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( Rock-paper-scissors fanfiction ) A must-win situation.
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"The gift has been received, thank you, Brother!"
Kim Seungmin struggled for a long time, deleting and revising in the input box. Finally, he found a wording that was decent enough. After hitting the send button, he glanced at the top of the chat window where it said "Brother Minghao," then locked his phone and turned it face down on the table. His heart began to beat restlessly, unsure if it was nervousness or anticipation for more.
Today is Kim Seungmin's nineteenth birthday, and it is also the only birthday he has not spent with Lee Minghao since he was eight years old.
Lee Minghao went out with the school dance team for a competition half a month ago. Kim Seungmin originally didn't think that he would prepare anything, expecting at most just a birthday blessing, but instead, Lee Minghao sent a gift directly to the school.
"The gift has arrived, remember to go to the express delivery station to pick it up."
"Happy birthday, Xiao Min."
When the message from Lee Minghao arrived, Kim Seungmin was almost ready to give up, feeling that his brother was too busy and had forgotten his birthday. So when he saw the text pop up, he quickly picked up his phone, stood up from his chair, and startled the other roommates.
Kim Seungmin didn't think about anything else; he put on his jacket and ran outside. When he reached the express delivery station, he tapped several times before opening the chat window, his fingers trembling with excitement.
Lee Minghao didn't forget his birthday and even sent him a gift!
Kim Seungmin's spirits, which had been low all day, were lifted by these two messages. After waiting all day for news, he couldn't help but check his messages after each class. Even when he went out with his roommate to celebrate his birthday, he felt lackluster. The disappointment of seeing no activity in the chat with "Brother Minghao" vanished completely as hope returned.
The birthday gift that Lee Minghao gave him was the sweatshirt that Kim Seungmin had mentioned to him before.
At that time, when Kim Seungmin said it looked nice, Lee Minghao leaned in to take a look, casually remarked that it was okay, and then withdrew his gaze.
At that time, I didn't think much of it, and later I even forgot about it. I didn't expect that Lee Minghao had remembered it.
Kim Seungmin held the hoodie close to his chest, his heart racing uncontrollably, his gaze fixed on the message in the chat box that read, "Happy Birthday, Xiao Min."
Lee Minghao seemed indifferent, but his meticulous attention to detail was like weaving a gentle net, slowly wrapping around Kim Seungmin.
Kim Seungmin leaned against the table, puffing out his cheeks in slight regret for missing the annual opportunity to hear Lee Minghao call him "Xiao Min."
When they were young, Lee Minghao always liked to call Kim Seungmin "Xiao Min," a name that was unique to Lee Minghao and different from what his parents and others called him. So whenever Kim Seungmin heard the name "Xiao Min," he would see Lee Minghao smiling with his eyes squinted and waving at him.
It was probably in middle school, perhaps due to puberty or some reason unknown to Kim Seungmin, that Lee Minghao stopped calling him "Xiao Min" and began to call him "Seungmin" like everyone else.
Kim Seungmin initially felt very lost, as if he had lost his uniqueness with Lee Minghao. However, he later wondered if he was overreacting, considering that Lee Minghao had also mentioned that once they grew up, they could no longer call out like they did when they were younger.
Yes, they had all grown up, and calling out like that would lead to misunderstandings. As Kim Seungmin pondered this, he managed to comfort himself.
I wonder when Lee Minghao will be back.
Kim Seungmin glanced at the motionless phone beside him and buried his head halfway in the crook of his arm. Lee Minghao must still be busy; he would ask later.
The surrounding noise suddenly stopped as Kim Seungmin looked up; the homeroom teacher had arrived.
By the second year of college, there were no more late-night study sessions. The classmates rarely met outside of class, spending their days moving between the classroom, dormitory, and cafeteria with their roommates, and they seldom saw the homeroom teacher.
The sudden announcement of night self-study caught the entire class off guard. In the class group chat without any teachers present, some complained while others lamented, all expressing their disdain for this self-study system that first-year students deeply detested.
Kim Seungmin didn’t mind much; after all, the dormitory and the teaching building were not far apart, and there were no plans for the evening. The homeroom teacher had come personally, so there must be something important to discuss.
The homeroom teacher greeted everyone as usual and inquired about their recent study situation. Then, the teacher encouraged the students to work hard in the new semester and cleared their throat before calling out, "New classmate, come in!"
Upon hearing this, the previously quiet classroom suddenly became restless. Some students near the window instinctively pulled aside the curtains to look outside, and the voices of discussion in the class grew louder.
Kim Seungmin's roommates also began to feel curious about the new transfer student, whispering among themselves.
Kim Seungmin just watched them talk, his mind still on Lee Minghao, showing little interest in the transfer student.
It wasn't until the transfer student began to introduce himself under the guidance of the homeroom teacher that Kim Seungmin lifted his head, suddenly taken aback by the familiar smile and gaze.
"Hello everyone, my name is Han Zhicheng. Please take care of me in the future."
Han Zhicheng is wearing a beige windbreaker, with gold-rimmed glasses, and has dyed his hair back to black. There's a slight smile on his lips, and he exudes a calm and gentle demeanor.
Han Zhicheng seemed to be introducing himself to the whole class, but his gaze was fixed solely on the last row where Kim Seungmin sat, seemingly unresponsive.
After a brief self-introduction, the homeroom teacher mentioned a few words about taking care of the new classmate and getting along harmoniously before allowing Han Zhicheng to find a seat for himself.
"May I sit here?"
Han Zhicheng walked confidently towards his target, stopping in front of Kim Seungmin. He pointed to the seat in front of him and leaned down with a smile, asking.
Kim Seungmin had not yet recovered from the shock when Han Zhicheng stood in front of him. As their eyes met, those long-buried memories awakened in his mind.
Han Zhicheng quietly waited for Kim Seungmin's response, and the attention of the entire class was focused on them.
Until his roommate nudged Kim Seungmin's hand, he snapped back to reality and nodded.
"Sure..."
"Thank you."
Han Zhicheng's smile grew wider as he sat down next to Kim Seungmin, his gaze remaining fixed on the person in front of him.
"Long time no see, Seungmin, happy birthday."
Han Zhicheng deliberately sat next to Kim Seungmin, the warm breath brushing against Kim Seungmin's ear, filled with a burning warmth and ambiguity.
Kim Seungmin's face involuntarily turned red. Upon hearing Han Zhicheng's words, his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't even notice the sound of his phone vibrating. After calming himself down, he met the other person's gentle gaze.
"Thank you, it's been a while."
Kim Seungmin's roommate was already surprised by their interaction, and other classmates were also paying attention to the situation to varying degrees. Seeing how familiar the two were with each other inevitably sparked curiosity, leading them to whisper among themselves.
"Does Kim Seungmin actually know him?"
"Who knows..."
"What about Lee Minghao?"
...
Kim Seungmin felt like his mind was about to stop functioning. Everything that had happened today was completely beyond his expectations, and he didn't pay attention to the discussions of his classmates.
However, Han Zhicheng noticed a somewhat familiar name and narrowed his eyes.
It turns out that Lee Minghao is also at this school.
After the homeroom teacher finished discussing class matters, night self-study came to an end. As the students began to leave the classroom, Kim Seungmin's roommate stood up and noticed that Kim Seungmin remained unmoved, sitting together with the new transfer student. Despite having countless questions in his mind, he could only leave for now.
Kim Seungmin never expected that on his nineteenth birthday, Lee Minghao would not be by his side, but Han Zhicheng would be there instead.
Han Zhicheng was very patient. When Kim Seungmin remained silent, he propped his chin on his hand and gazed at the side of Kim Seungmin's face. Even just looking at Kim Seungmin like this brought him a long-lost sense of happiness.
The feelings across the ocean were rekindled in a silent yet inexplicably ambiguous atmosphere.
When Kim Seungmin turned to look at Han Zhicheng, he recalled the long summer days of their summer camp, sitting together in the corner of the classroom. He remembered how he had pulled his hand into Han Zhicheng's palm, and when he turned to face him, he smiled, just like now.
"Let's go..."
Kim Seungmin almost lost himself in Han Zhicheng's smile, nearly unable to tell where he was at that moment. It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of the electronic clock on the classroom wall that he realized it was getting late, and he spoke softly.
"Okay."
Han Zhicheng replied and stood up with Kim Seungmin. As the other began to walk, he took hold of his hand.
Kim Seungmin paused for a moment but said nothing. He took Han Zhicheng's hand and turned off the classroom lights before leaving together.
Han Zhicheng felt a surge of joy at Kim Seungmin's initiative and obediently followed him out.
The evening breeze gently brushed by, creating ripples on the surface of the lake that shimmered under the streetlights.
Kim Seungmin and Han Zhicheng sat on a bench by the school heart lake, their palms still clasped together. The warmth of their touch left Kim Seungmin feeling somewhat flustered. He wanted to pull away, but Han Zhicheng held on tighter. Meeting Han Zhicheng's still gentle gaze, he awkwardly looked away.
"Why did you come to our school to study?"
To prevent an awkward silence from spreading, Kim Seungmin cleared his throat and started a conversation.
"I couldn't make it in Italy, so I came back."
Han Zhicheng stared at Kim Seungmin, who dared not meet his gaze. In truth, he had returned for him, but he feigned a lighthearted tone and made a joke.
Kim Seungmin was amused, and under the glow of the streetlight, Han Zhicheng felt a warmth in his heart and began to laugh as well.
Han Zhicheng's words were definitely a joke; Kim Seungmin knew about Han Zhicheng's abilities. Although they had only known each other for a little over three months, Kim Seungmin sensed that Han Zhicheng had a talent for music. During the summer camp, he would often share the songs he had written with Kim Seungmin.
At that time, Han Zhicheng's hair was still a light brown color, and he always liked to have a lollipop in his mouth while doodling on paper, engaging in music creation. With his youthful energy and natural talent, he attracted the attention of those who had seen him, yet he remained completely indifferent.
In the dark corner of the activity room, Han Zhicheng finished playing his new composition and placed a gentle kiss on Kim Seungmin's forehead. The sound was soft yet resonant, leaving Kim Seungmin feeling a bit dizzy.
"I only care about you, and I only like you."
The ambiguity in the activity room on the other side of the ocean seemed to have reached the lakeside of the school at this moment, falling on the hands of the young people holding each other.
What Kim Seungmin didn't know was that Han Zhicheng had waited too long for this day. After their hurried farewell in Italy, he began preparing to return home, not wanting the boy who had entered his heart to leave his world.
Han Zhicheng knew that applying to the school where Kim Seungmin was studying would be difficult, so he spent a year preparing for the entrance exam. Before leaving Italy, he went to the summer camp activity room and played the song he had written for Kim Seungmin a year ago. Remembering Kim Seungmin by his side at that time, the gentle kiss he had placed on his forehead seemed to linger, marking the beginning of their relationship.
Kim Seungmin lay on the bed, looking at the bracelet that Han Zhicheng had put on his wrist half an hour ago while embracing him.
The words that Han Zhicheng whispered in Kim Seungmin's ear before entering the opposite dorm still seemed to linger against Kim Seungmin's earlobe.
"Happy 19th birthday, the birthday gift is this..."
"And me."
Until the sound of the phone vibrating rang out, Kim Seungmin lowered his hands from his face and, upon seeing the contact on the screen, sat up straight.
Lee Minghao had sent two messages, which were folded up on the screen.
Kim Seungmin quickly clicked on the message on the screen, accidentally tapping on another notification, and hurriedly exited, feeling more flustered than ever before.
The content of the text was simple; it was a message from Night Self-Study, and only ten minutes had passed since Kim Seungmin replied to him.
"Just like it."
There was another message from earlier. Kim Seungmin stared at the content of the text in disbelief, his eyes widening. He was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the time; there were twenty minutes left until the end of his nineteenth birthday.
Is this also a birthday present...
"Good night"
It was truly unprecedented for Lee Minghao to say goodnight to Kim Seungmin.
Kim Seungmin held his phone up to his eyes, staring at the message for a long time. He scrolled up and down several times to confirm that the sender was indeed Lee Minghao. It wasn't until Han Zhicheng's "goodnight" popped up that he snapped back to reality, turning off his phone. The small charm on his bracelet brushed against his wrist, feeling cool against his skin.
Kim Seungmin's nineteenth birthday was unexpected, seemingly signaling that the start of his nineteenth year would be anything but ordinary.
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