fake love | minsung

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Minho looked at the boy cowering in front of him. He still seemed to be asleep, laying on the cold tile floor. Eyes closed, breath calm and steady. His arms functioned as a kind of pillow beneath his head.
Then Minho's eyes shifted to the boy's feet. A large metal ring connected to a heavy metal chain occupied his right ankle. Minho couldn't suppress a smile at the sight. If it weren't for the boy wearing a plain black shirt, black jeans, and a pair of Vans, he'd look like some slave or prisoner from the middle ages. Even the room's amenities contributed to that.
Minho and the unknown boy were in a small space of about 10 square meters. The walls were painted white and there was no furniture in that room. Only the dark chain attached to one of the walls. The room resembles a big empty bathroom.

"Why am I not surprised that this view gives you joy?" A voice appeared behind him, followed by a door falling shut.
Minho turned to face the blond boy who had just entered the room.
"Oh, hey Chan. Why do you make it sound like I'm some psychopath." Minho watched as the older made his way towards him and stopped next to him, joining him in watching the boy on the floor. He crossed his arms.
"He goes to our university." The blond then stated, his gaze remaining fixed on the brunet on the floor.
Minho's eyes widened at that statement as he turned to face his best friend.
"For real?"
Chan only shrugged, not saying anything.
"Well, I'm not the one who locked him up here. Does he know?" Minho returned his focus to the boy below them.
"Well, yeah. I guess. He should know what's in store for him."
The second part made Minho snort.
"He just doesn't know to what extent. Oh, wow, now I'm curious." The black-haired boy crossed his arms and smirked to himself.
"Don't get too excited. He's the first. I'm curious too, though." Chan turned to look at Minho, eyes now fixated on the younger's. He stared into Minho's eyes for a few seconds before clearing his throat.
"I think you got it."
"Of course I do." Minho laughed. "Who do you think I am."
Chan only rolled his eyes and turned away from Minho, headed towards another door on the opposite side of the room.
"Get ready. He should be waking up in a few minutes", were the last words the blond said before leaving the room. Minho watched as Chan disappeared behind the door and then reappeared behind a glass pane that allowed him to look into the room he had just left and vice versa.
"I said get ready." Chan's voice echoed through the room when he spoke into the microphone on his side of the glass.

Minho gave the boy on the floor one last glance before stepping back a few meters, far enough so the chain would not reach him if stretched.
"Do it as soon as he starts to wake up." Minho again heard Chan's voice whereupon he looked to his right where the blond was standing behind the glass pane. He nodded, indicating that he had understood.

The black-haired boy returned his gaze to the boy in front of him, keeping a tight eye on him for any signs of awakening. Right then the boy moved his head the slightest and before he could fully raise it to look at Minho, the latter did as Chan had told him. Then he watched what the boy in front of him would do, anticipating his next move.

The boy leaped to his feet as soon as his eyes met Minho's, and Minho could hear his breath quicken. Next thing, the boy attempted running toward Minho, failing however as the chain that was attached to his ankle kept him in place. The brunet fell to his knees, desperately striving to free himself from the chain, his eyes never leaving Minho's.

Minho couldn't help but smirk as he took one step toward the stranger. Upon that action, the boy fought even harder to get to Minho, putting everything he had into breaking the chain that prevented him from throwing himself at the black-haired boy.
"Please." The boy whimpered, stretching one arm out, again in an attempt to at least touch the other.

"Okay, that's enough." Chan's voice was heard through the speaker, telling Minho to get away and stop.
"Wait no, this is great." Minho laughed, not even turning to look at Chan, his gaze still on the boy struggling in front of him.
"Minho." The blond gave a firm warning, prompting Minho to sigh and back away from the boy. Then he let his iris shift back from purple to their usual brown. As if on cue, the boy in front of him stopped tugging at the chain and blankly looked at Minho. Then he slowly rose to his feet, eyes wide.

"What's with that look? Two seconds ago you were all over me." Minho smirked and took a step closer to the boy.
"I mean, look, this is your chance to touch me." The older teased, making the brunet furrow his eyebrows and take a step back.
"Fuck you." He exclaimed.
"And get this damn chain off my foot."

Minho chuckled at the younger's attitude.
"You know, I just need to change the color of my eyes and you'll be all over me again." He knew exactly that his words made the boy in front of him furious, but he enjoyed it, the fact that he had that kind of power over him.
"I swear to God-" The boy looked like he was about to punch Minho in the face right then and there. However, he was stopped by another person entering the room.

"Han Jisung, 21 years old. Student at SNU", Chan stated casually as he walked towards the brunet.
"And test subject number one." He came to a halt beside Jisung, looking first at Minho, then at the younger.
Minho and Jisung stood there quietly watching Chan release the chained-up boy.
Once the heavy chains had fallen to the floor with a loud clonk, Minho decided it would be a good idea to use his power, his eyes lighting up in a captivating purple color.

Before Chan could react, Jisung stumbled towards Minho, his hands finding Minho's cheeks.
The older couldn't help but smirk at the brunet, who was gripping his face and staring him down.
Although Minho enjoyed toying with the still stranger, he let his eyes take on a warm brown again.
As soon as that happened, Jisung let go of Minho's face, taking a step back.
"Fucking idiot." The slightly shorter boy said, and before Minho knew it, a fist hit him right on his face, precisely his nose. A sharp pain followed.

At first, Minho had a look of shock on his face at the bold action. He brought his finger to his nose and held it there, only to see blood trickling from it. He laughed dryly, his finger still pressed to his nose to keep the blood from running down his face.
"Wow, you really are something." He looked at the younger, now feeling a hint of anger, especially when he noticed that Jisung was still staring at him blankly, not seeming to regret what he had done the slightest.

"All right, that's it." Chan finally broke up their stare-off by placing his hand on Jisung's shoulder.
"Thanks for doing this. I-"
"Is there a way to not react to that? Does this happen to me whenever he changes eye colors now?" Jisung cut Chan off and pointed at Minho, who was just listening and trying to stop his nosebleed.
Chan looked at Minho, then back at Jisung, sighing.
"No, not yet."
"No? What, am I supposed to act like that now whenever he feels like getting on my nerves?" The brunet was on the verge of yelling.
"Jisung, you're not the only one getting affected by it. It would affect anyone, that's why I don't let him use it in public. Especially since it's still that strong. Once I've figured out how to turn it down a bit, it'll be of great use."
"What use? What use could there be to getting random people to love someone?" Jisung scoffed, adverting his eyes from Chan.
"It could be everything and nothing," Chan said, not paying any mind to Jisung's discouraging remarks.
"Sure." The younger exclaimed, then pointed at Minho.
"Just stay away from me."
Minho didn't respond, still too busy with his nose. Even when Jisung went to leave the room, he stood still and watched.

As soon as the door fell shut, Chan put his attention on Minho.
"I told you not to use it when people aren't chained up or anything."
Minho still didn't reply, so Chan walked past him into the other room that was separated by the glass pane. A few seconds later he returned with a tissue, handing it to his best friend.
Minho nodded thankfully and took the tissue to replace his finger under his nose.
"Fucking dickhead." were Minho's first words after a while, he looked to the door that Jisung had left through.
"It's your fault," Chan replied, and before Minho could protest, he continued.
"Let's go. That's definitely enough for today." He started walking towards the exit but stopped in his tracks to turn around and look at Minho one last time.
"And for fuck's sake, don't use it in public." He reminded the black-haired boy, before turning back around and leaving the room.

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oh my g0d did she actually
upload the first chapter?????

yes hello long time no see
i finally uploaded it but bet your
a$$es that you will not be
reading chapter 2 soon😘