fake love | minsung

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It smelt like in a hospital. Jisung couldn't put a finger on what exactly that smell was... disinfectant perhaps? That was probably the closest thing to it. Chan took a step back, allowing Jisung and Minho to enter the small room that appeared to be Chan's laboratory.
Jisung took a look around, wondering how or if Chan was paying for the room itself and, most importantly, all the devices and utensils in it.

The room wasn't particularly big, about the same size as that room where Jisung had been chained up. Two identical desks with a row of drawers stood in a corner at a right angle, and two shelves with glass doors fastened to the wall above them. On one desk Jisung noticed a few devices that he had never seen before and thus couldn't even imagine what they were used for. The other desk was rather organized, with only a few empty test tubes and a notebook on it. Glass bottles of all sizes and shapes, each filled with some liquid, were stacked on the shelves.
A treatment couch, an ECG, and an I.V pole were located on the opposite end of the room, giving the impression of a hospital room. Jisung didn't even want to imagine what all those drawers contained.

"This is...so fucked up." The brunet mumbled, more to himself than to the other two boys, as he kept looking around the room like in a trance.
"You said you wanted to know how it worked," Chan stated nonchalantly as he pulled something small from one of the drawers. When he turned around to face Jisung, the latter realized it was a syringe he was holding. Instinctively, he took a step back with wide eyes.
"Woah, chill out." He exclaimed, his gaze flitting from Chan's face to the needle in his hand. All of a sudden he regretted having come there with them as he thought of all the possible ways Chan could kill him now. The blond stared at him for a second before a scoff was heard and someone bumped Jisung's shoulder, walking past him.

"Or maybe you chill out," Minho said as he sat down on the treatment couch, rolling up the sleeve of his dark green hoodie, eyeing Jisung with a weird look. When Chan approached the sitting boy, Jisung realized the syringe wasn't for him, but for Minho, and a sense of embarrassment washed over him. He felt his cheeks grow warm as he awkwardly cleared his throat and stepped aside to watch Chan insert the needle into Minho's upper arm. The latter didn't even make a face as Chan gave him the shot.

"What is that?" Jisung asked, trying to distract from his embarrassing reaction and fear of being killed.
"Androstadienone," Chan replied, removing the needle from Minho's arm and going to get a plaster out of one of the drawers.

"Andro-what?" Jisung asked. He had never heard of such word in his 21 years on this planet, and Chan simply throwing it at him made him irritated. How was he supposed to know what the hell that was when he was majoring in law, not biochemistry?

"It's something like..." Chan paused for a moment as he applied the plaster to the spot where he had pricked Minho, most likely trying to come up with a way to explain it to Jisung.
"Are you familiar with pheromones?" Chan asked, rolling Minho's sleeve back down and completely focussing his attention on the brunet.
Jisung rolled his eyes but still nodded. How stupid did Chan think he was?
"But humans don't-" He was cut off by Minho speaking up behind him.

"Yeah, we don't, but Chan can make us produce them." A small smile appeared on his lips as he lifted himself from the treatment couch and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Jisung furrowed his eyebrows and was about to ask what Chan had just injected into him, but the blond beat him to it.
"Androstadienone is a component of male sweat, actually. It's claimed to work in a similar way as pheromones, although only slightly. You could say it doesn't affect others at all, that's how small the effect is. They even sell it as fragrances and perfumes... Complete bullshit, if you ask me..." Chan trailed off, pushing his glasses back up with his index finger before getting back to the point and continuing his explanation.

The amount of information Jisung received astounded him. He'd been curious about how it worked, but now that Chan was attempting to explain it to him, he was feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Okay, you know what, never mind." He shook his head. He didn't understand a thing Chan said anyway, so he really didn't think that listening to all that babbling would help him comprehend how it worked in the least.

"I don't...think I need to know." He added, averting his gaze and looking at the door instead.
"Oh, has the little law major trouble understanding?" Minho spoke up behind him in a mocking voice, clearly trying to belittle Jisung and his study course. It made the brunet angry since his major was anything but easy.
"Oh, please. What's your major, mister Ph.D.?" Jisung turned around to face the older, who just responded with a sneer.

"Medicine," Chan replied behind him, making Jisung turn around in surprise. The blond only shrugged and Jisung turned back around to Minho, scoffing.
"No way."
Minho laughed at that, and again Jisung noticed how the older was making fun of him.
"What, want to see my certificate of enrollment?" He raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his lips not fading for a second.

With each remark that left Minho's mouth, Jisung grew angrier, and the fact that he let it affect him made him even furious.
"I'm not sure how someone like you could ever be a doctor." Jisung squinted at Minho, his eyes widening a split second after, however, when the black-haired boy roughly pushed him against the nearest wall, pressing his forearm against Jisung's chest.

"Minho." Chan's calm voice seemed far away and everything Jisung could focus on was Minho's face in front of his, eyes so clearly filled with anger, and the incoming pain at the back of his head that came from
the impact with the wall when Minho had pushed him.

"Listen here, fucking asshole. No one can stand you pathetic law students. All you can do is walk around and act like you're the best and smartest on campus. So don't fucking come at me with that bullshit."

Jisung hated to admit it but those words that Minho had almost growled at him hurt him. Not in a way that would make him feel sad or stupid but rather angry, yet speechless.
He had told himself that he would kick the boy in the balls once he had the chance, but now that he actually had it, he couldn't. The older's words had left him at a loss for words and actions, and all he could do was stare back at him with an empty gaze.
There wasn't a time he could recall that he got insulted this badly, so instead of barking back at Minho, he pushed him away from him and wordlessly stomped out of the room.

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btw i'm not trying
to offend law students😭