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JEFFERSON WAS ANGRY, BEYOND ANGRY. All because of one person Minho. The boy who always seemed to get him happy, angry, sad, anything and everything.
Right now, he was angry at him. The other was being stupid and refused to admit it.
"Jefferson, calm down, your being a damn-" Minho started, hand reaching up and gently grabbed his shoulder, to turn him around, while the raven-haired-boy turned around, grabbing Minho's arm and flipping him.
His foot stuck out, stopping Minho's head from hitting the hard ground, then dropped his arm. He sighed, rubbing his forehead as Minho simply stayed in the ground, but sat slightly up to where he had his elbows instead of his upper-back on the ground. "What's wring with you, today? Your acting like someone took a-"
"Fuck you!" Jefferson yelled, only making Minho raise an eyebrow at the words. "Shut up!" He quickly spoke, glaring at the Minho, who was smirking.
"I didn't even say anything. Really, you keep interrupting me and throwing me around. Which is-"
"Shut up." He sneered, teeth baring for a second before looking up, scanning to see if anyone had seen.
Minho lifted a hand, curling his fingers, while Jefferson rolled his eyes. "I'm not helping you up."
"You are the one who put me on the ground."
"I swear," he muttered, gripping Minho's hand, ignoring the feeling he had gotten, when Minho's grip tightened, his smile widening before his other hand gripped Jefferson's arm, with both hands and pulled.
Jefferson fell, trying to stop from colliding into the ground and hitting Minho. Not that he didn't deserve to be hit. "Idiot." He hissed, hand still being held by Minho, as he had landed in between Minho's knees.
