The next weeks went by as usual, but something didn't felt right.
Something felt so odd to Minho.
Jisung he wasn't talking to him as usual. He was quite most of the time right now.
Talking if only to be talked to.
Which was eating Minho up.
His little squirrel wasn't like this at all, he is one of the most talkative person out there.
He usually doesn't be this quite if he is not sick or something is not bothering him.
And Minho is dedicated to find that. What is wrong with the love of his life.
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After coming home from collage, he found Jisung sitting on the kitchen counter eating ice-cream from the bar he bought somedays ago.
He slowly went behind Jisung.
Trying not to startle the poor boy, but he also have another plan in mind.
You see, Jisung is one of the sensitivity person if sick or anxious, who cries easily with just a little raise of voice.
Minho is going to use that as his advantage.
He knows it's not a good idea, but he is left with no choice.
He tried to ask Han multiple times what's wrong.
Just to be find Jisung change the topic or says there's nothing wrong.
He isn't sick either.
If he was, he would have been whimpering like a child, not leaving his bed even for a minute.
He hates those time when Jisung fell sick, more than Jisung himself.
He hate seeing his baby weak and not smiling. But that's a story for another time.
Right now he needs to find what's wrong.
Going behind him. Taking a deep breath. Getting ready for the act.
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"Han. Jisung". Minho said his voice stern and strict.
He saw the younger flinch infront of him, already regretting his idea but he can't back up now.
"What. Are. You. DOING. You know that's a expensive bar of ice-cream I bought, I am expecting some guest, and you JUST".
Minho said his voice holding the dominance, eyes wide from 'anger', a pretty facade.
Even though he was acting this way, inside he is cursing the shit out of himself for his behaviour.
He would and could NEVER put someone else first other than his baby. Not even the fucking president.
But right now he have to do this for his loves sake.
"I. Said. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing".
As Minho went on, Jisung lost all the colours from his face.
He never saw this boyfriend this angry. He never want to.
Minho never called him by his full name, he don't know what to do anymore.
He was shaking, tears already shedding off his eyes.
His breath hitched without even speaking a word.
Han got down of the counter, hand shaking, legs wobbly.
"Just ANSWER ME, HAN FUCKING JISUNG". Minho shouted finally.
