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● 05

the air was filled with awkward silence. neither of them spoke a word and jisung was just there standing at the door. fortunately, minho broke the very uneasy atmosphere.

"um let's start the lesson?"

jisung snapped back to his senses. "oh s-sure." he sat down on the opposite direction of minho, facing him.

"first of all, i want us to know about each other more in order to lower the level of awkwardness between us. what do you say?"
jisung nodded his head.

"let's start with the basics. introduce yourself, please." jisung inhaled deeply before speaking. "m-my name's han jisung, as you may know. i-i'm 18 years old."

minho flashed a smile. cute. honestly, minho doesn't need to hear the introduction. he knows it already. he just wanted to make the air less thick. you could say that he's been keeping an eye on him for a while now.

"i'm lee minho. 19 years old." he smiled.

"shall we start now?" jisung asked. minho replied, "of course."

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after about an hour or so, their tutor session ended. jisung packed his bag and minho doing the same.

"hyung i'll get going now. see you tomorrow?" he said but it sounded more like a question. "yes, see you tomorrow," minho flashed a small yet genuine smile at him.

jisung's heart almost fluttered at minho's smile. almost. as he was about to open the door, he was pinned to the wall, not aggressively though. it was quite gentle.

"what are you doing?" a slight pink tint spread across his face from the sudden action.

minho cleared his throat before answering, "i know this is weird and just might not make sense and we barely even know each  other but hear me out, please."

jisung hummed as a response.

"i want you to be my fake boyfriend."

"w-what why?"

he sighed, "i'm sure you know that a lot of fangirls are always confessing to me, asking me out and what not. but i'm not interested in them."

jisung's eyes slightly widened. "so you're gay? or bi?"

"pretty much. i'll give you some time to think about it." minho sighed. "here's my number." he passed a small pink note with a number scribbled on it.

jisung hesitantly accepted it. "i-i will text y-you when i make up my m-mind." he stuttered out of being flustered because of the position they are in.

jisung's right arm pinned above his head, against the wall. their faces barely centimeters apart that he could hear minho's breath. chests almost touching.

minho realized the situation and quickly stand awkwardly with his hand touching his nape. "well i got to go now. see you tomorrow?"

"y-yes see you tomorrow."

on that day, jisung went back home with thoughts swirling around his mind.

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this story straight up sucks. i feel like i'm going in a slow pace? do y'all prefer the story flows quicker or slower?

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