Fics like play ball

“Why are you nice to me?” Minho looks almost shocked, looking at Jisung’s wide eyes. From where the older sits on the ground, shoulders hunched over, he looks tired, human. “I mean our teams fucking hate each other, and yet everyday, you stand up for me,” the squirrelly boy laughs, “in your annoyingly unreadable way.” Minho waits for him to finish, “I just can’t seem to get into your head, and you know I thought I would figure it out like I figured out Changbin and Hyunjin, but...” Jisung pauses running a hand through the pond in front of him, “I don’t know.” Minho takes a breathe, smiling to himself, “I guess I just don’t see the point in hating someone like you.” Jisung furrows him eyebrows, almost frustrated by the simplicity of his answer. Minho smiles at the younger’s puffed cheeks and furrowed brow, “I don’t know, you’re kind, and you’re funny. You’re always trying to make new friends, you’re admirable,” He looks up from his hands placed in his crisscrossed legs, “You’re real,” he lifts a hand to move hair from Jisung’s forehead, resting it on his cheek, “I find that beautiful,” he lets out a ghost of a laugh, “You’re beautiful.” where jisung and minho meet playing baseball.

Fics like play ball

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