lips that left a faint, wet sound. A goodbye without words.

He was scared — scared that reality would tear this away, scared of being hurt again. But he stayed quiet. He didn’t want to break the fragile spell holding them.

“C’mon, princess,” Minho murmured with a sleepy smile, his eyelids fluttering. “Go now.”

And Jisung did.
He turned away, heart still racing, while Minho stood under the pale sky, watching his shadow disappear behind the gate.

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When Minho pushed the door open, the faint sound of the TV filled the silence. Changbin was sprawled on the couch, a half-empty bowl of popcorn on his lap — and a trail of it scattered across the floor.

He turned around so fast he almost fell off.
“Yo— what the hell, man!?”

Minho blinked, a lazy grin forming. “It’s just me.”