you're mine (i'm yours)┊ °❀ [ lee know x han ]

✧. ┊    07

"Jisung, it'll make you feel better, I swear," Seungmin droned over the phone, voice growing only slightly on edge, as though he was prepared to say fuck it, and hang up. Jisung had been whining for a while now about things recently, not everything, of course, just the necessary stuff.

Which was mostly just a vague, 'The same guy that was killing my targets is being annoying because I'm confused about him.' Jisung didn't go into much more detail.

So it made sense that Seungmin would suggest going to a bar to lighten Jisung's mood if only his bed wasn't so warm.

With a loud sigh, Jisung gave in, " Fine, as long as you buy me a drink when we get there."

He was positive that he could hear Seungmin's eye roll through the screen, from the way he huffed through his nose, the sound drowning in Jisung's ear. "Whatever," Seungmin puffed out, "I'll text you the address, you better be there Jisung."

His tone was a little threatening, Jisung had to admit, which was the main motivation he had for climbing out of bed and dragging himself into the shower, not necessarily wanting to face an angry Seungmin on top of everything else he was dealing with right now.

Jisung has been conflicted in these last couple of days, to say the least.

Minho was running through his mind, unwanted and unwelcome, as Jisung would categorize it. It wasn't that he wanted to forget everything they had done, and it didn't really change whatever they had going on if he could even call it that.

It was mostly just Jisung being fucking stubborn, too wrapped up in the thin layer of detest that he had for Minho, unable to move on from how pissed he usually got.

No matter how good Minho made him feel, no matter how much his body yearned for him, Jisung was stuck on his work.

Minho was simply an obstacle along Jisung's road, stopping him momentarily until he was able to move on, to continue. The problem, however, Jisung was virtually obsessed with Minho.

He was obsessed with his body, his muscles, his voice, even the way they bickered back and forth. Jisung felt drawn to Minho, in some bizarre way. By the time Jisung had acknowledged that fact, however, the heat of his water was deteriorating, and he removed himself from his thoughts, and the shower , in turn.

When Jisung had drawn on clothes, a simple, white, shoulderless tank top, and a pair of black pants, he came to yet another realization. He didn't want to be obsessed with Minho.

In fact, he wanted the exact opposite.

He wanted to hate Minho's guts.

And he did, sometimes. When Minho shoots him a look of victory after taking yet another one of Jisung's targets, and Jisung's blood burns with loathing until the moment he speaks the words of defeat to Chan. Or when Minho snips back at him, saying something that digs under Jisung's skin, prickling him from the inside out.

-

Jisung arrived at the club twenty minutes later than Seungmin had requested him to get there.

However, contrary to Jisung's assumption, Seungmin greeted him with a smile and a small hug. "Ah– Sungie, I thought you would bail on me," Seungmin displayed, his voice only slightly uneven. Jisung assumed that he was already a few drinks deep.

"Never," Jisung droned.

Seungmin shot him back an irritated look, while mainly lighthearted, it was an undeniable contrast from his smile only a few seconds ago.