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Minho was off.
And it had been five days. Five days in which he didn't do anything, but think about that stupid freaking squirrel (Changbin said he looked like one) who had puked all over his room. The hideous smell still infested his nightmares. He shouldn't have let that idiot drink. Pure panic followed the whole vomit thing. Minho cleaned up his room like never before. He helped Jisung clean himself, he really felt like an old nanny taking care of a kindergarten baby, then he made sure he was okay, that he was still alive, breathing and healthy. He didn't want his father's colleague to kill him and he didn't want his father to judge him. Jisung stayed quiet during the whole cleaning process, he was basically sleeping and not that conscious of his actions, neither he was aware of the situation. Minho was finally glad when, after a couple of hours, Jisung's parents were there to take him home. Minho lied saying he was sleeping because he was tired, he had excluded the your son is sleeping so tight because he drank my entire fridge part. Minho's father was a bit sceptical, but he wasn't a threat. And also, Minho had to exclude the your son told me he wants to have sex with a girl he doesn't like and he said he thought about me as a sexual partner thing. That was pretty crazy and Minho was already done with it. Obviously, jokes on him, Jisung had forgotten his jacket, so every day Minho stared for a bunch of minutes at that damn piece of clothing thinking about how to contact him and give it back to him. But Minho, for the first time maybe, didn't want to talk to Jisung.
He felt awkward.
Awkward about the fact that he had thought about him in those terms, about how Jisung had opened up like that, they weren't even friends, not that he didn't appreciate that, but it made Minho feel anxious. He didn't have a clue about what to say to him. Minho had informed his friends obviously. They had bombarded him with texts asking how the dinner went. When they saw each other a few days later, he told them everything. Chan and Woojin had the strongest reactions, they really thought Minho's situation belonged to some drama, Changbin was carefully listening without giving Minho a single impression. Then they all agreed he had to give the jacket back to Jisung and, at least, face him in order to end that weird and confused dynamic they were living in.
"Anyway what he said is not that straight." Changbin had commented on Jisung's statement. "Straight boys don't think about fucking with dudes." He had said.
Minho wanted to explode.
He had finally obtained what he wanted. Kind of. A semi confession. Jisung did admit he was good-looking, he kind of admitted he hadn't heterosexual thoughts only. That was it. Case closed. Now Minho could move on with his life. He had taken his revenge on that rejection. Then why was he so nervous about him? Maybe he liked him. Maybe his friends were right and Minho liked Jisung. Or he just wanted to sleep with him. He didn't know that, it felt wrong either way. And then there was the girl. Minho's chest started burning every time he thought about the possibility of Jisung having such an important first sexual experience with a girl he didn't even like. Was he jealous? Oh no, that couldn't happen at all. He didn't like Jisung. He couldn't like Jisung. He was a kid. Then why his face always came up to his mind? Minho sweared he could see him when he closed his eyes. He was haunting him.
Having Jisung in his mind, constantly, was exhausting. Walking to the university to finally attend classes, his thoughts went all there. Those words the kid had said, drunk and probably out of his mind. He thought he was crazy when he saw, from a distance, a blonde guy, too small to be a college student, too lost to be someone who knew what he was doing. Minho questioned his sanity when his brain told him that guy was Felix, Jisung's friend. Was he imagining him?
So he speeded up a bit, in order to reach the younger boy who seemed to walk to his same university, even if Minho knew for sure he was still in high school. Minho put an arm on Felix's shoulder and he jumped, surprised. "Felix? What are you doing here?" Minho asked when the guy turned around and he could confirm it was Felix indeed.
Felix didn't reply immediately. He gave Minho a look, as if he couldn't recognise him. Then he raised his eyebrows in surprise when he got who was talking to him.
"Minho!" He said. "Hi! Sorry it's too early in the morning, I'm still sleepy." He excused himself while he was torturing his neck with his fingers, maybe because of embarrassment.
"Don't worry. I can relate." Minho smiled, trying to make Felix feel more comfortable.
"Anyway I'm going to the university for a little tour the school has organised. But I didn't wake up this morning, so I missed the bus and now I'm late, while my classmates are all there already. My teacher is gonna kill me." He whispered, truly worried.
"Your classmates? So Jisung is there too?" Minho asked and he knew he sounded weird when he pronounced Jisung's name, but Felix was too distracted by his own tragedies to notice.
"Exactly. God, I'm gonna die."
"Come with me. I'll bring you there, I mean it's my university." Minho proposed.
"Oh right! You study there!" Felix agreed.
"Let's go then!" Minho gave him another bright smile.
Felix was a cool guy. Minho liked him a lot. He was really cute and that was a fact. He seemed smart and funny, and probably a good friend. Minho believed had a pure soul and a good heart. He was incredibly nice and always polite. Jisung couldn't relate. How could those two be friends? I mean, they were probably both nerds or something, but they were also a strange pair. Walking to the university, Minho wanted to cut that awkward silence which was threatening their walk. So he opened his mouth, to finally say something, but Felix preceded him.
"So you're friend with Changbin hyung, right?" Felix asked, weirdly carefully.
Minho was a little surprised by the abrupt question, but he still answered: "Changbin? Sure. He's the only freshman I know." Minho laughed.
"Does he date someone?" Felix asked and that was probably the less subtle question somebody had ever made, but Minho pretended he didn't get that he was asking that because of his huge crush on Changbin.
"Him? No, of course not. He doesn't like dating." Minho said in all honesty.
Felix seemed kind of relieved. "So no one? That's cool." He affirmed in such an innocent tone, Minho thought that was extremely adorable.
"Why are you asking anyway?" Minho said.
"M-me? I was just curious, 'cause... I mean, he says he's always busy and he doesn't show up anymore at our kind of rap group, so I thought he had someone to spend his time with." Felix mumbled. His cheeks went all red and he tried to cover them with his scarf.
Minho hid a smile, he didn't want to embarrass him any further, but he had to ask: "Felix, do you have a crush on him?"
Felix panicked as expected and his incredibly deep voice sounded too high pitched when he replied: "On Changbin hyung? What? No? Why should I?" He didn't even dare to look at Minho and he couldn't let his eyes move away from the ground.
"I don't know, it seems like you like him." Minho said as if Jisung hadn't told him everything about it.
"No, I don't like him that way... I guess?" Felix said doubtful.
"Be careful anyway." Minho said.
"What do you mean?"
"Changbin is not mean, but he's dumb. Just... I don't want you to be hurt 'cause he's a dumb bitch." Minho told Felix.
He loved his friend. He was one of his dearest friends, maybe his best friend, he loved him more than his life and he would have taken a bullet for him, but he wasn't the perfect guy. He wasn't the ideal type to crush on. He was blind, most of the time he didn't even understand people had feelings for him and, most of the time, he didn't even get those feelings. He was even worse than Minho. If Minho was the one who made immediately clear that he wasn't a string attached person, Changbin wasn't that obvious. Minho had lost the count of how many people had genuinely believed Changbin was looking for some more. He didn't do that because he wanted to hurt people, he was just like that, and as much as he loved him, he didn't want Felix to fall into his trap. This guy was too pure and naive to be involved in Changbin's craps.
Felix's face got even redder at Minho's words. Minho saw him blinking a few times as if he was looking for something smart to say to get out of that situation.
"Thanks Minho." He said in the end, adding a "But I don't like Changbin hyung, so don't worry" a few moments later.
Minho patted his head and Felix looked like a sad little cat. Weird juxtaposition.
"Felix?" Someone screamed when Minho and Felix reached the gates of the university. "Felix oh my God you're here!" They both saw a figure running and screaming, which kept moving close to them. It was when Minho realised it was Jisung that his tongue tied and he felt like his body was being drained, out of water.
When Jisung arrived, he didn't even notice Minho, completely focused on his friend. "Mrs Kim looked for you for the past hour! He even asked me to reach you, but you didn't even take my calls! Where have you been?" Jisung was worried and Minho found the affection he had for Felix adorable.
"I lost the bus and I forgot my phone home." Felix grinned trying to justify himself.
"Oh God. I'm glad you're here. The tour hasn't even started so I guess you're fine. Minho?" Jisung asked surprised as his eyes noticed the older's presence next to his friend.
"Good morning serial puker." Minho cheered ironically, even if he felt a little bit anxious talking to him.
Jisung froze, making a weird face which made Felix laugh. "Jisung, what are you doing?" He asked laughing strongly.
"I wouldn't have come here if I had known this is your university." Jisung stated, ignoring Minho's comment which had reminded him his tragic vomit show a few nights ago.
"Sure, kid." Minho teased.
"Don't call me kid." Jisung said. "Okay Felix, let's go or Mrs Kim is going to be mad at you for being late." And he pushed Felix through.
Minho laughed more and when Jisung turned back to look at him, Minho did the call me sign and he smirked, causing Jisung a panic which was noticeable from kilometres.
He was glad his inner self wasn't showing, his conflicted self was basically going crazy just because he had exchanged a few words with Jisung. Oh God he was screwed.
He breathed. He had to focus on classes at least for that day. He walked through the campus, looking for his friends, hoping to not see Jisung or his schoolmates. The campus had never been that crowded, the last lessons of the semester were going to be held right before the exams. Minho had to pass all of his, he wanted to make other steps forward in order to get his degree in a few years and run away from his dad's house. Hoping that degree could open doors for him. He needed the independence he didn't have at the moment.
His classes started in a hour so he still had time to reach his friends, but none of them had shown.
That's why Minho took his phone from the pocket to send them a message, asking if somebody was there already. He was about to send it when he noticed two known figures, not that far away from him, strongly discussing. As soon as he noticed he knew them, Minho hid himself behind a bench, still trying to hear something out.
Chan and Woojin were a few metres from where Minho was and they were arguing. Minho could say that since Woojin was frowning as Chan was speaking, gesticulating way too much. Why were the two of them discussing? What was happening? Nothing had changed in their behaviour lately so Minho really didn't have a clue. Chan talked for a few minutes no stop, but Minho couldn't still hear them. When he stopped, Woojin said something and Chan pushed him away with all the strength he had. Minho felt the urge to go there and ask what the hell was going on, but he stayed behind that bench, in shock.
Minho noticed a few tears coming from Chan's eyes and Woojin tried to hug him as he started sobbing. Chan stepped back, Minho could read his lips movement, he kept saying no as Woojin tried to comfort him and then he ran away. That's when Minho heard Woojin scream "Chris!" but the boy was already gone. What was that?
"Minho, what the fuck are you doing here?"
Minho jumped when he heard Changbin's voice behind him.
"Oh God, you scared me! Get down!"
"What?"
"I said: get down!" Minho ordered as he pushed Changbin behind the bench with him.
"Minho, what is going on?" Changbin said, he didn't like all that confusion so early in the morning.
"I saw Woojin and Chan arguing and it seemed bad." Minho admitted, worried.
"How bad?" Changbin asked, now completely interested.
"So bad Chan started crying." Minho answered and both of them were speechless.
"Shit, that's bad." Changbin said, almost whispering.
"They seemed fine the other day."
"I know, this is crazy."
"Minho?"
Oh God.
"What are you doing behind that bench?"
Minho tried to keep all the calm he had in his body when he heard that voice. The voice of his nth admirer. He was a guy he had kissed a few weeks ago, drunk as a sponge, he didn't even remember why they kissed, he just found himself attached to this guy's lips at some point. It hadn't been even a great kiss. It was sloppy and the boy definitely exceeded with tongue. Minho didn't complain though. It wasn't worthy, but that guy literally fell in love with him, for no reason, and even if Minho had made clear he didn't want a boyfriend, he still was there searching for some more.
"Hey! I was just lacing my shoes." Minho faked a smile, hoping he would just disappear. Changbin glanced at Minho and then he suffocated a laugh.
"I wanted to give you this! There's a party at my friend's house. There's a pool, super cool, I mean it'll be amazing. Maybe you could come and we could meet eventually, what do you think?" The guy said, handing Minho a flyer, with sparkling eyes.
"Can I bring my friends?" Minho asked with no emotion in his voice.
"Ehm... Sure!" The guy replied looking at Changbin.
"Okay, fine. Thanks." Minho took the flyer and thanked him with zero enthusiasm.
"Nice! Bye Minho!" The boy cheered with a dreamy voice as he walked away.
"Minho, that was disgusting." Changbin stated.
"I know." Minho agreed.
The whole morning was weird. Woojin and Chan were missing. They weren't even taking calls. Classes were difficult and boring and Minho was legit scared to death of his upcoming exams. Heading to the canteen made him even worse when he spotted Jisung's entire class, being loud and noisy, while sad college students were eating, crying for their lives. Heading to his usual table, he noticed his two friends were still lost, so he wasn't surprised when he saw just Changbin eating an even sadder sandwich, while checking on his phone. Minho sat next to him, putting his poor hamburger on the table.
He started eating, slowly, giving a look at the notes he had taken in class, trying to order them a bit and write again what seemed unreadable. He hadn't seen Jisung, his classmates were too many, he hadn't noticed him in that crowd. It was when Changbin gave him a nudge that he raised his eyes.
"Look." Changbin said pointing at a table in front of them. And Minho saw what he'd rather not see. He felt that dry hamburger moving in his stomach, kicking his organs, making Minho feel sick, the need to threw up stronger than the need to breathe. That was nauseating, revolting in all the ways possible. Minho wanted to rip his eyes off, he'd rather be blind than watching such a show. Sitting around a table in front of them was Jisung. But he wasn't alone. Next to him was a girl, and Minho immediately knew who that girl was. They were eating together, they were smiling together and they were laughing as the girl fed Jisung with that repugnant food of the canteen. Minho had never watched an horror movie, but now he knew how it felt like seeing one. That girl was way too close to him, and Minho didn't know if that sudden surge of rage was jealousy or something else.
Minho was obviously staring at them. Changbin was trying to say something, he was probably asking Minho some questions, but he wasn't listening at all. Too focused on hating on what his eyes were seeing. Anger. That's also what he felt, thinking about that damn Jisung's jacket he had in his backpack. Always with him, in case he had the chance to give it back to Jisung. Envy. He also felt that and he didn't want to admit it. The stares became probably too insistent since Jisung seemed to notice. So he looked back at Minho. At first he seemed surprised, the girl was talking to him, all happy and cheerful, but he wasn't replying, staring at Minho; and Minho didn't have the intention to stop staring at him. He wasn't going to give up on that.
So Jisung did that. He kissed the girl, right in front of him. He took her face between his hands and he kissed her, for minutes. Minho even heard the girl leave a moan and that was the epitome of terrifying. At some point Jisung was bold enough to open his eyes and look right into Minho's, as he was still touring that girl's mouth. That was a low blow. Definitely. He stared at Minho the whole time. Kissing her in a passionate way which didn't match with the panicked Jisung Minho knew. But Minho didn't look away. He was stronger than a stupid kid teasing him for no reason.
What was that for? Absolutely nothing. What did he want to prove to him? The girl was melting into Jisung's kiss so much, that she probably didn't notice the stares those two were exchanging in that canteen. When Jisung finally broke the kiss, he had the guts to smirk.
"What a brat." Minho muttered and Changbin heard.
"Minho, what was that?" He asked probably more confused than ever.
"I don't know, but I'm done eating so I guess we can go somewhere else." Minho said, furious.
"Sure, man."
They got out of the canteen and they were looking for a place to stay in peace, casually talking or something. That had been one of the worst day in Minho's college career and that said a lot, since there was one day, the past year, in which he had failed two exams in a row. Han Jisung was a dead man. Really, what was that for? Minho had helped him, Minho thought they were friends now, after that night spent drinking together, or if not friends, at least polite acquaintances. Minho judged the situation wrong. Jisung was stupid. The hallways were full of students and there wasn't a free spot anywhere, but there was a bench with just a few backpacks alongside, so they chose to sit there. They didn't even have time to sit comfortably that they heard someone screaming.
"Hyunjin! Did you steal my mp3?" Someone said looking furious.
Minho and Changbin, both looked at the guy who was running directed to the bench they were at. Minho had never seen that kid, and Changbin neither, so he couldn't be a freshman.
"Minnie! You're the only kid in the 2000s with an mp3! It's so vintage!" This said Hyunjin stated, as he sat on the bench right next to Minho, studying the little mp3 player in his hands. The said Minnie also arrived, heavy breathing for the run, bent in two, holding his stomach, trying to breathe in as much air as possible.
"Stop making fun of me! It's not funny! And don't do that or you're gonna delete all my Day6 songs!" Minnie said back, snatching the mp3 from Hyunjin's hands.
"You're boring Seungmin." Hyunjin pouted to the other guy.
"This Hyunjin guy is cute." Changbin whispered into Minho's ear. Minho rolled his eyes.
"Where's Felix anyway?" Seungmin asked.
"I guess he's getting Jisung back from that bloodsucker." Hyunjin said.
So they knew Felix and Jisung. The bloodsucker could be the girl?
"Felix? Lee Felix?" Changbin burst into the conversation and Minho was praying he wasn't doing that just because he thought the Hyunjin guy was cute. Both Hyunjin and Seungmin looked at Changbin, now realising they weren't the only ones on that bench, staring at Changbin as if he was an alien.
"Yeah..." Hyunjin replied. "Do you know him? Blonde guy, australian accent, he has freckles?"
"Sure! We're friends."
"Friends?" Minho said and Changbin pushed him a bit.
"Cool." Seungmin said. "We didn't know Felix had older friends. Hyunjin, do you think that's why him and Jisung went to that college party a few weeks ago? When he ended up crying and we still don't know why?"
"Felix went to a college party and he cried?" Changbin asked, in disbelief when he heard such a thing.
"Yep, we still don't know the details, but we know he talks to Jisung so it's fine. I mean they're best friends." Hyunjin explained.
"Minho, did you know something about this?" Changbin said, looking at Minho, suspicious.
"What? Why me?"
"Maybe Jisung told you something." He added.
"Do you guys know Jisung? Shit Minnie! They're living a double life, they go partying, they probably do drugs!" Hyunjin said loudly as if they were the only ones around.
"Hyunjin, language!" Seungmin admonished him.
"He talks like Woojin." Changbin noticed and Minho agreed.
"What are you doing?" Seungmin asked as Hyunjin started typing fast on his phone.
"Texting Jeongin. He needs this tea about those two and I'm gonna spill it." Hyunjin said solemnly.
"Tea? They just know two idiots from college! No offence guys." Seungmin said, but his excuses weren't enough since Minho and Changbin jaws were basically on the floor after that comment.
Jisung's friends were all brats, just like him. Expect for Felix. Felix was his favourite, that was a matter of fact.
"Wait Minnie! I see him! That's Felix!" Hyunjin started screaming Felix's name to get his attention and he raised his hand to call him there. "Felix where's Jisung?" He asked, but Felix was still too far from there to answer, so they all waited for him to come closer.
"Guys!" Felix started when he finally reached his friends. "He's with her and he said he will reach us later."
"Traitor." Seungmin muttered.
"I hate straights." Hyunjin stated and the three of them started laughing, while Changbin and Minho were still looking at them, shocked by the chaos they were bringing up.
"Changbin hyung!" Felix sprang suddenly when he noticed the older sitting there.
"Hi Felix." Changbin said and he gave him an amused smile, because of that funny reaction.
"Changbin hyung? Felix you didn't tell us you knew these people! I thought I could trust you!" Hyunjin exclaimed, a bit dramatic.
"Oh... Right. This is Changbin hyung and this is Minho hyung. Changbin is from the rap group and Minho is one of his friends." Felix introduced them.
"The rap group? Hyunjin, isn't the code name asshole from the rap..."
Felix kicked Seungmin in the shin so hard, that the sound could be heard perfectly from everywhere in the campus. Minho, who felt the panic Felix was experiencing, tried to light up the mood.
"Nice to meet you guys, I guess you are Hyunjin and Seungmin!" Minho smiled shaking their hands. "Are you all here for the college tour, right?"
"Yes!" Hyunjin answered. "We're going to graduate soon, so the school brought us here. I can't wait to go to college. It seems fun!"
Changbin laughed. "It's fun until exams show up."
"Still, I think it's fun."
"Okay, enough, let's go or Mrs Kim will be angry at us again." Felix said, pushing Seungmin and Hyunjin forward. "Hi guys!"
"Wait, Felix!" Changbin interrupted him.
Minho could notice Felix's body becoming a little bit tense.
"I'll be back for the rap group tomorrow. Are you gonna be there? I need to catch up and I need you to help me." He said.
"Yeah, sure." Felix said and he disappeared before he could blush right in front of his crush.
"I need you to help me?" Minho repeated Changbin's words.
"What?" He said.
"Just friends?"
"Minho, I told you. He is Felix. I don't wanna talk about it." Changbin answered strangely annoyed.
"About what? He has a crush on you Changbin! Don't you see that? Don't encourage him if you don't like him back!" Minho scolded his younger friend. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help but do it.
"Encouraging him? I was just being friendly! And crush on me? Please I really don't want to talk about this." Changbin said and then he stood up. "See you tomorrow I guess. Let me know if you hear from those stupid friends of ours." He added walking away.
Why was everything so dramatic?
Another few hours passed and after Minho was done with all of his classes for the day, he finally headed to the university gates to come home, he couldn't wait to roll into his bed, and sleep, but only after having prepared a schedule in order to organise the study for him exams. The whole day had been so stressing. A lot happened in just a day. Minho kept thinking about Woojin and Chan, about what was the issue about, why was Chan crying. Minho was going to send them a message. A simple one, something like I didn't see you two today is everything okay?
Maybe one of them would talk.
Minho was also disappointed at Changbin. He didn't know why he treated Felix like this, but at the end of day, it wasn't his business.
He didn't want to think about Jisung. Jisung was the worst kid ever. He dared too much and Minho wasn't going to play his game. Or at least that was what he thought at first.
Almost out of the university, Minho noticed him. The girl was clinging to him and Jisung wasn't making a big deal out of it. They were talking and chatting as if they were two lovebirds. Minho's head couldn't stop thinking about what Jisung had said. About how he didn't like that girl, but that was okay because she liked him and finally he was going to lose his virginity, as if being a virgin was something he had to be ashamed of.
They hadn't noticed him, so Minho really thought about going home without doing anything about it, but all his good intentions went to trash when he heard it.
"My parents aren't home tonight. Do you wanna come?" The girl proposed in a mischievous voice.
"This ain't it." Minho said to himself.
He saw Jisung freezing, but slowly nodding, giving her a little kiss on the lips. She was smiling, as if she had won the race of his life. Minho couldn't let that happen.
Minho opened his backpack and he grabbed the jacket Jisung had forgotten the other night. With a pretty fast pace, he walked to the two of them. Jacket in his hand, the girl was the first one to notice him. She patted Jisung's shoulder and she pointed at Minho who was fastly getting closer. Minho could hear a whispered who's him, but Jisung didn't answer.
When Minho was close enough, he stopped. He stared at them both. He didn't even say hi.
"This is the jacket you forgot the other night." Minho said handing Jisung the piece of clothing.
"The other night? Jisung, who is this guy?" The girl squeaked with an annoying voice.
Jisung took the jacket staring at Minho. It seemed like he had lost all of the confidence and the boldness he had before.
"You left it in my bedroom, I thought you wanted it back." Minho added, dry, not giving the girl a single glance.
"Bedroom? Jisung? Did you sleep with him? With a guy?"
"He spent the night with me." Minho cleared her doubts, before Jisung could say something.
"What?" She screamed and she seemed so irritating Minho wondered why Jisung was still hanging out with her.
Jisung seemed to wake up all of a sudden.
"What? I didn't sleep with him!" He tried to say.
"He's giving you the jacket you forgot in his bedroom! Do you think I'm stupid? Oh my God, I was about to have sex with a gay guy. I'm gonna cry." She snapped, stepping away from Jisung after every word.
"Wait! It's not true!" Jisung screamed even louder, but the girl was basically running away, disgusted.
Jisung didn't chase after her, he just stood there, looking at her going away, speechless, not able to say a thing. Too shocked to talk.
"What an idiot. Her homophobia is showing." Minho stated.
Jisung didn't react, he just turned around, staring at him again, but now he seemed lost. His eyes weren't showing emotions.
"Okay, I see you're a little bit shaken. Thank me later, bye." Minho said and then he turned around so he could finally go home, but he felt Jisung's grip on him. He made Minho turn with a strength Minho didn't know he had and he grabbed Minho by the collar of his shirt. In a matter of seconds, Jisung pushed Minho against the wall. Minho couldn't breathe when his back hit the bricks. He didn't expect such a strong reaction.
"What are you doing?" Jisung went mad, still not letting go the grip on Minho's collar. He seemed tired and restless. But Minho wasn't going to give him an apology.
"You're a kid. You will thank me one day." Minho said, not even flinching at Jisung pressure against his body.
"How? Stop ruining my life! I was about to..."
"Fuck with a girl you don't even like? Your friends called her bloodsucker, are you sure she likes you and not your money?" Minho spat poisonous. He didn't want to go that far, but Jisung had to know. He had to be careful. Extremely careful, because people weren't good at all.
"How do you know what my friends said? God, I hate you!" Jisung said, closing his eyes, leaning his forehead on Minho's one.
"I'm not a kid, I know what I'm doing." He cried, but at that point, it felt like he wasn't talking to Minho anymore.
That was when Minho felt bad. Maybe he had crossed the line, but still he couldn't do otherwise.
Minho took Jisung's hand away from his shirt and he lowered it, still holding it anyway.
Jisung opened his eyes. Leaning on Minho, he kept looking down at the floor. He was trembling against Minho, who didn't know how to act.
Jisung closed his eyes again and holding Minho's hand tighter, he pressed their lips together. Minho couldn't believe at what was happening. It seemed so out of character, what was Jisung doing? Taking advantage of his surprise, Jisung tied their tongues, kissing Minho as if he was holding on to him. Minho was completely defenceless.
His brain had stopped working and everything seemed so absurd that he didn't even notice when Jisung had grabbed his neck, sucking his lower lip. Jisung's tongue was exploring Minho's whole mouth, breathing heavily. When Minho accidentally pressed his thigh on Jisung's crotch, he felt a growing erection from the younger. The friction made Jisung moan in between the kisses. It was so loud, Minho was scared someone could just pass by and see them, even if the college was almost empty.
"That was sexy." Minho whispered on Jisung's lips, his voice going an octave lower than usual. Jisung shivered, earing those words and he kept kissing the elder, until their breaths became one. Their movements so in synch, their hearts beating at the same speed.
Minho's head was spinning and he started feeling excited, he felt hot and he wondered if he was dreaming or not. But that wasn't a dream and also, they weren't alone. They were in public so, even if it was a hard choice to make, he gently pushed Jisung away when things started heating up too much. Back on earth, they both looked at each other in disbelief.
Minho's phone rang and since Minho was distracted by it, Jisung found the chance to run away without saying a word.
"Jisung! Wait!" He tried to stop him, but he was already out of the building.
Minho, torn, looked at the screen.
There's someone I want you to meet.
His father had texted him.