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A faint ticking of the pressure monitor keeps most of them awake, it's past 9:30pm and he was supposed to make it home for dinner by 7. Jisung stares up at the bunk bed above him. Leg swinging off the low bed, he didn't want to go home. He'd do anything as long as he doesn't have to make it to meet his brothers so called best friend. He sighs covering his eyes with his forearm.
"Didn't your shift end like four hours ago?" One of his work colleagues asks him making him sigh even more. "Get your ass home and enjoy your weekend." The girl shakes her head, maybe he should head home. They'd probably be asleep by now he assumes so he sluggishly drags his stuff, waves at the girl and heads to where he lived.
Jisung has always been stubborn, never the one to listen to what he's told. Hates having to change his ways for someone else or whatever, so when Chan told him he had to clean his sty of a room because, 'Minho' would be coming to live with them, he had thrown a big ruckus. He shared the house with his older brothers, Chan and Changbin who were fraternal twins. One a bossy Prejudiced overworking one and the other a reserved gentle bad boy but sweetheart composed one. And then Jisung was born four years later, weird, exceptionally brainy and a messy ass.
"Controling ass!" Jisung kicks his car tires, his heart thrashing against his ribs. You see, he couldn't get comfortable in any places whatsoever, he's like.....well a cat maybe who doesn't like moving out of his comfort zone. And the thought of having a stranger walk around in his comfort is annoying. He checks his phone and is thrown off the fence seeing a Gazillion missed calls from Chan. "Here we go!" He scoffs driving off into he afternoon as slowly as his fancy expensive car can lick the roads of Seoul.
"I said the room in the living room damn it! Not the one on the farthest corner of the house!" Chan's voice has Jisung staring back at him with the same eyes they shared, but Jisung's were more round and fuller.
"Then maybe you should have cleaned it your fucking self?! It's your best friend not mine okay!" Jisung shouts back, fueling the older brothers already sparkling and spitting anger.
"Can you guys keep it down? He's literally in the kitchen?" Changbin holds Chan back from coming at Jisung, that excites the younger rebellious brat.
"Great! Let him get hurt and see himself out then! Why is an adult coming into our house anyways?!" That was it, Chan grabs Jisung by the collar ready to punch the living day lights off of his baby brother.
"Behave Han Jisung!" Chan shouts, if there was someone who wasn't afraid of Chan it was Jisung. He pushes the older out of his way with clenched jaws.
"That's your problem to deal with. Not mine okay? If he or you cannot tolerate me then get out!" Jisung says with a shrug he takes a step towards his angry older brother, flips a cigarette between his lips and lights it. "I don't care about your stupid little friend. Got it? If he can't deal with me there's the door he can leave." The younger ruffles his nest of curls, smirking at Chan knowing well Changbin won't let anything happen to him.
"Chan?" A soft voice calls and Jisung's body stiffens turning to the direction of the kitchen it sounded from.
"If he leaves you'll pay for the consequences Jisung." Chan growls at him but all the dark haired boy could see were the shadow that kept coming closer very slow.....
And......
Minho comes into view, with gentle feline eyes, chocolate brown irises, blonde long hair with glasses perched upon a sharp nose. A tiny mole sat on the left of it, Plump upper lip and thin lower lip. Skin the shade of crushed rose petals, a godly shape for a body.
"I'm sorry you have been forced to do so many things because I'm coming over." He looks down with a sad smile, "I'll make sure I don't stay too long to get in your way." Jisung's heart stops, his vision turns tunnel and all he could see was Minho. The Minho he's been hating on from a month ago and his eyes fall lower, to the boys neck and torso, his waist and.......Minho blushes a deep red when he realises Jisung has been staring at him like he was astonished.
"You......you can't walk?" Jisung stammers pointing at the leg brace Minho had on his right leg. Minho seem to be balancing his weight on a crutch too. "He's.....Wait...." He friend looking up at those sad eyes.
"I have a malformed leg I'm sorry." Minho looks away embarrassed but all Jisung does is closes his mouth, can he possibly tell that his heart is going fucking crazy?!
"Sorry? For what? For being extremely pretty?" Jisung mumbles to himself, his mind not taking the disability as something to be pitied about. People were more than just their insecurities and disabilities. "You can still go upstairs." He speaks with his cigarette between his lips and rushes up stairs.
Jisung slides down his room door, holding his heart, trying to regulate his breathing. Minho was.......magical, how does anyone even explain such beauty? He inaudibly screams tugging his hair and kicking his feet, he had not once had his heart leap out of his mouth for a man........
"Don't worry, Sung would come around. He's obnoxious but he's a cutie." Changbin assures Minho when he helps him up to he room, helping with the cats and bags.
"He's cute." Minho smiles with a shy nod, Changbin laughs loudly at that, agreeing to it in an instant. "He's probably the first person who didn't immediately pity me for being...... different." He sits on the edge of the bed.
"He's a surgeon. Has four months before he gets his license and then he's going to be a Neurosurgeon." Changbin proudly states, "A big brain kid, so the room in the living room is actually his study he likes working with the garden closer to his windows. Unlike me." A cheerful laughter spreads making Minho smile.
"That's attractive. Thank you Binnie." Minho squeezes the buff man's arm with a soft smile.
"It is. And don't worry Min I'm happy to help. Good night." Changbin grins.
Mornings would never be the same, Jisung comes to a table with three unlike before it being two. Chan pins him with a look but Jisung flips him off, settling down with a groan. He knew Minho was sitting before him but he couldn't look him in the eye. Not ready for that, not would he probably be.
"Didn't your shift start like three hours ago?" Chan asks curtly.
"I took a few extra hours trying to avoid meeting this Doll." He points at Minho, "So they cut those hours off my morning shift." Jisung gives Chan a offensive smile and digs into his breakfast.
"He's not a doll Jisung. Why can't you be nice for once?" Chan snaps, Jisung laughs.
"What is he then? Annabelle? Oh shut up." Jisung frowns, he just wished Chan would just shut up and not try to tell him what to do every fucking time. He swallows as much as he can and he's back up to his room to dress and wear his scrubs before he's down in lightening speed, wearing his ID card, grabbing his stuff in a rush.
"I'm so sorry Minho for my brother's behaviour." Minho hears Chan apologise but his eyes were on Jisung looking for his car keys.
"It's okay." He smiles, always forever smiling, Minho watches Jisung leave. The boy waves at his brothers but he doesn't at Minho. Because he's a stranger even though Chan has known the boy for longer than ever.
"He's hot?!" Hyunjin squeals, They're on their break and Jisung fills his best friends in with the invited guest in his opinion. Jisung reluctantly nods with a throbbing eye. "I mean Chan's fucking hot so I'm not surprised that he has hot best friends." The tall boy shrugs, he bites into his burger with a crying face which makes Jisung wonder if he likes the food he eats or hates it.
"He's.....He's umm different. Has a malformed right leg." Jisung whispers between avoiding his pretty friends eyes. He knows for sure that Hyunjin doesn't judge but a part of him was afraid he might.
" That shouldn't be an issue right? I mean whether pretty or not, or with a disability or not. You fall for people that are meant to be yours!" Hyunjin squeals with a silly wiggle to his body, making Jisung smile.
"I'm not falling for him oh shut up!" Jisung doesn't tell Hyunjin that his heart rate had been so fast ever since he met those pretty eyes, he doesn't tell his best friend that he feels weak and faint by just thinking of Minho. Because that's ridiculous right? To feel? Jisung wasn't used to it and......he had been straight his whole life who could a man make his insides flutter in just a blink of an eye?
His routine goes on, he checks patients and rights down notes, studies on his free time and studies some more when he has time to squeeze by. But when it was time to head home, his heart does a flip and his stomach burns with some feeling of fear and excitement and......he's doesn't quite get it because he would be there. Looking like a beautiful little Doll.
"Hey Sana! Do you want me to take your shift?" Jisung asks the brunette about to pass out and she's ever so grateful so he ends up working past 12:47am before he heads home to a sleeping house.
Or so he thought.
Pushing past the first door he pads through his hallways, only to find the kitchen light still up and shimmering through the walls. Minho limps around making himself a cup of tea, IN JISUNGS ADORABLE BUNNY CUPPIE how dare he now?!
"Oh why thank you. How generous of you Darling." Jisung snatches the cup from Minho's small stubby hands. Making the older goes confused and cross eyed like a lost cat. Jisung doesn't notice him blossom a pretty pink when he spots the younger drink from where he just took a sip from.
"But I made only one cup." Minho says softly a cute pout forming.
"It's my mug you big silly. And I don't like sharing my stuff." Jisung frowns as he leaves for his room with a huff. Sighing Minho puts everything back into the cupboard and leaves because he didn't want to go through the hassle of making another. Walking around was already too much to handle.
Later that night when Minho comes out of the shower, he finds the bunny mug next to his bed with steaming hot coffee and a bar of chocolate next to it. He limps himself closer to the bed and sits blushing at the sweet gesture left behind by the youngster. Jisung doesn't know or perhaps doesn't quite understand all of this, it wasn't even 48hrs since Minho walked into his life and here he was loosing sleep over something so little. He had never once shared his BUNNY CUPPIE with anyone. Not even Felix or Hyunjin but he had left his cup there in Minho's room, gone through the hassle of making a coffee for the stranger.
"Jisung is such an asshole sometimes." Chan groans from his desk making Changbin his twin lift and eyebrow at the sudden outburst.
"And why is that?" Changbin questions halting his exercises.
"Why can't he be nice to Minho? I didn't raise him that way. Like.......Do you think he'd see him differently because of his disability?" Chan worries but little did he knows that his baby brother had actually lost his big big big heart to a limping boy the very first day they locked eyes.
"Uhh I don't think so. Sungie isn't like that Chan. We know our brother don't we?" Comments the other with a gentle smile. "He just needs time and he'd give in.
Minho is too lovely not to love." Chan nods with a smile.