𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 | HyunIn

22| Close Companions

Official confirmation of any new admission under SKZ would always be dined with a gathering as though of a silent announcement, yet as clear as the limpid cold water.

Commotions of amiable chatters were filling up the whole hall. As they spoke, sweet bright grins often emerged up to find their ways to be tightly plastered on each different faces.

Various smells of tasty cuisines were coating up the whole room. The prepossessing chandelier that was hung exquisitely to the ceiling was illuminating a warm highlight, emitting its own cordial light to fall down like the rain.

Munching down the food that was being tormented on the inside of his mouth, Jeongin was silent.

Although he appeared aloof and cold at this moment, but if one was to observe, they'd easily trace that there was a glimpse of warmth and delight delicately swimming in his eyes.

The warm comfiness really was present after all, secretly embracing him tight under the dark night that should be one of the moments he would want to appreciate.

Sitting in front of him was Minho, his face had always been covered by a cold noble veil as his expression whilst his mouth was receiving small portion of food, proper in manner.

Meanwhile, the older had Jisung sitting on his side. The dark violet haired male was nonchalantly staring at his phone that was igniting a dim glow.

"Minmin"

Not taking off his eyes off the screen, Jisung lightly called out.

The simple nickname that was spoken in a soft mild was sounded sweetly sticky like the melting sugar candy that could give someone an aesthetic feeling.

Rather than chanting it towards someone like Minho, it was much more suitable for a moe five years old boy to be called the name.

As clear as day, he didn't fancy the name, nor did he like the fact that someone who was younger than him had addressed him with no honorific. However, Minho did not seem to crack out a bicker. He still let out an indifferent hum as an answer.

"Remind me when it's nine" said Jisung.

Hearing this, the other latter coldly gave the younger a side glance. Starting from the top of his soft shining blue hair, Minho aloofly drooped his eyes low to the silver metal watch that was loosely wrapped around Jisung's silky white wrist.

Gazing down the watch silently, there were clearly some faint things planted in Minho's mind, which he desired to release from being trapped behind the bars of questions, but he chose to restrain the words under the throat.

Instead, he replied in a deep voice,

"Mn. Alright"

Jeongin on the other end couldn't really bother to care about the tiny conversation between them.

He only stared at the steak that was served in front of him, the sharp knife that was glaring its shining eye soon followed his hand's command to slice through the meat with an inaudible screeching.

Pale watery blood that was previously hiding under rough layers of crimson flesh soon trickled out in a slow cry, as if to stream down bloody tears on the plate once the sudden pierce had nudged its scorching pain.

Beneath the soft fondness in the eyes that were watching, there was hiding a dull faint doubt and confusion mystically swaying.

These emotions did not seem to disperse, nor did it appear to jump out obvious. One swelling thought was growing older and wiser in Jeongin's head, to the point where he didn't know what was right and what was not.