fake love | minsung

5

Leaning against the sink, hands propped on each side of it, Jisung let out a deep sigh. He let his head droop down for two reasons: first, he didn't want to see his face in the mirror after a long day of studying, and second, he didn't have the energy to hold his head up in the first place.
Jisung was truly surprised by how easy people that did not major in law thought it was. Always spouting about how studying law only consisted of memorization. The mere thought of that made Jisung's blood boil. Of course, he had chosen this path himself but it really shook him up when people that had no idea talked about it. He held respect for every field of study - even philosophy, yet everyone seemed to disrespect law students.
Jisung wished it on them to have to study as much as he had to.

Head still heavy, from what Jisung felt had to be information overload, he tiredly lifted it to face his reflection. Just as he had imagined, he looked like a wreck. His brown hair was disheveled from all the grabbing and ruffling throughout his study session. His eyes looked darker than usual, not to mention the notable bags beneath them. Maybe, Jisung reasoned, he should just drop out of college and go work in some coffee shop or something.

Shaking his head as to shake away that absurd thought, Jisung turned on the tap and leaned down to splash water into his face, rubbing it frustratedly afterwards. He turned off the water again, the sudden silence catching him off guard the slightest. His focus went back to his face that now was wet and looking a lot more vivid. Out of nowhere, a thought crept up in his mind.
Jisung looked at the set of brown eyes staring back at him in the mirror, which immediately reminded him of Minho's purple one's.

"No." Jisung shook his head again, shifting his gaze from the mirror to the sink.
"I'm not doing that." He said to himself quietly, as if saying it out loud would be more persuasive.

Tiredly, he turned around and pushed himself off the sink to leave his small bathroom, just to instantly be faced with his desk and the pile of books, his laptop, and iPad on it. He needed fresh air.
Disregarding the fact that it was already dark outside, Jisung went to put on his beige leather jacket and his black docs. He made sure to stuff his phone into the back pocket of his jeans and his keys into the pocket of his jacket before leaving his student apartment.
For a second he contemplated on whether he should go get Changbin a few doors down, however, decided against it as for all he knew the boy could be studying intensely as well, and he didn't want to interrupt him. Jisung wouldn't want to be either.

It was fairly dark outside already, considering it was 10 pm. Yet, most of the streets were illuminated by the large street lights. Jisung decided to just walk where his feet took him - and for some reason, he ended up on the campus of his university.
His dorm building was close to the university and the campus was, admittedly, quite nice. Compared to other colleges, Jisung could surely say that his was one of the better-looking ones. Not only were the buildings more modern—except that one damned science faculty building—but the campus itself had a surprising amount of nature, which was unusual in a city.

Jisung was so engrossed in his surroundings that he missed a person standing along the path. Only when Jisung accidentally bumped into his shoulder and the stranger let out a pained hiss, he realized. The boy he had run into whirled around angrily, throwing something on the floor that appeared to be an unlit cigarette. He had a lighter in his other hand.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Jisung quickly apologized, trying to catch the other's eyes. He seemed familiar but Jisung couldn't quite put a finger on where he'd seen him before. He was most likely a student from one of his classes.

"What the fuck? I almost burned myself!" The boy exclaimed, making Jisung take a step back.
"Alright, I'm sorry, man." The brunet said again, furrowing his eyebrows at the taller's aggressive demeanor.

"Yeah, how would you like it if I fucking burned you?" The boy took another step closer to Jisung, this time holding his lighter directly in front of Jisung's face, sparking a small flame.
Jisung's eyes widened and he protectively shielded himself with his hands.
"Calm down." He said calmly, trying not to provoke the other more. However that seemed to be less effective as the black-haired boy in front of him put the lighter into his jeans pocket and instead lifted his hand, clenched into a fist.

His fist collided with the side of Jisung's face before he realized it. Maybe it was supposed to hurt, but Jisung was thrown off by the fact that he had just been punched. He felt a little dizzy and needed a second to recover. Surprisingly, the other waited for just that until Jisung eventually forcefully pushed him away.
"What the fuck is your problem?" He spat, no longer feeling the need to stay calm.

The taller didn't respond and instead angrily aimed at Jisung again. Fearing that he might tank another punch in the face, Jisung beat him to it and punched him on the side of the face, as the other had done earlier. That didn't seem to make the other scared or calm, as he just let out a breathy, sarcastic laugh.
Before Jisung could react, the boy grabbed his collar, and he felt another punch on the side of his face.
"Who do you think you are?" He furrowed his eyebrows at Jisung and tilted his head, aiming another punch at the brunet's face.

Jisung tried to shake out of the taller's grip, only to be pushed against a nearby wall and tank another hit, this time to his stomach. He groaned as he crunched down in pain. Before he could say anything or even recover from the first punch, the stranger's fist flew at his face again, landing multiple times squarely on his nose. By then Jisung was too weak and dizzy from the constant pain in his face to even attempt to free himself from the other.

Eventually, the black-haired boy let go of him, letting him slide down the wall and slump down onto the asphalt. Jisung didn't even see him leave, his eyes half-closed. His head was throbbing from pain and he still felt that single punch in his stomach. On top of that, he felt something dripping from his lips. When a metallic taste entered his mouth, he realized he was bleeding out of his nose - very heavily at that. The brunet lifted a hand to hold below his nose only to have it covered in blood seconds later.
"Fuck." He muttered, leaning his head against the wall behind him, screwing his eyes shut in pain and parting his lips to be able to breathe.

"Shit, what the fuck happened to you?"

The sound of a familiar voice made Jisung open his eyes the slightest, only to be greeted by a face that he really, really didn't want to see at that moment. He chose not to reply to the boy crouching in front of him and shut his eyes again, ignoring him. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his chin, softly pulling his face forward. Jisung opened his eyes again and stared directly into Minho's brown ones.

Brown, they were brown.

"Shit, get up." Minho leaned closer to Jisung and slid an arm behind his back, wrapping it around his waist and pulling him up. Jisung felt too weak to protest or try to fight him and simply let Minho grab his arm and put it around his shoulders. His arm remained around Jisung's waist, helping his body stay up.
"Just let your head fall forward," Minho said, starting to walk, guiding Jisung with him.
"Here."
Jisung saw Minho hand him a handkerchief, which he gladly accepted and held beneath his nose to catch the blood dripping from it.

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imagine me...
updating...
crazy, innit?
so like, you know how you
get all inspired to write
stories when you fall for
someone?
no?
well i do😭