BAD HABITS. | minsung

004 | forced behaviour.

BAD HABITS,
minsung.

CHAPTER FOUR: forced behaviour.
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being friends with han jisung meant preparing yourself to listen to the fastest speech you'll ever hear in your entire life.

he would speak super quickly and get everything out in one breath, leaving you to piece together what you heard.

and there was a very high chance that you'd zone out in the middle of his speaking.

it was probably the most hardcore exercise for the brain.

whoever could understand him probably had six-packs on their brain.

“yeah, and then he was like, ‘already getting attached?’ or some bullshit. it was so uncalled for, like it's not even funny, that was just a jerk move, right!? i just don't get why he's such an asshole!”

jisung was taking in deep breaths after ranting all of that out, groaning in annoyance.

meanwhile, his childhood friend, seo changbin, was still processing what the blond just said.

“god...so, let me get this─”

“he's such a fucking mood killer! i brought chocolate because i'm KIND and he started insulting me about it? like yeah we get it, you're just a mad, old, HAG.” jisung snapped, aggressively shaking the key out of the keyhole and kicking his door open, walking in right away.

if they didn't know each other from when they were in diapers, changbin would probably never approach him and stay a thousand meters away.

jisung was a whole other species of human.

it almost felt like he was taking care of a very very special child.

one that had issues with everyone.

“you hate so many people that i can't even do this anymore.” changbin groaned, kicking his shoes off before following behind jisung to the couch. “please, say one thing at a time!”

jisung crashed onto the furniture, turning on his television and tossing the remote to the side.

crossing his arms against his chest, he frowned, “it's annoying how he's always there. he just follows me everywhere.”

changbin sighed, taking a seat beside him and staring at the news channel playing.

“so, lee minho lives next to you?” changbin asked, momentarily looking at jisung with his eyes narrowed in thought.

you could almost hear the gears in his head turning, very slowly.

and jisung wasn't happy with that stupid question.

instead, his face morphed into that of a dumbfounded expression.

one that what appear usually whenever changbin opened his mouth.

“changbin, i swear to god, is that all you got from tha─”

“no, no! just─” changbin paused, making peculiar gestures in the air as if he were doing scientific equations. the black-haired boy mumbled random things under his breath, and jisung was seriously concerned at this point.