Sтяαωвєяяу JєƖƖу [Mιηѕυηg]

❖ I'м Sσяяу ❖

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I finished this quick. I'm surprised

It was the Chanlix chapter that took a while for some reason. 

Minho was always in and out of the house. Jisung was really starting to hate Minho's dance studio. It was taking all of his attention away.

Jisung knew the importance of having a job but Minho had a lot of money. He could quit and spend the day with him. It was hard, he wasn't home much anymore. Minho never really sparring a few hours to be with Jisung.

When he DID have time to himself he was out, doing who knows what...and who knows who. Jisung didn't want to think like that just yet though - Cheating was never a concern until he saw a show about it.

"Minmin, Come sleep with me." Jisung tugged on the male's arm, trying to get him away from his laptop for the 5th time tonight.

"Sungie, I will. Just let me finish emailing these parents as well as the format for my flyers...and I'll join you." He patted the male's head then turned back to the screen.

Minho had recently been swamped with applications, having promoted his dance school and brought a lot more kids to his studio. The classes were overfilling so most people were stuck on a waiting list. He was also considering hiring Felix to come help since he was so talented in himself.

"Funny." Jisung laid his hand on the laptop, shutting it forcefully.

"Jisung! What the-" The demon leaned forward, nose brushing against Minho. It would've been intimidating if he didn't look so cuddly wrapped up in his blanket.

"That wasn't a suggestion." 

Minho gently took Jisung's hand off the device. "Like I said baby, I have some things to do and once I'm finished I'll head to bed."

Jisung could feel his anger rising and he was sure Minho could feel it too. The room grew warm, which was an obvious sign. "I'm not going to ask again." Minho ignored him and reopened his laptop, moving farther away on the couch. 

"Neither am I." Jisung chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"Are you serious?" Minho didn't answer, he continued typing away on his keyboard.

"Minho - What the fuck?!"

The male jumped in shock, Jisung's voice was scary when he was mad. Felt like the whole house shook from the yell.

"What?" The demon wanted to take that laptop and fling it out the window. He didn't do exactly that, but he did throw it. The laptop made a cringe worthy sound the moment it hit the ground. Yup, definitely broken.

"What's your fucking problem?!"

Minho jumped off the couch, slapping the male as hard as he could - which wasn't very hard in Jisung's opinion.

"What's my problem?! What's yours? You're always working and never home!" 

Minho rolled his eyes, picking up the blankets that had fallen and throwing them back on the couch. "And? Does that give you the right to break my laptop? No!"

Jisung followed him into the kitchen, grabbing onto his waist when he continued walking. "You're not listening to me. Minho, whenever you're here your attention goes to everything but me. You're ignoring me and it hurts." Communication was supposedly the best thing in a relationship - or so he heard from watching love island.