Minho stood on Jisung's doorstep, the sun casting long shadows across the pavement. He glanced at his watch; it was precisely 2:00 PM. He was early, as usual.
The anticipation of seeing Jisung again made his heart flutter with nervous excitement. They had planned to meet at 2:45 PM, but Minho couldn't resist arriving a bit ahead of schedule.
The door swung open, revealing Jisung standing there in his oversized clothes, his pink hair tousled and unkempt. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment upon realizing it was Minho at the door.
Minho couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of Jisung, even in his disheveled state. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight before him.
"Minho," Jisung stammered, his cheeks growing even redder. „You.. You are really.."
"I-I didn't know you also rode a motorcycle."
Minho grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ah, surprise," he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "I like to keep some things mysterious."
Jisung's heart raced at the thought of Minho on a motorcycle, finding it incredibly attractive, but he didn't want to make it too obvious. "R-right," he mumbled, his gaze flickering nervously to the ground.
Minho chuckled softly, enjoying Jisung's shy demeanor. "Don't worry," he said, stepping closer to Jisung. "I promise I won't let you fall off."
Jisung's cheeks flushed even darker as Minho's flirtatious words sent a shiver down his spine. He glanced up at Minho, his heart pounding in his chest. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, he couldn't deny the fluttering feeling in his stomach whenever Minho was near.
"Um, why don't you come in for a while?" Jisung suggested suddenly, feeling the need to compose himself before they set off. "I need to get ready, and my parents are in the garden, so we need to hurry before they see you."
Minho nodded eagerly, following Jisung inside. As they made their way to Jisung's room, Jisung couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness. He turned to Minho, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Um, just a heads up," Jisung said hesitantly. "Don't feel weird, but I...uh...have a few posters of you hanging up in my room."
Minho's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. "Really? I'm flattered!" he exclaimed, his heart swelling with warmth. "I'll try not to let my ego get too big."
Jisung rolled his eyes playfully, feeling a rush of relief at Minho's easygoing response. As they entered Jisung's room, Minho couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the boy standing beside him. He was grateful for the unexpected twists and turns that had brought them together once more.
Minho followed Jisung into his room, a grin still plastered on his face from Jisung's confession about the posters. He took a seat on Jisung's king-sized bed as Jisung disappeared into the bathroom to change.
As he waited, Minho glanced around the room, taking in the cozy atmosphere. His eyes landed on a sleek laptop resting on Jisung's desk, surrounded by scattered papers and notebooks. A curious smile tugged at the corners of Minho's lips as he wondered about Jisung's creative pursuits.
Jisung emerged from the bathroom, his cheeks still tinged with a faint blush as he shuffled nervously in his loose button-up shirt and shorts. He approached Minho with a shy smile, his eyes darting away from Minho's gaze.
"Um, sorry for the wait," Jisung mumbled, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "I, uh, hope this is okay."
Minho's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Jisung in his casual attire, finding him utterly charming in his bashfulness. "You look great, Jisung," he said sincerely, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "But then again, you always do."
Jisung's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink at Minho's compliment, his heart fluttering at the sincerity in Minho's words. He couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at Minho's presence, grateful for the easy camaraderie between them.
"Thanks, Minho," Jisung replied softly, a shy smile playing on his lips. "So, uh, what do you want to do now?"
Minho's curiosity got the better of him as he glanced at Jisung's laptop and scattered papers. "I couldn't help but notice your laptop," he said, gesturing towards the desk. "Do you write your own music?"
Jisung's eyes widened in surprise at the question, but a flicker of excitement danced in his gaze. "Yeah, I do," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "I mean, I try to. It's nothing special, though. It's just for fun."
A grin spread across Minho's face at Jisung's modesty. "I'd love to hear something, if you don't mind," he said eagerly, his eyes shining with anticipation. "I bet it's amazing."
Jisung's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at Minho's request. Despite his nerves, he couldn't resist the opportunity to share his music with Minho.
With a shy nod, he settled onto the bed beside Minho, opening his laptop to play one of his compositions.
As the melody filled the room, Minho listened intently, his heart swelling with emotion at the sight of Jisung sharing a piece of himself through his music.
In that moment, he was grateful for the unexpected moments that life had to offer, and for the boy sitting beside him, filling his world with joy and melody.
As Jisung played one of his songs from his laptop, Minho leaned in closer, his eyes focused intently on the screen. The melody was beautiful, weaving its way through the room and wrapping around Minho's heart.
Jisung couldn't help but notice the subtle scent of Minho's cologne, a mix of citrus and musk that enveloped him like a warm embrace. He stole a quick glance at Minho, studying his features with curiosity. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way his hair fell effortlessly into place, the way his presence filled the room with warmth and light.
Careful not to let his gaze linger too long, Jisung turned his attention back to the music, his fingers moving fluidly across the keyboard. He poured his heart and soul into the melody, hoping to convey the emotions swirling inside him through the power of music.
As the last notes of Jisung's song "Volcano" faded into the air, Minho stood in awe, his heart stirred by the haunting melody. He turned to Jisung, a curious expression on his face.
"Jisung, that song was incredible," Minho said, his voice filled with admiration. "It's called 'Volcano,' right? What's the story behind it?"
Jisung's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pride at Minho's question. He shifted nervously in his seat, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.
"Well, um, 'Volcano' is about... well, it's about the feeling of being overwhelmed by your emotions," Jisung explained hesitantly, his voice soft but earnest. "It's like... you're trying to keep everything bottled up inside, but eventually, it all comes bursting out like a volcano."
Minho nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "That's deep," he said, his voice tinged with admiration. "I can feel the emotion in every note. It's like you're pouring your heart out into the music."
Jisung's cheeks flushed with pleasure at Minho's praise, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Th-thank you, hyung," he replied, his heart swelling with gratitude. "I'm glad you liked it."
As Minho praised Jisung's song, he couldn't help but notice the earnest admiration shining in Jisung's eyes. Jisung's gaze lingered on Minho, his heart swelling with admiration for the older boy's presence.
Minho felt a smirk tug at the corners of his lips as he caught Jisung staring at him. He leaned back on the bed, a playful glint in his eyes.
"You know, Jisung," Minho said, his voice low and teasing, "if you keep staring at me like that, I might start thinking you're falling for me."
Jisung's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink at Minho's playful remark, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly averted his gaze, hoping to hide his embarrassment.
"N-no, it's not like that," Jisung stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I was just...admiring your... um, presence."
Minho chuckled softly at Jisung's flustered response, finding his shyness utterly charming. He reached out to gently tilt Jisung's chin up, meeting his gaze with a warm smile.
"Hey, it's okay," Minho said softly, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm glad you're enjoying my company. And just so you know, the feeling's mutual."
Jisung's heart fluttered at Minho's words, a rush of warmth spreading through him at the genuine affection in Minho's eyes. In that moment, as they sat together in the quiet intimacy of Jisung's room, Jisung couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected bond that had formed between them.
As the loud knock on the door disrupted the moment, Jisung and Minho exchanged startled glances, their hearts pounding with apprehension. Jisung's father's voice followed, filled with curiosity and concern.
"Jisung, whose motorcycle is parked in front of our house? Can I come in?" Jisung's father asked, his tone tinged with urgency.
With their faces inches apart, Jisung felt a surge of panic as he searched for a quick excuse to prevent his father from discovering Minho's presence. In a split-second decision, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, his voice trembling with nervousness.
"Dad, don't... don't come in!" Jisung exclaimed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Minho's eyes widened in surprise at Jisung's sudden plea, but he quickly understood the need to comply with Jisung's request. He remained silent, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Jisung's father's response.
Jisung's father's voice faltered for a moment, clearly taken aback by his son's unexpected plea. "Is everything okay, Jisung?" he asked, concern evident in his tone.
"Yeah, dad, everything's fine," Jisung replied quickly, his voice tinged with urgency. "I... uh, I just... I'm in the middle of something, that's all. I'll come out in a bit, okay?"
Jisung's father hesitated for a moment before responding. "Alright, son," he said finally, his voice filled with understanding. "Just let me know if you need anything."
As the sound of his father's footsteps faded away, Jisung let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through him. He turned to Minho, his eyes wide with disbelief at the absurdity of their situation.
"I can't believe I just said that," Jisung exclaimed, his voice tinged with mortification.
Minho couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of the moment, his heart warmed by Jisung's quick thinking. He reached out to gently squeeze Jisung's hand, a fond smile playing on his lips.
After Jisung's dad's footsteps faded away, leaving them alone once more, Jisung and Minho remained frozen in their close proximity. The tension between them lingered in the air, palpable and charged with anticipation.
Jisung's heart raced as he felt Minho's warm breath against his skin, their faces mere inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating from Minho's body, sending shivers down his spine.
Minho's eyes locked onto Jisung's, a myriad of emotions swirling in their depths. He felt a surge of electricity coursing through him, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they gazed at each other, their breaths coming in shallow gasps. The world around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them suspended in a moment of unspoken connection.
And in that fleeting moment, as they lingered in the space between them, Jisung couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for them. He felt a sense of exhilaration building within him, a silent promise of adventures yet to come.
But before either of them could make a move, the spell was broken by the sound of Jisung's nervous laughter, the tension dissipating as quickly as it had appeared.
"Well, that was... intense," Jisung remarked, his voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and amusement.
Minho chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice warm with fondness. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."
Jisung blushed in embarrassment, punching Minho playfully in the chest, „Let's just go, before my parents will suspect anything." he giggled „Where are you taking me anyway?"
„Ice cream, close to Han river."
Han river is a picturesque location with scenic views, especially during the evening when the city lights reflect on the water. Many couples enjoy walking along the riverbanks, having picnics, or taking boat rides together.
It's also a popular spot for dates and romantic outings, offering a serene and romantic atmosphere for spending time with loved ones.
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mar6 wed
another chapter yay! i'm gonna put a bit of the other ships in the next chapters, stay tuned my lovely readers. <3