ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

Chapter Five

— M POV

I grabbed the table rag to wipe down the puddles of soap and water off the counters after doing the dishes. My fingertips have wrinkles on them, just like those wrinkles you'd have after swimming for a long time. After wiping off the excess water with a few paper towels, I dry my own hands and tidy up the area.

"Minho, throw the trash out for me," Changbin said while fixing his coat and getting ready to leave. I mentally scream and smile before nodding. Walking over to the big trashcan I grab the sides of the plastic and lift it with all my strength. After, I tied it into a quick knot and opened the door to throw it out into the dumpster behind the restaurant but instead got startled by fireworks. My hand dropped the bag and I took a step back as it practically busted my eardrum. I'm not overreacting.

"Fuck," I muttered. The contents of the trash bag fell so now I gotta bend down and pick it up. Starting with this rotten tangerine peel, random candy wrappers, and last but not least... a condom. Oh, what the fuck. You are some nasty ass human beings. The fireworks kept continuing even though the Fourth of July ended a while ago. I pick the bag up again letting out a large tired sigh before walking out.

"P-Please don't hurt me... I-I'm sorry." I look to the side and quickly drop the trash bag after finding Jisung curled up in a ball on the floor. He was muttering to himself and rocked back in forth. I went up to him and grabbed his shoulders as gently as I could not wanting to make him panic even more. "This is too much. Leave me alone!", he cried out. Fuck, I don't know what the hell to do. I've never really been in a situation like this.

"Jisung, look at me," I say lifting his chin with my index and middle finger. "Look at me," I repeat trying to soften my voice. I took his hand and put it on my chest as I breathed in and out hoping he would feel my heartbeat. "I'm real, I'm real." he looked up at me with glossy scared eyes, and for some odd reason my heart shattered. Jisung shuddered again once another set of fireworks fired so I covered his ears and brought him back into the restaurant. "You're going to be okay. I'm here Jisung. Minho."

The moment I shut the door, Chan came running out of the office. "I'll take him now, thank you Minho. You should get going," he panted taking Jisung into his arms. I furrowed my brows watching him take Ji away back to the office. A part of me envied Chan on how close he was with Jisung to just be able to take him away like that. I just shrugged it off and went back outside to pick up the trash I dropped a minute ago.

— R POV

Jisung sat nice and firm on the rooftop edge. He stared out at the view and took Minho's words to mind. Minho— the guy who saw his worst state just yesterday. Hopping off the ledge he turns to find the guy he was just thinking about with two cans of soda in his hands. He froze and felt a sudden wave of nervousness come upon him. His hand felt numb, just remembering it on Minho's chest.

"Do you usually come up here?", the brunette spoke up placing his backpack down. Jisung's breath hitched and he closed his eyes to sigh out of guilt. "You know, I feel like we should hang out more often... I mean we see each other all the time. I even bought you a soda to show how badly I want it."

"Who even are you?", Jisung replied coldly as his eyes narrowed. It took Minho by surprise as he stuttered but the other put a hand up to prevent the other from speaking again. "We are never close to friends so just stop talking to me and leave me alone."

Jisung quickly took his backpack and left the taller one before he tried to do anything. When the rooftop door slammed shut, Minho scratched his nape and went to sit in the same spot Jisung had just sat. Placing the unopened soda beside him, he looked out at the view, and his eyes squinted with bitterness.

"He is right... nothing but dead everything," he mumbled swinging his legs back and forth, taking a sip of his club soda again. "Two sodas for one. His loss."

— M POV

I stayed low after the gut-wrenching rejection from Jisung. I was salty. What was his deal? I've been nothing but cool and chill with him. I mean, I guess he didn't ask for it but still. It pulls at my heart whenever I see him around. Like I have to turn the other way and act like I didn't see him because he's being a moody Judy. We're probably never going to speak again—

"Minho, table number four needs extra forks. Please wash me three, right now," Jisung ordered me. That made my eyebrows lift in satisfaction that he spoke to me.

"Yes sir," I reply getting right to it. As quick and tidy as I could, I washed four forks as asked. When I was going to hand it over mid-way they were snatched out of my hands. Damn, he still doesn't want anything to do with me. Fine, I'll leave it be then. For real this time.

So, the grudge-holding person I am, I did what he wanted and didn't speak, look, or even breathe his way. If I knew he was going to be somewhere, I'd work my way around it. If he spoke to me I would do the task but wouldn't answer or look at him. It felt peaceful— too peaceful and I don't like this. I wiped down the tables and grunted in annoyance when dried sauce wouldn't leave the table. As I rubbed the spot a hand tapped my shoulder so I turned to see who it could be. Oh, it's Chan. Yippee.

"Yes?", I say fixing my posture.

"My friend Jisung is extremely apologetic for how he treated you," Chan delivered bowing before looking around and muttering with a tired face. "Please talk to him."

A smile itched onto my lips and Chan knew it too because he gave me a teasing look. I won't say anything, maybe it'll make Jisung pressured to say it to my face instead. "Have a good day hyung." I walked away like a mysterious guy and let the smile rest on my lips. He was definitely bothered.

— R POV

"What'd he say?", Jisung blabbered when Chan went back into the office.

"He told me to have a good day." The blonde sat in his rolling chair comfortably as he saw Jisung slumping. "Why can't you say it yourself?"

"I asked you to tell him for me for a reason," he groaned. "It's weird when he isn't a little mosquito clinging to my skin."

Chan chuckled watching Jisung go on a rampage knowing that Minho loved how he was going crazy. That little smile from Minho didn't go unnoticed and Chan wanted to tell Jisung so that he could go back to work but— he'd rather not.

"Wait, wait, wait— weren't you the one who told him to leave you alone?"

Jisung stuttered and sighed. "Well... yes, but—"

"But nothing... look, you need to get your shit together, apologize and then get back to work. We don't have all night," Chan finally scolded. "I'm sure it's not as deep as you make it seem."

Jisung gulped and went over to the door to peek at Minho who was restocking the napkins in the dispenser. He whined under his breath before closing the door to face Chan and mentally prepared himself. "I'm scared," he whispered.

"Go Jisung," Chan sighed annoyed causing Jisung to nod and leave the office quickly.