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"Maybe he's turning to the right?" Deep in thoughts, Minho stroked his chin. He tilted his head, the big floof of bed hair on his head moving to the side. "I don't know.. It's hard to tell."

He moved back and stood straight, still observing the ball of human asleep on the bed, completely covered under the beige fabric.

Minho was never one to keep his room clean. He threw his things wherever he wanted, because it was 'easier to find what I want' that way, as he would always assure himself. Bundles would lie around with clothes he didn't really use and his closet held only his most favourite outfits (that too, not folded and neatly kept, but shoved inside without much care).

And getting a roommate shouldn't change his mind, he used to believe. But watching Jisung so preciously curled in the corner with half of Minho's stuff occupying the rest of his bed, Minho sighed softly. He rolled up the sleeves of his bunny pyjamas before he could dwell on his thoughts longer.

Starting out by hugging a huge pile of clothes to carry them, Minho grumbled when he almost lost his balance. He managed to dump everything onto his bed. He brushed his silk hair back by both hands, heaving a big sigh.

Minho turned around to the still sleeping blond. Jisung had shifted out of his blanket cocoon and settled a bit more comfortably on the now completely free bed. Unaware of the smile that had appeared on his lips, Minho spent a few minutes staring the peaceful boy; His cheeks were dusted with a light shade of red, eyes still slightly swollen and Minho concluded the boy must've cried himself to sleep. And with his eyes closed, his long lashes showed prettily.

Jisung was really just that beautiful, but Minho would never admit it in a positive way. At least not yet.

After scribbling something down on a neon green sticky note, Minho looked at his words.

' Hey sleepyhead.

Coffee & Calm
4419 st. block xx

One of my dad's coffeehouse.
Tue & Wed, 5-8pm.
Don't be late to work.

~ min the best ho '

He inhaled, hoping the remorse he felt from being the cause of Jisung losing his previous job would disappear. He leaned down by placing one hand on the bed to support his weight and using the other hand, he carefully pasted the note on Jisung's exposed forehead. Minho remained still, his hand refusing to leave from near Jisung's face. He let his fingers gently stroke the boy's squishy cheeks, the touch creating swirls of unnamed emotions in Minho's tummy.

Just a little longer.

Minho carefully brushed soft locks away from the blond's face, loving the feel of his velvety hair. He twirled the strands in his fingers. A deep frown was quick to warp Minho's features. He pulled his hand away and stood upright, disliking the way he felt.

Jisung was so stupidly alluring, in ways he couldn't understand, and something about it irked Minho.

He grabbed his leather jacket off the chair and left, prepared to rant all his problems to both Chan and Felix, although the two never took his side in this case.

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It was late evening and Chan had just left. Felix took a sip from his can of coke. As he watched Minho roll around on the floor, he sighed. The ravenette had barged into his room that morning with bunny pyjamas and a leather jacket on.

"The more you talk about Jisung, the more you actually like him." Felix commented, holding back from the urge to attack Minho with a pillow. Or anything in reach.

Minho's worm movements came to a halt, his pyjama shirt raised above his waist. He sat up, hair disheveled and heaving long breaths like he had just run a mile. "No way- he may be really pretty and have stupidly soft cheeks and- oh and I may have wanted to touch his lips but-" Minho stopped rambling, staring Felix right in the eyes while the latter had a teasing smirk on his face. Upon realising what he had just blurted out, Minho's cheeks suffused with shades of red. He fell back on the ground with a loud groan. "Argh! look this isn't helping!"

"You're so gay."

"Not for Han Jisung."

"You're gay for Han Jisung."

Minho sat up again, eyebrows furrowed and a displeased scowl on his face. "Go fuck Chan." He scoffed, his words making Felix choke on the drink that had now spilled all over his baby pink sweater.

"Well-" Felix paused, coughing. He stood up and placed the can on his table, holding his sweater away from his body so the liquid won't get on him. "It's too soon for that but I wouldn't mind."

Minho lifted a brow, his gaze following Felix as the boy peeled the stained clothing off himself, exposing his toned abdomen. Felix caught Minho's eyes, matching smirks on their faces. The two broke out into laughter, knowing exactly what each other had remembered.

Felix snorted, still shirtless. "Remember when-"

"When we first met and we made out- oh god." Minho wiped his eyes, still laughing.

"And then I came home as your step brother." Felix grunted, cringing at the memory. "That was so embarrassing!"

"Kinda tragic if you think about it." Minho commented, releasing a long sigh as he reminisced about their past. "We were almost a couple and then bam! Dads decided to get married." He explained, making explosive gestures with his hands.

"It's sad." replied Felix, a smile on his lips as he picked a plain blue tee to put on. "I liked you so much I used to cry in the basement everyday."

"That's where you hid?!" Minho gasped. "I used to cry in the attic. Wow, the way we were never meant for each other. Not gonna lie, we would've made a cute couple."

"Right," Felix agreed, sitting back on the bed as he grabbed his phone off the table. "Minlix sounds cute. But now it's Chanlix and Minsung."

"I prefer Minbok- wait." Minho's pretty smile instantly formed into a grimace, lips turning downwards in disgust. "I don't like Han Jisung."

"All lies." Felix dismissed, eyes never leaving the phone screen. "And speaking of your Jisungie, he just texted."

Minho blinked multiple times, letting the words sink in. "Wait.." He shifted to sit on his heels, now highly interested in what Felix was saying. "You have his number? Since when? Do you always talk?"

Felix grinned. "He's my classmate. He made dinner, wants to know if you'll be back."

Although Felix hadn't answered each of his question, Minho was already on his feet, scrambling to grab his jacket. Felix wheezed, the other boy shooting him a glare (and a glorious middle finger) before rushing out the room.

As the door shut, Felix yelled, "You're so gay Minho!"

"Um... Are you gonna eat or.."

Minho glared at Jisung, who sat beside him on the couch (and shrunk back). Too close. Still maintaining the glare, he shifted his attention to the two mouthwatering bowls of stew placed on the coffee table.

Jisung played with his fingers. "I'm not forcing you to eat.." He voiced, unsure.

Minho responded with silence. He once again scanned the room, too clean for his preferences. His previously cluttered bed was now free of the clothes that covered them, the articles folded and placed at the foot of the bed. The couch was clean, and so was the garbage littered around his kitchen that had failed to make it into the dustbin because Minho's aim was bad. Everything was spotless.

Minho glanced at Jisung and frowned, the boy's gaze constantly shifting to Minho's patterned pyjamas (that he still hadn't changed out of). Minho lowered his voice, "Are you bribing me?"

The blond was quick to shake his head to either sides. "It's just my gratitude.. For the new job. And I wanted to clean anyway.."

Minho couldn't resist any longer. He picked the bowl, the tempting aroma of the stew arousing his senses. "You can cook. I hate you."

Jisung chuckled, the sound of his laughter melting Minho's heart. "You hate me for that?"

Staring at the food, a smile curled up Minho's lips, a soft smile that he couldn't wipe off. "That's just one of the countless reasons." He mumbled.
Like, I hate you for being so adorable. And cute. Wait, same shit-

After finishing up, Minho left the dishes to Jisung (although the blond didn't complain, he was too happy Minho ate what he made, his gummy grin never leaving). Minho had to take a wash and change into better clothes. When he was out of the hour-long shower (he had spent mostly thinking of the cute blond), rain was pouring with thunder crashing loudly, and his bubbly roommate nowhere to be seen.

Ruffling his fluffy raven hair, Minho looked around before spotting the rock on the bed, aka Jisung under his comforter. Minho smiled, assuming the blond was asleep. He waddled to his bed and crouched down to rummage through his backpack. After showers that relaxed him, Minho always loved reading.

Just then, a deafening explosion of thunder sounded, and although Minho himself never minded thunderstorms, he heard tiny whimpers this time. He whipped his head to the boy on the other bed, who seemed shaken up underneath the covers.

Again, another boom of thunder. Jisung visibly flinched. Minho watched as the terrified squirrel boy slowly poked his head out, eyes glossy. He looked at Minho pleadingly, chewing on his bottom lips.

Still crouching down, Minho arched his brows. "Scared?"

The blond nodded, recoiling when the pouring got heavier, large drops pattering against the window louder. His bottom lip jutted out and oh boy was that the most precious sight.

Sighing, Minho discarded his backpack and stood up, biting down on his lips to prevent the smile that itched to form. Without a second thought, he walked over and climbed onto Jisung's bed, the blond catching on and moving aside to give him space. Instead of getting under the covers, he embraced Jisung's tiny frame from over it. Using his hand, Minho combed through Jisung's soft hair, the action calming the scared boy. He snuggled closer to Minho's touch, eyes growing heavy in the comfort of the ravenette's safe embrace.

Normally, Minho would never let anyone that close, yet at that moment, he didn't want to move. His body felt hot, heart pulsating rapidly. Minho loved the scent of honey & vanilla from Jisung's shampoo, the feel of his fluffy hair, the warmth, and even the subtle snores that came from the boy after a while.

Even though he convinced himself to not think too much of it, Minho was falling, and he was falling  hard.

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