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4| moving in

jisung ran out, and screamed his lungs out.
that was the thing he did when he needed to calm himself down.

after that, we wasn't sure what to do.
he just stood there.
he knew that he couldn't get out of this.

soojin was the favorite, and jisung was more
like a...disappointment for them.
not exactly, but it was obvious that they preferred soojin.
and honestly, who wouldn't?

she was smarter, prettier, more successful and more popular around people.
jisung wasn't that smart, nor was he pretty, and he made his money by playing guitar in random coffee shops ( which his parents had no clue about ). he wasn't good with people either.

so if his parents said that they will move in here to support soojin, it was sure as hell he couldn't get out of this.

he sighed and returned to the dining room, still not liking the idea.

"where did you go, han?" his father asked him

*is his name han? nah, they wouldn't call him
han han, he just probably prefers to be called by his surname.*
Minho thought

"oh, I just needed some fresh air."
han quickly said and sat down.

the rest of the dinner was kind of peaceful, only talking about minhos and soojins wedding, making minho uncomfortable, while jisung had earphones in his ears, listening to music to keep himself calm.

"alright, we will move in tomorrow, and since the wedding will be in six months, we will live here those six months."

"alright then, see you tomorrow."
Mr. Lee said and shook his hand with Mr. Han

"Han let's go." mrs. Han shook hans shoulder.

he shook his head and stood up, bowed to the lee family and left together with his family.

Minho sighed.
he didn't like his fiancé at all, he couldn't imagine spending his life with her.

"I think she's really sweet, don't you think Minho?"
mrs lee said and smiled at minho.

he looked at her with hatred in his eyes and left for his room.

he quickly took off his suit and laid on his bed, sighing.

he hated this situation.

•~•

the next morning, Han woke up in his room and started packing his things.
his parents told him to take what he thought was necessary for six months, and he went by it.
he took his two suitcases and decided to put his clothes in the first one and his things in the second one, with his backpack with thing for school.
he was 19, and still going to school.

it took him kind of a long time, thinking about what to bring and what to leave.

everyone else were also packing their things.

in the afternoon, everyone was ready, and they drove to the lee house.

the maids and butlers took their suitcases and showed them the rooms.

to hans surprise, his room was next to minhos room, while soojins room was across from Minhos room.

he looked inside his room, and he had to admit, it was pretty. there was a big window with a pretty view out. he smiled to himself and started unpacking, making it cozy for himself.

when he finally finished, he opened the window and sat on the windowsill. he enjoyed the sunset and decided to take his guitar and play.

he sat back on the windowsill, and started playing his guitar and singing.
he felt at peace.

•~•

minho didn't welcome the Han family when they came.

he stayed in his room, laying in his bed.
the only good thing about this was that he wasn't forced to share a room with his fiancé.

he woke up and opened the window, to get some fresh air in.

he then sat on his chair, reading a book.

after few minutes, he heard a guitar sound.
he recognized the song.
it was the boy.

he had no idea when his room was, since he didn't help with the moving.
since he heard the guitar so closely, he opened his window and stepped on his little balcony. he looked on his sides.
the other rooms didn't have a balcony, they only had huge windows.
he looked on his right and noticed a piece of guitar sticking out.

*alright, his room is right next to mine.*
Minho thought.

jisung started singing, and Minho found himself in a euphoria.
he sang the same song that caught minhos attention in the coffee shop.

minho sat on a chair he had on the balcony, and enjoyed the private concert.
he could hear the happiness in hans voice while he was singing. just then, someone came inside his room and he stopped.

"han, what are you doing?" he recognized soojins voice

"uhm, playing my guitar?"

"you have pretty room."

"thanks, took me a lot of time to make it like this."

"did you take your meds?"

"shit I forgot."

"oh my god Han, how will you manage to live on your own?"

minho noticed that Han went inside, because he didn't see the piece of guitar sticking out.

*meds for what?*
minho thought.

"okay then, I will leave now. don't forget to take them tomorrow morning, okay?"

"okay."

minho then heard the door close.

he was caught off guard when han suddenly leaned out of the window. if han looked to his left, he would see minho sitting there.
minho didn't move, he didn't breath. he was so scared that he will notice him.

"this is too high, I won't be able to jump out of here."
han whimpered.

then he sighed.

"good thing I'm prepared."

he then went inside.

minho sighed in relief.

han came back with a rope and he tied it on a little hook the window had from the outside.
minho was carefully watching.

han then started climbing the rope, testing it.

"okay, I guess it's fine."
han climbed up again when he reached the middle of the rope. he didn't want to sneak out yet, he was just testing if it could hold him.

just then, he noticed minho on the balcony.
he got caught so off guard that he almost fell from the rope.

"shit you scared me." han sighed.

"what are you even doing?"

"finding a way to sneak out?"

"how old even are you."

"nineteen?"

"so you're still in school."

"unfortunately."

"why are you finding a way to sneak out? can't you just use the door?"

han was still on the rope.
"it's clear you never sneaked out before."

"of course I did, I'm doing it pretty often."

han chuckled.
"nice talk, but my hands are getting numb."
he said and climbed all the way up to his room.

*hes surely...interesting.*
minho thought