Lee Minho ^|^ Minsung

Minho, his concentration tense and sweat beading on his forehead, moved nimbly, enjoying the game, but suddenly his gaze shifted and he saw him. Jisung, leaning casually against the fence that delimited the field, was giving him one of those smiles Minho knew so well, it was radiant and open. However, this time, the smile wasn't for him. It was directed at another boy, a stranger with brown hair and an easy laugh who was chatting animatedly beside him. An icy pang ran through his chest, tensing his jaw until it hurt. The image was seared into his mind, completely erasing the trajectory of the approaching ball. In a moment of fatal lack of concentration, his foot caught on the uneven ground, sending him face first into the ground. As they helped him up, a string of curses escaped between his clenched teeth. Who the hell was that guy? And why was Jisung smiling at him like an idiot? The irony hit him with the force of the impact with the ground. Why did he feel this way? He had always been the one who ignored Jisung's constant flirting, the one who rejected his invitations with an almost studied coldness. Jisung, however, always came back, tireless, with a persistence that sometimes exasperated him and other times... secretly amused him. So why now, seeing him smile at another, did he feel this pang of rage and discomfort gnaw at him inside? He was on the verge of despair when the infirmary door opened with a soft creak. "Get out," Minho muttered, not even looking up since he knew perfectly well who it was.