solidify // minsung

{4}

Jeongin was walking past their teacher's room when he heard the voices of his older brother and Woojin.

"No way... Are you serious Min?" Woojin affectionately called Minho 'Min' when they weren't in their 'student-teacher' relationship. Jeongin stopped and leaned against the wall, eavesdropping on their conversation. He smirked to himself when he heard that his older brother had fallen in love.

"Do you know this person's name?" Jeongin heard Woojin ask. "Like at all?"

Silence followed for what felt like hours before Minho faintly mumbled. "No."

"Jeez child! I thought you would at least know their name!" Woojin scolds but from the tone of his voice, Jeongin could tell that Woojin was being playful as he had a slight smirk plastered on his face.

"Hyung! I know what he looks like though," Jeongin hears Minho whine, "Can I draw what he looks like?"

Woojin was shocked. Normally, Minho wouldn't ask to draw or paint as he would just do it anyway, regardless of Woojin telling him no. The elder nods, watching his student grab a piece of paper and the ink pot. He watches his student in amazement as he drew the portrait with so much detailing. As Minho concentrated on his work, the more familiar the model of Minho's portrait became to him.

Woojin's eyes widened as he took in the finished artwork. Beautiful wide but slightly narrowed eyes shone with love and concern but focused as he held an unfinished bracelet in his hand. As he looked at the bracelet, he noticed how Minho kept glancing at the bracelet on his left wrist. Woojin smirked to himself as he continued to stare at the drawing, seeing the similarity between the bracelet on his student's wrist and the one in the drawing. Woojin noticed the young male's hair in the drawing; it seemed to sway gently with the breeze, showing some of his forehead. He looked young and Woojin remembered seeing the same male in the marketplace.

"I know him Min," Woojin smiles softly, handing back the artist's work, "He sells handmade jewellery that him and his mother have made together. I can't quite remember his name but I have heard something along the lines of 'Ji' while walking past them one afternoon. His jewellery is absolutely amazing but I haven't been able to afford any..."

Minho snaps his head up, remembering what the male had said when he didn't have enough money, the words replaying in his mind.

"Its fine, you can have it."

"After all, I don't see a pretty face like yours often."

Minho's insides churned as he further remembered the memory, butterflies racing in his stomach. He felt his cheeks warm up again for the ninth time that day and he blushed more as Woojin teased him again.

"Aww... Min got a crush on the commoner?" The elder teased, watching Minho hide his face under his fringe.

"Woojin!"

"Minho!" Woojin cackles as he copies Minho's whining tone, annoying the younger. Minho pouts before glaring at his teacher and sitting at his desk.

"Why are you so mean to me, hyung?" Minho continues to pout as Woojin showers him with cuddles and love.

"You love me regardless Min."

"Lucky for you..."

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"Jisung!" Sora calls out before going into a coughing fit. Both Chan and Jisung rush to her aid. Her eyes widened in surprise when she sees her 'adopted' son. Both males helped Sora sit up before Jisung leaves to make her more of the soothing medicinal tea. It was nearing dark and while there was some light around, Jisung got started on making a healthy soup for the three of them. Chan usually couldn't resist his friend's delicious cooking.

"Chan, it's been a-" Chan placed a finger on her lips, "Mother, shush. If you keep talking, you'll irritate your sore throat more."

Sora slowly nods as Chan smiles, pulling his finger away from her lips, stroking his hand lovingly.

"Since when did you become a healer Chan?" Jisung smiles as he comes back with the tea for his mother. He sits beside her as she sips slowly, feeling its soothing effects on her dry and aggravated throat. It was silent between the three, the only sound being heard is the tinkling of the cup as Sora places it down on its saucer. Jisung got up ten minutes later to work on his soup.

"Get some rest mum. I'll wake you up when it's ready." Jisung smiles softly as he leaves, taking her finished cup with him. Chan followed behind him, leaving Sora to get some sleep.

"What are you making?" Chan sniffs the air as he hums at the delightful smell. Jisung chuckles, stirring the soup above the fire as it softly bubbled.

"You always sound like you haven't been fed in weeks Chan!" Jisung playfully shoves Chan before a playful brawl took place between the two friends. Jisung had Chan in a headlock as he ruffled his hair, the whining as Jisung held him tighter. Chan frowns in annoyance before whacking Jisung hard on the back of the head with his left arm, releasing himself from the younger's grip.

"Ouch! That's gonna leave a fucking bump!" Jisung pouts, rubbing the spot where Chan had hit.

"Watch your profanity mister!" Chan scolds, whacking Jisung in the same spot once again, causing the younger to whine more.

Once dinner was ready, Chan served his adoptive mother some of the soup while Jisung served up two bowls of soup for him and Chan. He waited with the soup when he saw Chan come back.

"Hungry?"

"Why bother when you know that answer Ji." Chan grinned, taking a bowl from Jisung and the two young adults sat outside on a step. The silence between them was comfortable as they quietly slurped down their noodle soup.

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The air was cool but refreshing as both Chan and Jisung walked down the familiar winding path to the river, the full moon guiding them to where they were headed, nothing but their shallow breaths being heard. They found themselves close to the river's edge, the sound of the water like music to their ears, giggling they both ran towards it.

"You're so slow!" Jisung sang, reaching the water first after flinging his cotton made t-shirt off and throwing himself in the water, submerging himself in the refreshing water. The water splashed onto Chan before he could make it, soaking him slightly. Rolling his eyes, he pulls off his shirt and steps into the cool water, eyeing Jisung.

"You could have waited until I took my t-shirt off you idiot!" Chan grumbles and Jisung grins innocently.

"But it's hot!"

"Yeah, because you're with me!" Chan snaps back, grinning as he went underwater, he swam towards Jisung, reaching for the younger's pants and tugging it down with force.

Jisung shrieks, "Hey! What the hell?"

Jisung struggles to pull his pants on when he hears a sharp crack of a stick snapping, it echoing through the quiet night. He freezes midway, struggling with pulling his pants up as they clung to his wet skin. His eyes darting around before landing on a familiar face. Oh shit...

"Hi?"

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