ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ㅡ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ (ᴍɪɴꜱᴜɴɢ)

IV - 4

The weeks flew by at Chanyeong Academy, and it had been a month since the curious duo had been forced to share a dormitory.

In that time, Jisung had learned to appreciate the older man a little more, when he wasn't upset and wanting to kill someone, of course.

Nor did they run into each other on many occasions throughout the day, since Jisung spent long hours in the library studying alone or in the company of Felix and Seungmin, while Minho would disappear from his sight like a flash as soon as the doorbell rang of the last class rang and reappeared at night.

Although, there was still the fact that they still met in most of their classes. Since none of his other classmates wanted, or dared, to sit with the brunette, Jisung had ended up moving to the chair next to the table where Minho sat.

It's not that Jisung was upset by this change either, don't get it wrong, Jisung was just trying to concentrate on his classes and since the older boy didn't bother him during them, Jisung didn't feel upset with him. This one was even quieter than his previous tablemate, since he spent most of his time on his cell phone or sleeping.

And it was precisely in one of these classes, specifically a very boring math class, in which even Jisung felt like falling asleep because of how incredibly insufferable it was, that Minho decided to start a conversation with the shorter one.

"Han-ah" He called to the brunette to come out of his trance that was supposedly called 'mathematics' and pay attention to the older man.

"Uh? Is something wrong hyung?" Jisung asked in confusion. "I try to pay attention in class."

Lie, even Jisung had ended up in his own thoughts before continuing to pay attention to that class.

"You were about to fall asleep! Well, that's not what I wanted to tell you. Have you heard about the party?"

"Party? There's a party? But it's not allowed!" He said the latter, raising his voice a little in surprise.

"Mr. Han, don't talk in my classes!" The teacher reprimanded him.

"If you scream so much trying to have a conversation, I can't imagine what you'd scream in bed," Minho murmured with a sly smile.

"Hyung!" He scolded him in a whispered shout "Don't say such obscene things!"

"Yes yes...Well, you listen up! My friend Chan is having a party tomorrow at the gym and anyone who wants to attend is invited."

Jisung thought for a few seconds in which he studied the older man's expression before answering.

"One, the gym is closed, and the teachers will never give you the key-"

Minho interrupted him.

"It's a good thing I know how to pick locks then" he said in a playful voice.

"And second... Why are you telling me precisely?"

"To make you go obviously."

Jisung stared at Minho as if he was stupid.

"No thanks." He said firmly.

Go to a party full of sweaty teenagers that is probably infested with alcohol and drugs? No thanks. Jisung hated that kind of environment and wasn't willing to think anything other than his decision.

"Have you even been to a party before?" Minho asked, giving the shorter one a mischievous look.

"Eh no"

"Then why don't you want to go?"

"It's not exactly my favourite environment..."

"How do you know it's not 'your favourite eviorment' if you've never been to a party?" Minho annoyed by making fun of the way he had described the party.