Minho X Jisung

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"Excuse me, ma'am, do you by chance have a spare shirt laying around?" Jisung awkwardly asked.

The lady behind the desk looked him up and down, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose with her index finger.

"There's a lost and found right around the corner. What happened to you?" She asked, gesturing up and down Jisung's body.

"Chocolate milk accident. It's a long story, sorry I gotta hurry you make it to class." Jisung bowed and hurried out the door and down the hall.

He quickly found the lost and found bin, scooping through it to look for something that'd fit. Mostly it was just lonely mittens or scarves, the occasional jacket or shoe making an appearance.

Finally Jisung found a sweatshirt that looked like it'd fit him, if anything a bit big for his small frame. It had the school's logo on the front, and was maroon just like all the other school attire.

Jisung quickly threw it on, discarding his dirty t-shirt.

He hurried down the hall to his locker, which he quickly opened, stuffing his dirty t-shirt inside.

"Ji, what the hell!" Felix exclaimed, running to him from down the hallway.

"No time lix, sorry, I'm gonna be late for bio." Jisung waved and smiled at his friend before running the opposite way to the science building.

"Ji! Ya, Han Jisung! You bitch, I'm tryna help you! I'm not coming to your funeral you bitch!"

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Jisung walked out of English class together with his classmates. He could feel eyes burning into his neck.

He didn't like it one bit, especially since he'd been feeling like he was being watched since after lunch, when he walked into biology class a bit late.

No matter where he went the feeling didn't fade, therefore he couldn't have been happier to finally go home and escape his fellow students.

Heading to his locker, he could feel even more eyes on him as he walked through the crowd.

Jisung opened his locker, grabbing his soiled shirt and stuffing it in his bag.

"Yah! Jisung!" Felix hollered from down the hall, running towards him again.

Jisung sighed and closed his locker. He started walking towards his friend, meeting him halfway.

The door to Jisung's left opened, and before he could turn to it someone grabbed his arm and yanked him inside, slamming the door right after.

Jisung stumbled to catch his balance, having just been thrown into the room like a rag doll.

"Hey, do you mind!" He exclaimed, turning to whomever had kidnapped him.

He jumped back in surprise, looking at his senior with wide eyes.

Lee Minho stood leaned against the door of the boys locker room, trapping Jisung inside with him. His arms were folded over his chest and his eyebrows raised. He was in his football gear, presumably because practice was about to start.

"What in the world are you doing? Is this like a lame way of confessing or something?" Minho questioned him, sounding quite annoyed yet a bit amused.

"What? Did you forget, you dragged me in here!" Jisung exclaimed, confused.

"I've been looking for that for weeks! What, did you steal it to pull this little stunt? Have you just been lurking around, waiting for an opportunity?" Minho continued to ask, pushing off the door and taking slow steps towards Jisung.

The younger stepped back in turn, looking at Minho like he was crazy.

"Literally, what the fuck are you talking about!" He sighed, gesturing around cluelessly.

"My shirt, genius!" Minho answered, gesturing his head to Jisung's chest.

"What? Your what-" Jisung looked down at the lost and found shirt, confused, until he caught sight of the mirror to his left, seeing something white at the back of the shirt.

He turned his back to the mirror, watching over his shoulder. Printed in bold, block letter at the back of the shirt he was wearing was firstly Lee Minho's number, 25, "LEE" printed right underneath it.

Jisung gasped loudly, pulling at the shirt to see better.

He groaned dramatically, rubbing his hands over his face tiredly.

"For fucks sake, I've been wearing this to all my classes since lunch!" He exclaimed, tearing the shirt off and holding it in front of him to read the text again.

"Wait, so you didn't steal my shirt to pull a stunt?" Minho confusedly asked, looking at Jisung's red, embarrassed face.

"NO! I spilled my drink on my tee at lunch and grabbed the first thing I saw out of lost and found. I'm so sorry, I should've looked at the back before putting it on." Jisung apologized, handing the shirt back to the owner.

"Oh... It's alright then, you didn't know." Minho chuckled.

Jisung smiled back and awkwardly crossed his arms over his naked chest.

Minho looked him shamelessly up and down, chuckling under his breath at the awkwardness.

"So are you planning on walking home half naked or what? It's September." Minho asked teasingly.

"uh... I guess I'll have to take another trip to the lost and found." Jisung smiled tight lipped, feeling Minho's eyes burning into him.

"You know, it's fine. You should keep this." Minho shook his head, reaching the shirt back out to Jisung.

Jisung quickly shook his head.

"Thanks but it's fine. It's yours."

"C'mon, I replaced it already, I don't need it any longer."

Minho insisted, stepping closer and putting the shirt in Jisung's hand himself.

"... You do know what it means when someone else wears a player's shirt, right?" Jisung joked, expecting an obvious no.

"Yeah." Minho smirked, looking smugly into Jisung's eyes.

Jisung gaped at him for a second before chuckling.

"No seriously, it means that they're like, dating the player." Jisung smiled at the "innocent mistake" of the jock.

He reached the shirt back, expecting Minho to immediately take it when he realized.

Minho eyed the shirt for a second, smiling at Jisung before pushing it back into Jisung's body.

"Yeah, I know."

"You-" Jisung stuttered, looking at Minho with wide eyes.

"You're joking, right?" the younger exclaimed, blushing deep red at the insinuation.

"The game's about to start, hurry and put it back on." Minho ordered, grabbing his towel and water bottle from the bench to his left.

"I-what-no-I-wait no I have plans, I gotta go." Jisung stuttered, pointing to the door.

"No you don't." Minho chuckled, throwing an arm over Jisung and pulling him along towards the back exit of the locker room.

Jisung stumbled over his feet as he followed, trying to shrug the shirt back on in panic before they walked onto the crowded football field.

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"That was such an exciting game!" Jeongin exclaimed, standing up from the bench and gathering his stuff to leave.

The younger was a good friend of Jisung's, and also happened to be dating one of Minho's team mates, Bang Chan.

The two walked down the bleachers with everyone else, keeping small talk.

They found a spot aside the stream of people, chatting there for a couple minutes about homework and video games and whatever else.

"Oh, I see Channie. Gotta go, Ji, see ya tomorrow!" Jeongin exclaimed, waving goodbye before jumping off to his boyfriend.

"Bye innie, see you!" Jisung waved back before turning around and starting to walk off the football field.

He fumbled with his phone, trying to check the time.

Someone grabbed Jisung firmly by the hips, spinning him around like a rag doll.

"Where are you going?" Minho asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"uh, home?" Jisung answered like it was obvious.

Minho chuckled at him, throwing his arm over the younger and walking him back onto the field.

"No you're not. The team's going out to the diner to celebrate our win. You're coming." Minho told him, matter-of-fact-ly.

"i-what-why, why am I coming?" Jisung stammered, once again completely flabbergasted and blushing from Minho's antics.

"why, because you're wearing my shirt. Why else?"

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"Thanks for the ride, hyung." Jisung politely said, unclipping his seat belt.

Minho smiled at him, one hand still on the wheel.

"Don't mention it. I enjoyed your company today."

"So did I, surprisingly." Jisung said back, both of them chuckling at the statement.

"I'll see you around at school?" Jisung said before turning to the car door, grabbing the handle.

"Wait!" Minho said, grabbing Jisung's shoulder.

The latter stopped and turned back around.

The hand that wasn't on Jisung's shoulder reached out and pushed a strand of hair gently out of his face. From there Minho's hand slid down Jisung's temple to his cheek, cupping the plump cheek and hooking one finger behind his jaw.

Minho pulled Jisung into his body by his face, meeting him halfway and kissing him without hesitation.

Jisung needed a second to process what was going on, but quickly reciprocated the kiss. It wasn't every day he got kissed by such a pretty and charming guy as Lee Minho.

Minho smiled against Jisung's lips as he felt the younger fall into the kiss, peaking at his face up close through his eyelashes before closing his eyes and kissing Jisung again.

Jisung's arms snuck around Minho's body, pressing closer to him.

Minho was the first to pull out of the kiss, opening his eyes to see Jisung still leaned forward, chasing after the feeling still.

Minho chuckled and grabbed Jisung's hand, giving the back of it a quick peck.

"I'll pick you up for school tomorrow?" Minho offered.

Jisung smiled shyly, nodding his head.

"Great. 7.30. Be ready." Minho chuckled.

"Yes sir." Jisung joked, making Minho laugh gently.

"Alright. See you then." Minho smiled, squeezing Jisung's hand gently.

Jisung smiled and nodded. He quickly leaned back in and stole a peck from Minho's lips before turning around and hurrying out of the car, slamming the door a tad bit harder than intended.

He turned around and waved embarrassed at Minho before hurrying into his house.

Minho laughed to himself, driving off once he saw Jisung safely inside.

Jisung slid down the inside of his front door, hurriedly dialing a number on his phone.

"Lee FUCKING FELIX YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!"

"BITCH, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WARN YOU ALL DAY! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!"