Drive Me Insane

I Got Issues...You Got 'Em Too

Jisung 

Jisung still didn't know what to make of Minho's sudden mood switch. The man in question had locked his phone and taken his hand like everything was fine. 

As he makes his way to Chan's studio, Jisung tries to rationalize Minho's odd behavior. He wasn't one to pry, but the sudden change was startling. How does someone go from being absolutely livid to being completely calm and collected? What could anyone say to Minho in the first place that would have him that upset? The questions didn't stop, not even when Changbin opened to door for him and shoved a pair of headphones in his hands. 

"Aw Jisung, come on." Changbin groans, dragging out the last word. "I refuse to work with you while you're spacing out. Spit it out you angsty squirrel." 

Chan spins his chair at the sound of Changbin's voice. He looks Jisung up and down before shaking his head, a small smile on his face. Jisung drops onto the couch that's pushed up against the wall facing the sound booth and glares at Changbin. 

"I'm not an angsty squirrel and it's nothing...Just Minho."  

Changbin rolls his eyes and Chan's smile gets even fonder. He takes his headphones off his head, setting them on the table, before turning his full attention to Jisung.

"Great so you really are going to be completely useless unless we talk about this. Come on Jisungie, tell Channie and I about you're boy trouble. "

At Jisung's look, Changbin amends his statement. 

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot only Minho can call you Jisungie now." 

Jisung lobs the closest pillow in his reach at Changbin's head. He misses but that doesn't stop Changbin from acting like he was shot. 

"Chan controll you're feral rat child." Jisung scoffs, more amused than offended. 

"Can't. You had that one coming." Jisung rounds on Chan, offended. 

"I am not a rat!" Chan only laughs, head tilted back. "Oh? But you do admit that you're feral and my child?" Jisung throws a pillow at him too, missing for the second time. 

"Whatever both of you suck." Changbin snickers, opening his mouth no doubt to say something filthy, but Chan's elbow to his gut shuts him up. Thank God for dads. 

"Tell us about Minho Jisung." He says rubbing a soothing hand over a hunched over Changbin's back. 

Jisung sighs, sinking further into the couch. 

"He got really mad earlier but he acted like nothing happened. I don't understand why he tried so hard to hide it afterward. He acted like he never got angry in the first place." 

Changbin looks at him, brows pinched in confusion. 

"And that's a problem why?" Jisung huffs. Changbin was just as emotionally constipated as Seungmin. 

"Because it makes me feel like he doesn't trust me with his emotions. I've seen him naked on several occasions but he doesn't want me to see his raw emotions. It makes me feel useless." 

Chan nods his head slowly.

"That's understandable but also unfair. Where Minho shows his emotions but pretends like it didn't happen, you bottle them up and spill them to everyone but him. You're both being ridiculous about being vulnerable in front of each other. I mean it makes sense though. You guys went from enemies to making out in practice rooms." Chan says, shrugging.

"Well even Minho's openness about your relationship with him is odd and surprising. After that whole debacle with his parents in high school,  I didn't think he would openly like much less date anyone ever again." Changbin blurts out before a look of horror crosses his face. He looks as if he's said something he shouldn't have.