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Assistant: Title: Hold My Youth
        Author: forgottenyozakura forgottenyozakura 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: 
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  “Hyung, slow down a little bit, will you?”

  “This is the second time I’ve almost been late because of you, catch up!”

  Minho groans with a heavily exaggerated eye roll and puts his head down as he chases Chan, evidently ramming into someone with a loud and startled yelp from both parties. Minho manages to catch his fall at the last second, his backpack however, not so much. It seems the man he ran into ends up in the same circumstance as Minho’s backpack.

  “Oh my god, I am so sorry! Are you okay?” says Minho, picking the stranger's backpack and supplies up off the school floor, raising the backpack now refilled with supplies for him to take. He raises his head up, actually seeing the man he ran into. They make eye contact for a moment, just staring at each other; and Minho is immediately captivated. The man in front of him is staring at him with big and round doe-like eyes. His hair falls in front of his eyes a little bit, slightly tousled. Likely due to the way they bumped into each other. He almost gets lost in the man's eyes.

  Then suddenly, almost making Minho flinch, the man scrambles to take the backpack from Minho’s hands and speed walks away.

  Minho grabs his own things, collects his backpack and gets up to watch him leave. He couldn't help but stare at him, but he doesn't get to stare for long though, because within seconds there was a hand pulling at his ear, tugging him towards a classroom. “Ack! Hyung, hyung, hyung, that hurts!” He grabs at Chan’s wrist as he is dragged along, trying to escape the mean pinch of his fingers. “Let’s go!” Chan exclaims, ignoring the whines and groans of protest from Minho.

  The moment they arrive at their first class of the day and Chan lets go of his ear, he rubs it vigorously. “That 
  
    hurt
  
  , Channie-Hyung.” Minho sits at his desk, only half listening to whatever the class was being taught today. He’s too lost in thought about the guy he ran into in the hallway.

  “Minho? Minho, are you paying attention?” His professor asks, snapping Minho out of his thoughts. He looks up at her, eyes wide. “Uhh…yes?” He answers, uncertainty laced in his voice. Not even he believed himself. Obviously.

  “Uh-huh. This information is important. Pay attention.” She turns her attention back to the board, continuing her lesson.

  “Yes ma’am.” Minho responds, though he knows he’s definitely not going to pay attention – and he doesn't. He chews on the tip of his pen every few seconds while he stares out of the window by his desk for the whole thirty minutes of class. Minho winds up lost within his mind, asking questions of 
  
    ‘Who is he?’ ‘What’s his name?’ ‘Where did he come from?’ ‘Why haven’t I seen him around before?’
  
   All easily answered questions he's sure. He knows he doesn't have any answers to the questions he's asking himself, but surely someone else does, right?

  Minho sighs and removes the tip of his pen from his teeth. His eyelids grow heavy while he watches the water from the ocean just outside of his campus move ever so slowly. Minho loves watching the water sparkle once the sun shines with all its might. All good things must really come to an end however, because before his nervous system even has a chance to wake his brain back up from his very deep train of thoughts; he’s being pulled by the arm to lunch with his friends by none other than Chan. It seems his mind inquiries will have to wait.
 
  ~~~~~
 
  Minho and Chan stop at a local convenience store, grabbing some food that Minho made Chan pay for while he goes across the street to the cafe for an iced americano. From the corner of Minho’s eye as he waits for his drink, he spots another friend of his and waves his hand. “Hyunjin-ah!” Hyunjin glances up from his phone and smiles, waving at Minho as he makes his way towards him. “How are you?” Minho greets in English.

  “I’m good, thank you, and you?”

  Minho chuckles at Hyunjin’s response. ‘Basic English Greetings 101’ every time they meet. It’s basically become their own little thing. He picks up his drink when his name is called, raising his index finger at Hyunjin, asking him to wait for a second. Ignoring the way Hyunjin scoffs and tries to slap his finger away. “Thank you.” He bows to the woman handing him his drink. Minho then turns back to Hyunjin, putting his finger down. “I’m doing well.”

  “Nice, nice, is it just you today?”

  “Hm? Oh, no, Chan hyung is across the street grabbing food.”

  Hyunjin hums. “Did Yennie tell you?”

  Minho laughs despite his best efforts of trying to seem disgusted. “Don’t call him Yennie.”

  Hyunjin and Jeongin started dating about a year ago, though they act like they’ve been married for eight. In all honesty, it’s really cute – and that's coming from 
  
    Minho
  
  . Hyunjin is so very obvious about how fond he is of Jeongin. Jeongin will sometimes act as if he’s being tortured by Hyunjin’s love. Everyone knows that's simply not true, though. The two share similar humor, – to all of their friends' displeasure on many occasions. Considering, every once in a while, they like to embarrass the entire group, no matter the cost. 

  Minho never fails to notice how they’re always willing to try new things simply because their other half loved it. It's fun watching one of them struggle to do or eat something, yet push through anyway just so they don't risk disappointing the other. Chan refers to them as birds of a feather; Minho couldn't agree more.

  Minho shakes his head and lifts it back up, looking at Hyunjin. “Anyway, I haven’t spoken to Jeongin about anything recently. Why, what’s up?”

  Hyunjin hums, putting his hands in his pockets. He rocks back and forth on his heels as he explains the situation, tone suggesting his interest in the matter. “He ran into Chan and Changbin the other day during lunch. Binnie said he had seen a guy sitting by himself. Yennie said he was going to ask you if you may know him because he apparently dresses like the kind of guy you’d know. Also because you basically know everyone.”

  Minho rolls his eyes and pokes Hyunjin’s forehead twice. “First, I don’t know everyone. Second, really? What’d he look like?”

  “Umm, I think Yennie took a picture. Let me see if I can find it.” Hyunjin grabs his phone, throwing it back in front of his face as he searches  through his messages. Minho notices Chan making his way over to the coffee shop in the meanwhile. He almost hopes Chan doesn't notice him talking to Hyunjin. He’s too tired from being dragged around to deal with him. But he can never actually hide from Chan.

  Minho mentally groans when Chan puts a big smile on his face, walking over to himself and Hyunjin. He and Hyunjin bow hello to each other. Tilting his head, Chan asks, “What’re you guys talking about?”

  “Oh, he was telling me about a guy Changbin saw at lunch the other day. He wanted to know if I knew him.” Minho explains as Chan glances down at Hyunjin’s phone, revealing the photo of the man they were talking about. “How come you didn’t say anything to me, Chan hyung?”

  Chan shrugs. “Honestly, I kinda forgot about it.” His whole body practically bounces once a thought enters his head. “Oh, but we saw him this morning I’m pretty sure!”

  Both Hyunjin and Minho pause and look at him. “What?” Chan asks, looking between the two. “You ran into him this morning. You know, the guy you couldn’t stop staring at even when he had already turned the corner and was out of sight?” He teases, elbowing Minho in the waist.

  Minho swats Chan’s hand away, feigning annoyance. “I didn’t stare at him!”

  “But you did.”

  “Shut up.” He mutters, folding his arms across his chest.

  Hyunjin hums. “Well, this is the picture of him anyway, so you can know for sure, I guess.” He handed his phone to Minho, who looked at the photo carefully, not caring to show Chan since he'd already sneaked a peek. “That’s…him.” Minho almost spaces out staring at the photo, just like he did earlier. How could someone be so good looking from so far away?

  “So, you 
  
    do
  
   know him?”

  “No, I just ran into him today, like hyung said.” Minho defends, not looking up from the picture once. He tries to sneakily forward the image to himself, and to his dismay, Hyunjin quickly takes notice of the fingers typing on his screen.

  “Hyung…what are you doing with my phone?”

  “Nothing!” Minho jumps, shaken once again from his concentrated daze.

  “Okay, then can I have my phone back?” Hyunjin reaches out his hand to take the phone, missing Minho’s sharp turn away by just a second. “Hyung!” He groans and sulks.

  “Ya!! Just hold on, I’m doing something!!”

  After about twenty seconds, Hyunjin decides he doesn't want to wait any longer and snatches his phone from Minho after a small struggle and his elder almost biting his hand, like the @ssh@l@ he is and looks down at it. He scoffs out a laugh. “You know, if you wanted the picture, you could’ve just asked. I would have given it to you.”

  Minho’s face flushes red in embarrassment. He wants to disappear. Actually, no, he wants to kill himself. There's no way he just got caught staring AND trying to forward a picture of some random guy to himself via his friends phone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He mutters begrudgingly.

  Chan and Hyunjin exchange a look and laugh, despite Minho’s rather obvious dismay. “Whatever you say Minho, let’s get back to campus. We’ll finish our stuff on the way.” Minho raises his head, confused for a second before practically running out of the coffee shop. It's a miracle he didn't spill any of his drink.

  “Oh sh@t, yeah I forgot we still had to get back!” Minho’s just barely halfway down the sidewalk when Hyunjin and Chan follow him in a hurry.

  “Minho hyung!! Sh@t, slow down!” Hyunjin yells at him. It's no use though, Minho isn't listening; he's too focused on getting back to the campus.

  It takes roughly twenty minutes to arrive back at campus. They were all done with their food by then, only because Hyunjin and Chan managed to catch up to Minho and bring him to a slower pace (They dragged him backwards by his arms). Minho waves goodbye frantically as he runs off to his next class. Receiving a middle finger from Hyunjin and a proper goodbye shout from Chan as he Yanks Hyunjin’s hand down.

  Minho just barely makes it to class, sitting down at his seat and practically throwing all of his belongings down. His desk almost falls over, which snaps him out of his fast paced movements. He would rather not eat sh@t in front of his entire class. He listens and takes notes thoroughly as the professor goes through her lesson. He only pauses when a student enters the classroom late, capturing the attention of everyone in the room.
It's not usual for the students to look up and acknowledge late students. So, he raises his head and of course, the man in the door is none other than the one he ran into today and saw on Hyunjin’s phone thirty minutes ago. He doesn't even realize he's stopped breathing until a classmate nudges him, muttering something about his face getting red and his chest not moving. Minho isn't truly listening. “You must be Jisung, yes?” The professor asks.
  Jisung nods. Jisung? That's a cute name, Minho figures.

  “Alright. Just take a seat anywhere.” The professor turns back to the board to continue her lesson. Minho doesn't bother to go back to taking notes yet.

  Jisung looks around, scanning to find the only seat available – in front of Minho. He snakes his way around his classmates, bowing apologies every time he bumps into either their desks or their bags until he reaches his own desk.

  “Hello,” Minho stutters out, giving a soft smile and wave when Jisung glances at him. Jisung bows his head, greeting Minho back. He doesn't talk very much, does he? Minho takes notes of this in his head. The class listens to the lecture in silence, only the sound of pens clicking and writing filling the room. Until Minho decides to try to converse with Jisung.

  “Jisung,” he whispers – no response.

  “Jisung,” no response.

  “Sungie,”

  Jisung’s shoulders tense at the nickname. So he 
  
    is
  
   listening. Minho takes note of the reaction to the nickname, giving up on trying to gain his attention for the time being.

  Minho waits until the bell rings to try and speak to Jisung. He’s frantically placing everything in his bag, but before Minho has a chance to catch him and talk, Jisung is already out the door and going to either his next class or his dorm – if he has one – for the rest of the day. Minho exhales through his nose and his shoulders slump down in defeat. That's when he realizes his heartbeat. Has it been this fast the whole time? Had his ears been this warm before class started? 

  Minho shakes the feeling off for the time being, moving on to his last two classes of the day.
 
  ~~~~~~~~~
 
  On his way to his dorm after his last class finished, Minho runs into Chan and Felix standing just outside Minho’s dorm specifically for some reason. He has a feeling he'll find out why in a few moments. Similar to Hyunjin and Jeongin, Chan and Felix are dating. Though, the two of them only started dating about two months ago. But, ask anyone in their friend circle; they act like they're married. They're a “match made in heaven,” as Hyunjin calls them.

  Minho approaches the two of them. Felix is taking a photo with Chan, placing half a heart on Chan’s cheek. Chan reciprocated, placing half a heart on Felix’s cheek. It's kind of funny. He looks as if this is the 50th photo they've taken. Honestly, with how much Felix loves to take photos, it probably is. Minho giggles and Felix must have heard it because within half a second, he’s walking up to Minho with his and Chan’s entire arms quite literally wrapped around one another.

  “Minho hyung! Hi! Channie and I are going out with Hyunjin and Jeongin later! Do you wanna come with us? Who knows, you might meet someone and hit it off!” Felix offered with nothing short of a big smile across his face and sparkling eyes.

  Felix has been trying for four months to convince Minho to get out there and find someone to cure the apparent loneliness he’s always complaining about. Minho always argued he never complains about being lonely. His friends all gang up on him to disagree whenever he does. Bunch of traitors, they are. It never really mattered either way. Felix’s efforts ever worked in the end.

  Minho figures he's just not very good at the whole dating thing. As much as he would love to give it a try. Deep down.

  “Thank you, Yongbok. But I think I'll just stay in today. Okay?” Minho smiles softly, trying to keep from upsetting Felix.

  It doesn't work. Felix pouts, his big, shining doe eyes stare right into Minho’s. “Please? Even if you don't find someone tonight, at least tag along to have fun?”

  Minho stares at Felix, the two just making eye contact in silence for an eternity. Who is he kidding? He can't resist Felix’s puppy dog eyes. It's his one weakness. Minho groans and turns his head away from Felix’s pleading eyes. “Fine! I'll go with you guys.”

  Felix smiles big, bouncing on the tips of his toes in excitement. “Yay! Thank you, hyung! Now, go get dressed, I'll let Hyune and Iyen-ah know you're coming!”

  Minho shakes his head and unlocks the door to his dorm, closing the door behind him once he was inside. He tosses his keys to the coffee table on his right with a heavy sigh. He slides down the door a little bit, trying to muster up the courage to go out tonight with a fun attitude, for Felix’s sake. “This is going to be a long night.” He groans, taking a few big and deep breaths.

  Figuring he shouldn’t keep his friends waiting for too long, he pushes himself to get up and walks to his room, going straight to his closet once the light is on. He may not have really wanted to go out, but he didn't want to have Felix and Chan waiting forever. Especially when the rest of their friends now know he's tagging along.

  Grabbing his best attire – consisting of a black tank top, silver necklace and black jeans with a faded look to them – he picked up a black denim jacket, his phone and keys on the way out, locking the door behind him. His two friends smile at him as he exits his dorm.

  “Do you need a ride, Min?” Chan asks, inviting as ever. Minho however, did not really feel like being in the same car as the two of them. So, as polite as possible, he declines the offer.

  “No no, I’m okay. I’ll just drive myself there. Do you have the directions?” He tilts his head, pulling out his phone.

  “Right, here you go.” Chan quickly pulls his phone out, texting away until Minho receives the address with a ping sound coming from his speaker. Right. He should probably put his headphones in once they arrive, Minho figures. For now, he simply puts his phone on silent.

  “Thanks. I'll meet you there.” Minho bows goodbye to the two of them, making his way down to his car. It's not too bad, a nice 2019 Ford Explorer. Minho actually really likes his car. He saved up a 
  
    lot
  
   of money and even sold some of his personal items to buy it. He's never going to get that ₩2,744,060 necklace back. Always making sure to treat his car with care and never let anyone inside. No one has ever been in his car. He doesn't trust anyone with it. If someone has to be in his car though, they are never allowed in the passenger seat. Minho doesn't really know why he has that rule, but he's never broken it.

  His phone's GPS system blares through the car here and there as it tells him where to go. Only p@ss@ng him off a few times when it would give him the wrong direction to turn and he had to figure out how to turn around. Even so, he makes it in time. Arriving just in time as he notices Chan and Felix exiting Chan’s car together.

  Felix notices Minho from afar as well, immediately running up to him. “Come on, let's go inside! I think Hyune and Jeongin are waiting for us already!” He's pulling both Minho and Chan by the wrists before anyone can say a single word.

  The livehouse they enter isn't too packed. It seems to Minho like musicians tend to come and go through the place. Performing whenever they can get the chance to from those who run the livehouse. Minho scans through the small crowd of people, eyes landing on Jeongin sitting at the small bar next to Hyunjin.

  He realizes Felix and Chan haven't spotted them yet, so he takes his turn in dragging them to the bar. Felix immediately lights up when he sees his friends, just as bubbly as ever. “Jinnie!! Iyen-ah!! Hi!”

  Jeongin and Hyunjin bow hello to the three of them. Jeongin takes notice of Felix’s bright and bouncy mood. “Are we sure he needs any drinks tonight?” Felix taps his shoulder, too sweet to actually smack him – not even softly. “Hey! I'm always this bright! You know that.”

  As if on cue, Chan had already ordered a drink for himself and Felix, handing it to his boyfriend as he rubs his arm. “Madam, are these men harassing you?” he jokes, smiling at Felix.

  Felix plays along instantly, as if they do this all the time. “Yes, as a matter of fact! Get them away from me!”

  They all burst into laughter as Chan and Jeongin pretend to start fighting. They did this a lot as part of their father-son dynamic. Since Chan is the oldest and Jeongin is the youngest. It's comedic for Minho to watch them bicker and play-fight.

  Minho feels a tap on his shoulder as Hyunjin signals for him to take the seat next to him, ordering drinks for them. Minho makes sure their drinks are alcohol free, since he has to drive himself home and Hyunjin is the designated driver for Jeongin. “You know,” Hyunjin says, “I was thinking about that guy I showed you earlier today.”

  “Woahh, are you cheating on Jeongin?” Minho feigns accusation, earning him a genuine smack to his arm. Hyunjin immediately regrets his decision as Minho slowly turns his head to face him, expression sharp and threatening. “I'm sorry, hyung! Mercy, please!” Hyunjin bows repeatedly, his hands clasped together in a prayer form.

  “Anyway, what's so interesting about Jisung that you've been thinking about him, Hyunjin-ah?” Minho asks, tilting his head.

  Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at Minho, squinting. “How'd you know his name?”

  “Huh? Oh, he's in one of my classes.” Minho shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. It’s surprisingly bitter for something non-alcoholic, but he figures he'll drink it anyway since Hyunjin was kind enough to buy it for him.

  “And you 
  
    just now
  
   noticed this?”

  “You say that like he's been here the whole time! He literally just showed up today. I’ve literally never seen him before.” Minho defends, and Hyunjin just rolls his eyes.

  “Whatever you say, hyung. Anyway, since he's in your class now, what was he like?”

  “Honestly? He seems really shy. I don't think I've heard him speak even once in both of our encounters. He speaks through his movements instead of his words. It's weird, but interesting.” Minho blinks as he remembers his class with Jisung. “I tried to get his attention in class, but he didn't seem to care.”

  Hyunjin snorts. “Well, yeah. You're in class, I'd ignore you too.”

  “You'd ignore me either way.”

  “Touché.”

  “
  
    But
  
  , in the midst of me trying to get his attention, I called him a nickname, and he like..froze for a second. Like he didn't expect it.”

  “...Hyung, is your brain on?” Hyunjin dodges a hand swatting down at him from Minho. “I'm just saying! I'd pause for a second too if a random stranger I saw once called me a nickname as if we're close!”

  Minho shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. Still bitter, he reminds himself. “Whatever, answer the question! What's got you wondering about him?”

  “Oh! Right!” Hyunjin snaps as he remembers the original subject. “Well, I was looking at him and – I don't know, he seems like…familiar to me for some reason. No clue why. Can't say I recognize him, but he looks familiar.”

  Minho hums. “No clue.”

  The group stays at the livehouse for a good two hours. They watch people dance, occasionally join the dancing, Minho, Hyunjin and Chan watch as Felix and Jeongin dance in both an amazing and terrible way at the same time. The three of them figure it's because the two are absolutely wasted.

  Eventually, though, Chan and Hyunjin gather up their boyfriends and Minho collects his phone and car keys. On their way out, Minho pauses by the doors, seeing a flyer on the window. He takes a moment to read the bright green paper with black lettering, the faint print of a guitar in the background.
 
  15 OCT.

  LIVE AT THE UNDERGROUND LIVEHOUSE

  ON 13TH STREET, SEOUL, KOREA

  DOORS OPEN AT 8:00PM
 
  Minho doesn't know why he does so when he folds the paper into a small square and places it in his pocket for later. He walks out to his car with his hands in his pockets, getting in and driving back to his dorm. He'll put that date in his calendar later; right now, he just wants to go to sleep.

  The moment Minho arrives in his dorm room; he’s kicking his shoes off and throwing his keys across the room onto the kitchen island. He rubs his eyes and makes his way to his bedroom, not even caring to undress, though he knows he should. He flops face first onto his bed, and within seconds he passes out, snoring lightly. Tonight's Minho is tomorrow Minho’s problem.'
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