🌸 metanoia ⇏《seungjin》

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Minho's favorite color? Jisung needed to know about it.

Now, this behavior would typically be labelled 'stalker-ish' and 'creepy' if Lee Minho didn't like what Jisung has been doing. But he did.

Because whenever Jisung's tuft of brown hair popped out from the crowd of screaming fans during every basketball game, I could clearly see Minho's bright smile from my place in the bleachers, as well as the way he slightly tilted his head to obscure his smile from view.

Whenever Jisung stammered out a squeaky, "Hi!" to Minho each time they cross paths, I always took note of the way that the basketball player's brown eyes brightened up considerably.

But of course, like any other cliché love story, Jisung doesn't know that Minho likes him back.

(Oblivious idiots. I swear to god, I want to continuously hit my head against a wall every time I hear Jisung whine about how Minho doesn't even know who he is and how Minho will never like him back and how Minho is probably straight, Seungmin, so stop giving me false hope that he'll ever fall in love with me!)

Despite Jisung's pessimistic thoughts, however, he was still a very determined squirrel whose mind was set on the goal of capturing Lee Minho's heart. So when he found out that Felix was going to be a part of the same dance troupe that Minho was in, he immediately jumped on the opportunity to accompany Felix in his dance practices, thus giving Jisung the chance to spend more time with Minho.

So instead of spending my afternoon lazing around at home and ordering a large pepperoni pizza for me, myself, my cat named Sir Cuddles, and the household workers that live in my house, I was stuck sitting on the smooth, polished floor of JYP Academy's dance studio, my gaze fixed on the dancer that was positioned in the center.

His brown hair was matted with sweat, making the dark strands attach themselves to the sides of his face. The unnamed dancer was wearing a white sleeveless shirt that did nothing to hide his toned arms. I watched, transfixed, at the way that his muscles bulged out while he was in the middle of doing a particularly difficult dance move. Gallons of sweat was exerted from his body, causing his shirt to be a bit see-through by the end of his performance.

"Did you see that?" Jisung gushed from beside me, clutching my shoulder and shaking it back-and-forth in order to portray his excitement. "Minho is so good at dancing! I bet he can pass off as a member of that boy group -- what's their name again? -- ah, BCS! Minho can definitely be a member of BCS. He even has the charisma of an idol!"

I only nodded, still staring at the handsome dancer, who had now settled into a comfortable spot on the floor, in the process of opening the water bottle in his hand. He threw his head back and tilted his water bottle upwards, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped down the contents of the bottle.

Gathering the small amount of courage that I had and steeling my weak resolve, I broke out of Jisung's grip, only to be met with a confused look.

"Where are you going?" My friend asked, his eyebrows furrowed. I stood up and brushed the non-existent dust from my clothes.

"I just have to talk to someone," I stated simply, not sharing any other information about what I was going to do.

Jisung eyed me weirdly, opening his mouth to (probably) question me until he had squeezed all the information out of me, but fortunately for me, I was able to walk away before he could say more.