The Curse || 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 ||

THIRTY

Ten minutes earlier:

Minho's pov:

I let out an annoyed sigh after the man turned around, minding his business again as he should, some people really have too much time to spare.

I could feel the edges of my lips slightly curl upward, letting out a scoff at the memory of jisung's adorable squished face, but then i remembered how he looked almost panicked, not when he looked at me, but rather at our surroundings, he knows better than care about what people think, but i guess he felt anxious since people were watching.

Maybe i should go to the bathroom as well, i shouldn't let him go there alone. Just when i was about to stand up, something caught my attention, jisung's phone lit up, displaying an instagram notification on the lock screen.

I know i shouldn't peek at other people's phones, but he's my boyfriend, so it's an exception, right? curiosity got the better of me, i glanced at his phone:

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Ha__jøønnn:
hi there cutie❤️🔥
Ha__jøønnn:
How about we have some fun, yeah? ;)

Julian.06, e0.Geum23 and 37 others requested to follow you.

Ha__jøønnn:
can't wait till i hold you in my arms baby 😩😩😩

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To say that I'm upset is an understatement. i am far beyond enraged. Who does this asshole think he's calling baby? Have some fun, huh? Fucking creep. I feel the strong urge to unlock the phone and answer that Hajoon guy myself, just to tell him that the one he seems to be calling baby is mine, my boyfriend, and that he'd better fuck off. But i couldn't even if i tried to, since i don't know jisung's password.

Wait. Is this what jisung was trying to hide from me earlier? This guy? Does he know him? But.. why would he want to hide something like that?

The best way to know is ask him myself.

I stood up from my seat, trying my best to calm my nerves down as i headed to the bathroom, i don't want to make him worried afterall.

Right after i opened the door, i felt my jaw tighten again at the sight, jisung was against the sink, hugging someone, who seemed to be holding him tightly, and the brunette didn't seem to be rejecting him at all, "jisungie..? Who is that?".

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Author's pov:

Jisung quickly lifted his head to the entrance's direction, perceiving the somewhat expressionless face of his boyfriend, only then he realized the position he and jeongin were in, and that it could be misunderstood by the older, so he pulled himself away from the hug.

The problem is, it was too late, minho already miscomprehended the situation, "hyung-" he got cut off by the silver haired who instantly rushed to him and lifted his chin in order to examine his face properly.

"-you're crying." Minho directed a cold glare to the assumed source of his boyfriend's still visible stained cheeks, he let go of jisung's chin, only to harshly grab jeongin's collar and push him to the wall "what the fuck did you do to him?!!"

The pink haired felt his heart drop to his feet, minho's eyes were piercing his soul, sending chills throughout his skin, he lifted his hands up in surrender, "i- i don't know! I-"

Jisung pulled minho's arm with all his strength, "hyung! Stop!" He scolded,

"but he made you cry-"

"No! He didn't, He just wanted to be friends!!"

"By hugging you on your first meeting?"

"Look! I'm sorry i didn't know he would cry-" Jeongin tried intervening but got sharply interrupted by minho,"you just shut the fuck up before i punch you in the face"

"Hey! You didn't need to be so harsh!" Jisung defended, then signaled for jeongin to leave the bathroom, to which he refused at first but soon complied and left the two alone with a pout.

"He's that hajoon guy right? That's why you're defending him."

"What?" Jisung asked, obviously confused.

"He's that Instagram guy sending you flirty texts since earlier!"

"Hyung, what are you talking about?"

"STOP PLAYING FUCKING DUMB!" minho unconsciously yelled at jisung, making the younger shudder, they never seriously fought, let alone rise their voices at each other, the latter just stood there dumbfounded, a tear threatening to fall, but he wouldn't allow himself to cry, he just lowered his head, clutching on the hem of his sweatshirt's sleeve.

Minho knew he screwed up big time, his jealousy had taken the better of him, just assuming whatever he had built up in his head was the truth, he couldn't help but jump into conclusions, since the younger seemed to be keeping secrets from him, and that, he didn't quite understand the reason to it, since they never hid anything important from each other, and that thing right there was very important in minho's eyes "jisungie I'm sor-"

"His name is jeongin. He wanted to be my friend so i accepted since he seemed to be a nice guy, it's not everyday i can make a new friend, and the hug wasn't intentional since he was affected. i also have no idea of who that hajoon guy is. As for why i was crying, it's none of your business"

"I'm sorry, let's talk about it.." minho tried to hold the brunette's hand but got purposely avoided, the latter still not even glancing at the older's face, "let's just call it a day and go back to our homes"

"But jisung.."

"I hope you're ok with giving me a ride home? I can still call a cab"

"Hey! You won't call a cab, I'll drop you off after we finish our date, we really need to talk things out.."

"Thanks for the date, i.. still enjoyed it" this time, he looked straight at minho with his watery eyes, trying to show his biggest grin, but it turned out to be just a painful, trembling smile. He then exited the bathroom, leaving a frustrated minho behind.
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"I guess this first date just wasn't meant to be as perfect as i imagined..".

-J-