𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

15 | Obscene Sight

Darling, hold me while you wipe my tears
Falling, you say i'm wise beyond my years
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The sound of loud ringing filled the room and I groaned lightly, trying to rub away the tiredness from my eyes.

I sit up and grab my phone from the coffee table, answering it without looking because I know the screen is too bright for me at the moment.

"What?" My voice was groggy from sleep. I just remember coming home late from work and passing out on the couch, it felt like I just blinked before my phone woke me up but I knew it was two hours later.

"Jisung, I'm outside"

I felt fully awake now hearing my professor's voice on the other end of the phone. The same voice I haven't directly spoken to since the night at the club and that was a week ago.

"You're wasting your time because I'm not going outside," I tell him and put my head in my hands, I was still very much tired from the busy night I had at work.

"I'll go up to your apartment then"

I look up and furrow my brows, "No, you won't, Jeongin is home"

"I don't care about your little friend, we need to talk"

I scoff, "Don't disrespect him, he's basically my little brother you dick" I curse and stand up, walking to my room so I wouldn't be heard.

I heard his sigh loudly "Just send me your apartment number"

My jaw clenched and I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my thumb and pointer finger to them in irritation "406" I mutter before the line went dead. I lean on the wall and my head falls back into it, I didn't like how much I gave into him.

I walk out and open the door, leaning onto it as I wait not so patiently. Hearing the elevator doors open and Minho steps out, looking at me I think I saw the relief wash over his face.

"Just be quiet," I tell him, walking into the apartment and to my room. Minho walks in and I close my room door behind him. He looks at me and my brows raise "You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah because you've been avoiding me"

I scoff "The world doesn't revolve around you Minho, I have work after classes, and most nights I come home late" I found myself explaining to him but a part of me was avoiding him.

Minho pushes his lips to a thin line, most likely biting his tongue. "I get that" He walks to me and I step back, making him stop "I know you work your ass off but I just—" He groan turning away and running his finger through his hair "I don't fucking understand" He curses. "I know seeing her hurt you" He turned to me again, "I'm—"

"Why would I be hurt?" I interrupt him, "You're the one lying not me" I spat bitterly. I was hurt. I don't even know why I was but since that day I realized this was a fucked up situation.

Minho walks to me and grabs my hands but I push him away, making him stumble as my vision starts to blur. Maybe the lack of sleep made it harder for me to keep my composure or maybe I was just so overwhelmed that I couldn't hold it all in like I knew how.

Minho notices my glossy eyes and he shakes his head, grabbing my face and pressing his forehead to mine "I hate you" I whisper.

"I don't want you to"

I pull away again and look at him like he was the one cheating on me. I bite my bottom lip and push him again, this time he doesn't budge—taking my pushes "I hate you. I hate that you have a girlfriend. I hate that you made this all so fucking complicated. I hate how I want you, to touch me, kiss me—" I grab his face in my hands and lean closer to him, "To fuck me"