Minho!/! minsung

minho and jisung are in high school and don't get along, but their mothers are, you could say, best friends. it's dark outside, the streets are lit only by the occasional streetlight. jisung and minho's mothers are sitting in the kitchen, animatedly chatting about something, jisung is sitting next to them, but isn't participating in the conversation - he's not interested in new handbags and the latest gossip. jisung, go to minho's room, what are you doing here warming your ears? minho's mom asked. the guy didn't answer, because he didn't know what to answer, but he went into the room. a table lamp was on in the room, illuminating a small part of the space, minho himself was lying on his double bed and scrolling through his news feed, when jisung entered the room and said that he was told to come here. you can sleep in the guest room, but not with me. minho said right away. jisung muttered something under his breath, but didn't leave, which irritated minho. an hour passed in silence, the parents apparently forgot about them and went their separate ways, and jisung was still at minho's, apparently for the night. after all, there's no point in wandering around the city at night.