in which the seventeen years old han jisung writes books about his idol, lee minho, meanwhile the mentioned idol is a huge fan of the fanfic writer, han jisung.
03/10/23- x/x/x
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Minho and Jisung wandered through the bustling mall, filled with a myriad of shops and the hum of excited voices. The atmosphere felt charged with anticipation, mirroring the excitement building between them, and they couldn't help but feel a rush of nerves mixed with budding affection.
As they strolled through the mall, Minho couldn't help but steal glances at Jisung, catching the way his captivating smile lit up his face. Jisung was his own unique blend of charismatic and adorable, a combination that made Minho's heart race every time they locked eyes. Minho cherished these moments, realizing just how special their connection had become.
They wandered into a quirky bookstore, shelves laden with a treasure trove of stories waiting to be discovered. Minho's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pulled out a book from the shelf, reading the whimsical title aloud. Jisung laughed, his musical voice filling the air, and playfully snatched the book from Minho's hands to examine it more closely.
"Ah, you caught me," Jisung teased, flipping through the pages. "I'll admit, I'm a sucker for fantasy and romance novels. There's something magical about escaping into other worlds."
Minho smirked, leaning in closer to Jisung. "So, you're telling me you're secretly a wizard?"
Jisung's face flushed a delightful shade of pink, the mention of magic not being the only thing that left him flustered. His gaze faltered for a moment before he met Minho's eyes, a mischievous spark igniting within them.
"I shall neither confirm nor deny that claim," Jisung replied, his voice laced with a playful tone. "Though if you're looking for magical creatures in this mall, you might find them in the food court."
Minho chuckled, his heart swelling with warmth at the effortless banter they shared. Their connection was becoming like an intricate dance, each step revealing a little more of themselves to one another. The more time they spent together, the more Minho realized how perfectly their personalities intertwined.
Their stroll continued, leading them to a quaint café nestled in a quiet corner of the mall. They settled into a cozy booth, their laughter filling the air as they sipped on another steaming cups of coffee. The conversation flowed effortlessly, their words a gentle symphony that revealed their dreams, fears, and aspirations.
Underneath the surface, their flirtatious exchanges hinted at something deeper. Minho found himself captivated by the way Jisung's laughter made his heart soar, and the way Jisung's eyes sparkled whenever Minho shared a secret or a silly anecdote. It was as if their connection held a promise, a promise that there was something extraordinary blooming between them.
As the afternoon waned, the mall's hustle and bustle served as both a backdrop and a reminder of the world spinning around them. But locked in this bubble of enchantment, Minho and Jisung felt as if time had slowed down, ensuring they could relish every moment. Their friendly date had become a delightful adventure into the tender depths of friendship and the uncharted territories of something more.
Little did they know, as they continued their journey through the mall hand in hand, this day would mark the beginning of a beautiful and unexpected story between two souls meant to intertwine their fates.
As Minho and Jisung wandered through the mall, they stumbled upon a vibrant photo booth tucked away in a cozy corner. Its colorful lights and playful props seemed to beckon to them, promising to capture a snippet of their newfound companionship in a tangible memento.
A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of Minho's lips as he nudged Jisung gently. "Hey, Jisung, you know, I was reading this romance novel the other day, and the characters had this adorable photo booth moment. It got me thinking, what do you say we create our own unforgettable memory?"
Jisung's eyes widened with genuine surprise, the mention of the romance book momentarily catching him off guard. But the idea intrigued him, and a playful spark ignited within him. "You're right! Let's embrace the spirit of those bookish romances and capture our friendship in a series of silly, heartfelt pictures. I totally am not freaking out inside," Jisung mumbled the last sentence.
They approached the booth, their excitement palpable as they stepped into the small, enclosed space. The camera began its countdown, and Minho and Jisung instantly slipped into a playful dynamic. They donned oversized hats, goofy glasses, and outrageous wigs, unleashing their silly sides as the flashes captured their laughter and camaraderie.
Suddenly, something shifted. In one spontaneous moment, Minho's hand grazed Jisung's, sending a jolt through their intertwined fingers. The air hummed with electricity as their eyes met, both aware that there was something deeper stirring within them. Yes, they held hands before, but at this moment, it felt different. It felt lovely.
Without any prompting, Jisung closed the distance between their cheeks, capturing their shared joy and anticipation in a single photograph. Their smiles grew wider, and Minho's free hand found its place on Jisung's cheek, his touch tender and gently guiding their gazes into the camera lens.
Click.
In that heartfelt capture, a moment of unspoken longing was immortalized. The image spoke of a connection beyond friendship, a shared journey that neither could deny. The photo booth became a silent narrator, documenting their unspoken desire to explore the depths of their budding emotions.
As they stepped out of the booth, cheeks flushed from excitement and realization, their hearts beat in perfect rhythm. They exchanged a knowing smile, their eyes communicating a conversation that only they could decipher. Something extraordinary had bloomed between them, igniting hope that their bond might transcend the pages of a romance novel and become their own captivating tale.
Little did they know, this snapshot of their shared adventure would become a cherished reminder of the day their friendship transformed into something deeper. And with every glance at the photo, they would be reminded of the magic that lay within the pages of books, and the extraordinary tale their own hearts were about to write.
„Hyung, are we friends now?" Jisung asked, his cheeks still flushed, walking away from the photo booth, and scanning every detail from the pictures they took together.
„The question is, do you want us to be?"
„It doesn't much depend on me.. you're an idol. I need to say, that I enjoy being in your presence, not as an idol, but as a person I have a bond with." This sentence made Minho's cheeks flush under the mask he was wearing. „I'd love us to be friends Jisungie. Don't care about my job, focus on us. Can you give me you number?"
„Y-yeah! Of course," he pulled his phone out of his pocket, clicking the password to get in, telling Minho his number, and the older pretending to write it down, because he already had Jisung's number in his phone. He even typed to Jisung, from the second number he owned.
Hunny Hey my favourite writer! How was your little lovely date? ;)
„Good, I got it. Thank you Jisung. I'll surely call you when i get back to the apartment, okay?"
Jisung nodded, blushing and smiling as an idiot. „Thank you for today.." he looked up in the elders eyes „Minho hyung."
The way the shorter said Minhos name felt like your favourite ice cream melting in your mouth. So sweet and lovely, that it made the elders smile go wider, being visible even under the mask.
„Can I hug you?" Minho asked, giggling at the way Jisung was blushing. „I don't bite," he laughed „unless you want me to."
————————————————- i promised i'll write more, and i take my words seriously! (i wouldn't but i fell on skis and i'm in my room alone lmaooo)
