I'm Seeing Angels | Minchan

8

Jisung was hosting his party the Friday before his actual birthday seeing as it was easier than trying to get plenty of people rearranging their schedules for a Tuesday. He decided to have the party at one of his friend's houses. He lived in an apartment, making a decent-sized fun party nearly impossible.

Chan and Minho were on their way to the house, speeding down the highway as safely as possible. Chan wanted to have a little bit of fun on the ride over and rolled down the windows and blasted music from the radio, having the time of his life driving and singing with the wind in his hair and on his face.

Minho rolled his window up, wanting to ask a question without yelling at Chan. He turned the music down, now gaining the priest's attention. "You know where you're going?"

Chan nodded his head. "Yeah, it's one of Jisung's old friends. I don't necessarily like him, but I'm not going for him. I'm going for Jisung."

"Why don't you like him?" Minho asked, finally hearing about someone Chan didn't like since he was assigned to the man for the first time. He didn't know if Chan was capable of not liking someone, but here it was. Whoever he was, he must've done something terrible to get on the priest's bad side.

"He was the one that got Jisung to his lowest and didn't even help him after he decided to get sober. Why Jisung is still friends with him, I don't know, but he is, so it is what it is, I guess," Chan sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter than before, getting irritated at just the thought of the man.

"What's his name?" Minho asked, curious to know. He doesn't have a reason to know, but he found himself to be quite nosey.

"Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin."

"Hmm..." Minho hummed. "That's a nice name."

"He doesn't deserve such a nice name," Chan commented. He meant what he said. He had no room in his heart for the man that ruined Jisung's life for the years and then basically flaked after. "Let's talk about something else. We're close to the party." He rolled his window up now, wanting to have a conversation with Minho.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything other than that bastard."

Minho hummed in thought, not sure what to say. "How long do you plan to stay?"

Chan shrugged, glancing over to Minho. "I don't know. It depends on how everything goes. Maybe an hour, maybe three." Minho nodded, content with the answer. He had slowly learned how days on Earth went by and was gaining a sense of time. Even still, it was hard for him to imagine what three hours felt like. "I'm sure it won't be too long."

"That's good. You do have work in tomorrow."

"I have work every day," Chan chuckled.

"Well, yeah, but you have a service tomorrow, I mean."

"Yes," the priest sighed, thinking about the next day. "Yes, I do."

"I'll make sure you don't stay too late," Minho smiled, looking over to Chan.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Chan replied sarcastically. "Well, we're here." He parked the car on the side of the driveway that was already filled with vehicles. The two got out and started making their way into the house.

"Wow, it's big," Minho marveled, looking at the outside in awe. It was much bigger than Chan's house or any house that he's seen. Whoever the architect was did a stunning job with the lighting hitting the angles of the building perfectly.

"Yeah, I don't know how he affords it," Chan spoke, shaking his head. He was irritated at the party's location, but if it were for Jisung, he'd show up. He didn't have to interact with Hyunjin just because he was there.