Sparks Flew

I Do Care

What the fuck? Jisung watched Minho walk away, as his ears turned red, confusion plastered all over Jisung's face. He sat in the grass picking up the leatherback book and starting the scene over. Jisung was going to ask him about it later, but not because he cared, he was just super pist that Minho got so mad because he messed up a little. They started the scene over, a few times, but they didn't have a lot of time to do this scene because the sun wouldn't just stay setting.

By the time they finished everything up, it had become dark, they still had scenes to do in the field and somewhere in the dark, but Jonathan let them clean up and go home for the night. Jisung saw Minho talking with some of the camera crew and walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"What's your problem?" Jisung forced Minho to look at him when he asked the question.

"You." Minho responded flatly, removing Jisung's hand from his shoulder.

"Why did you blow up on me like that! It wasn't that big a deal." Jisung crossed his arms. "I don't appreciate being yelled at."

"Ya well I don't appreciate being forced into people's laps." Minho said coldly. "Go whine to your messenger boy." Minho turned to walk away, but Jisung grabbed the front of his jacket he had put on earlier.

It was one thing to talk about Jisung, but you spill a word about someone else he knows, he's gonna go ham. Jisung pulled on the sides of the jacket, making Minho stumble that much closer to him. "His name is Felix." Minho did the same thing with his eyes that he did on set, but, more?

Minho pinched lightly at Jisung's stomach, making him let go and flinch back. "Yea yea, don't get your tits twisted." Minho put a finger on Jisung's chest. "Han-nah." The urge to slap Minho across the face was so strong, Jisung might have done it if Seungmin hadn't pulled Minho away.

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Jisung was so tired after that filming for absolutely no reason, he practically collapsed onto his bed. Felix made him a tea and put it on his nightstand before going home himself, which Jisung was very grateful for. He picked up the hot cup and turned on 'Howl's Moving Castle' and settled into his bed, sipping his tea and enjoying his show. He didn't last long, finishing only half his cup before falling asleep with the TV playing.

Jisung woke up in the middle of the night to his TV still going and his phone going off. He turned off the TV and picked up his phone, an unfamiliar number spamed him a few times saying, 'wake up'. He opened the message.

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Sungie: Who is this?

***-***-***: It's Minho.

Sungie: How the fuck did you get this number? And why are you bothering me at ungodly hours of the morning?

Annoying Cat Man: I stole it from Hyunjin :)

Sungie: ???

Annoying Cat Man: From the photo shoot the other week

Sungie: That was like three weeks ago?? Why are you just bothering me now???

Annoying Cat Man: Because I couldn't sleep and you're the only person I don't feel bad about bethering, also why are you up rn?

Sungie: BECAUSE YOU DECIDED IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO SPAM ME AT SOMETHING AM

Annoying Cat Man: I'm gonna go sleep now

Sungie: I'm gonna kill you

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Jisung took a deep breath, turned his phone off, and squeezed it in his hand to be sure he wouldn't drop it in his sleepy haze. He peeled his covers off, knowing there was no way he's going back to sleep, and put on a robe hanging from his door, placing his phone in his pocket. He opened his door carefully and walked into the kitchen, his eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness. A cold breeze flew across Jisung's face as he opened the refrigerator door. He was happy to see that he still had one slice of cheesecake left in a plastic container. Careful fingers grasped tightly to the plate and pulled it out, placing it on the counter and shutting the door. He pooped the lid off the container and got a fork from the drawer underneath him, eagerly slicing into the piece and taking a bite. Jisung made a pleased noised as he swallowed the sweet cake.