Minsung/skz/J.E.S

"Broken Boy" Jisung, a quiet, peaceful boy, didnt talk. Didnt interact. If he was told to do something, he'd do it. His obedience was fear wrapped in the illusion of kindness. Peers called him reliable. Locals called him reserved. In reality, he had scars that would never heal, cuts that would bleed in the dark, tears that would dry his eyes. ----------------------------------Minho doesnt care. Has unlimited confidence. And is as free as a bird. No one stops him. No one can. No one dares to. No one minds him. He does such that nobody pays any mind. He moves like water. Free, Flexible, Accepted. ----------------------------------They first met in a bookstore. Jisung was quietly, carefully scanning their spines as if they had their whole story plastered on it. and they owed him information. Minho was there for the warmth; it was a snowy and glowy evening with streetlights blaring orange inted lights onto on coming cars. Minho sipped lukewarm coffee on a leather sofa and saw Jisung. Cheeks. His cheeks. Jisung's cheeks were puffy and loose. Like a baby's. "Hey." Minho smoothly said, the words rolling off of his tongue. Jisung jerked his head to Minho immediately, his wide eyes scanning Minho. Suddenly, a strange flutter was found in his stomach. What was that? Was it...him? Jisung looked at Minho for a few seconds before realising Minho had said something. "Hello?" Minho asked, his head slightly tilted. "Uh, yes?" "Youre cute" Jisung tensed up. Cute? Wait...but...he is a boy. Stop it stomach. Stop it mind. Stop it eyes. Stop it..heart. "Oh..sorry. I speak my mind." Jisung nodded and quickly moved back to the books beside him. "I am Minho." Jisung, following his tendancy to obey, nodded and muttered "Jisung." From then on it was casual glances and slowly it turned into seeing each other everywhere, every turn, every curve. Until one night, beneath a blanket of stars, on a grassy hill and staring at a milky black above. "Why do you stay?" Jisung asked.