I Can Do Both *REUPLOAD*

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It was after school and Jisung was doing something he never thought he would do. He was currently sitting in the study room of his house, head in a very confusing math book. Minho sat next to him, trying to explain the homework while Han only grumbled, shaking his head.

"I don't get it, why does this stuff exist?"

"It exists because if it didn't, we wouldn't be able to solve real world problems," Minho said, sighing.

"Okay, but not everyone wants to work at NASA or be a fucking mathematician. Like, someone who wants to he a singer isn't going to use the fucking Pythagorean Theorem to write lyrics. So why can't they just teach this shit to those who actually need it?"

"I- you make a good point. But, you never know what life may throw at you."

"I still think this is useless."

"Whether it is or isn't, you need to learn this so you can graduate."

"I'm not even going to college," Jisung muttered, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.

"You're not?" Minho questioned.

"No. I don't have any interest in doing anything."

"Okay, but what about a decent job? Most well paying jobs require more than a high school diploma. And at this rate, you won't even get that."

"Why would I get a job if I have money?"

"That's not going to last forever, you know. And one day, your parents are going to get tired of you mooching off of them."

"We'll they're not your parents so what the fuck do you know," Jisung spat, glaring at Minho.

Taken aback, Minho turned back to the homework in front of him. He quickly stood up, gathering his things and seemingly turning to stone.

"You're right, I overstepped. I'm sorry," he mumbled, quickly walking out of the room.

"Wait, Minho, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. You're probably right anyway," Jisung called, all of a sudden feeling a wave of panic as he chased Minho up the stairs, not bothering to collect his stuff. He followed him to his room, stopping at the door frame.

"You're not allowed to come in here so please leave. I'm keeping so many secrets from your parents already. Don't make it worse," Minho said, stuffing school supplies into his bag. "You're done tutoring for the day. If you have any questions about the homework, just let me know."

"Minho, please. I'm sorry. It was unfair of me to say that," Han pleaded, lip quivering.

Minho looked up after hearing his voice wobble.

"I didn't want to admit it but you're right. As soon as it's time to graduate, they're going to force me to look for a job so I can leave and they won't have to deal with me anymore," Jisung admitted, tears rolling down his face.

"I just didn't want to believe it because as much as I hate to admit it, I depend on them so much. But I act like I hate them and I know I make their life miserable and if I was out of their way, they could have their life back," he finished, crying into his fists.

Minho froze, soaking in the boy's words. This was the second time he had seen the younger this fragile and according to everyone else, it was very rare for Jisung to show any human emotion other than lust and pride.

It was sort of like Minho was squeezing his ego-filled bubble, small droplets falling up in his face, one by one.

As selfish as it was, Minho wanted to see more.

"Jisung..." Minho made his way over to the crying boy, touching his arm and making the younger snap his head up.

"Your parents only want the best for you. They know that one day, when they're gone, you'll struggle without help which is why they're trying to help you now. I know that they're gone a lot but that's what they have to do in order to make so much money. If you miss them, you shouldn't be bratty towards them. You have to communicate, okay?"

"Okay," Jisung mumbled, cutley and shyly scuffling his feet closer to Minho and hiding his face in his chest as the others arms wrapped around him. "I didn't mean to spill so much. I don't know where that came from."

"It's okay, it's cute," Minho blurted, cursing slightly. "I mean-"

Jisung looked up with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. He stared up, dumbfounded.

But surprisingly, it wasn't because of what Minho said.

What's this feeling in my chest?

Jisung was beyond confused. There was suddenly this unexplainable feeling that swelled up in his chest and made his heart pound. It was almost like he was experiencing a panic attack but the feeling was somehow... Safe. If it were a dream, Jisung would imagine himself in the sky, dancing in the clouds while harps harmonized in the background. Snapping back to reality, he realized Minho was staring at his lips.

"M-minho..." He whispered, enthralled by the older's pointed lips.

In a trance, Minho started to slowly lean in, eyes glued to Jisung's lips. Jisung followed, tilting his head, pressing his body closer to the older.

Unlike usual, he was nervous to kiss Minho, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe it had something to do with the thumping beat of his heart that sped up as they inched closer.

But just as the pair closed their eyes, the front door downstairs opened, the alarm going off.

"Jisung, love! Minho~" Jisung's mother called. "We're home early! Come down soon please!"

The two immediately separated and Minho grabbed at his hair, hands tightening around it, backing up and shaking his head, muttering curses as he paced.

"Wh-why did you pull away?" Jisung asked, cheeks heating up.

"Shit, shit, shit, " Minho muttered.

"Minho, why are you acting like we committed a crime? It's just kissi-"

"That's the problem, Jisung. Kissing only leads to other stuff, stuff that absolutely cannot happen."

"What are you talking about Minho," Jisung huffed, crossing his arms.

Having stopped pacing, Minho turned to Jisung, grabbing the boy's shoulders.

"If we do something and they find out, I'll get fired. I can't let that happen, Jisung."

"What? Why not?"

"I'll be thrown out and have nowhere to go," he whispered, panic in his eyes.

"Okay, number one, they wouldn't fire you. Especially after ranting about how hard it was to find someone like you. Number two, couldn't you just go live with your parents for a while?"

"It doesn't matter, Jisung. Just drop it."

"But, Minho-"

"Jisung, please," Minho said, lowering his head.

If Jisung was crazy, he would've thought that Minho sounded like he was going to cry.

Using his index finger, Jisung lifted Minho's chin and indeed, Minho's eyes were glossed over, and he was biting his lip slightly.

"Minho... Stop always hiding your emotions... They matter."

Meeting eyes with Jisung, Minho sighed and looked back down.

"My parents are dead."

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