NOISE

28.

The chaos that followed after the family business fell apart was overwhelming. The police went in and out, asking one question after another, and his mailbox seemed to explode from all the threats people would send him. “Hannie, you really should log off”, he heard Minho say while scrolling through the emails, feeling his hand on his shoulder. It didn’t hit him as much as it should, almost as if he had grown numb to it. The only thing he was worried about was putting Minho or his friends in danger. “I’m okay, baby. I just-”, he started, slowly shaking his head as he was reading an email by a former employee of his father. “This son of a bitch”, he cursed, wanting to throw the laptop against the wall. Minho flinched at the sudden raise of voice and Jisung frowned at him apologetically. “Sorry”, he muttered and got off the chair, slowly closing the distance. He wrapped his hands around Minho’s waist and pulled him closer. “What made you upset?”, Minho asked, wrapping his own arms around Jisung’s body. “There’s a former employee demanding money for whatever reason. Don’t worry about it, okay? Wanna go out tonight and clear our minds a little?”, he asked and placed a peck on Minho’s soft lips, watching him smile and nod.

He was watching Minho struggle finding a nice outfit, giggling at his grimaces whenever he looked at the mirror, not happy with his choice. “Baby, you’re gonna look amazing no matter what you’re wearing”, he said, having Minho imitate him sulkily. “That’s easy for you to say, you look amazing whatever you wear”, Minho replied and threw a red button up shirt on a stack of clothes next to him on the bed. He got up from Minho’s bed and stood behind him, gently placing his hands on Minho’s waist and forcing him to turn around. “So do you, Minho”, he said and raised his hand, softly stroking his cheek. “And it doesn’t matter what you wear, baby. I’ll rip it off your body later anyway”, he muttered against his lips, making Minho giggle flustered. “Stop it”, he heard him whine before closing the distance, pulling him into a desperate kiss. Days went by without them getting a break from calls, visitors or applications for jobs and Jisung was getting restless. He wanted Minho, he needed him in more than one way. “It’s just going to take longer if you keep doing this”, Minho complained and he grinned, shrugging his shoulders innocently. “I’m not doing anything”, he answered, gently squeezing Minho’s cheeks. “Han Jisung”, Minho whined, and Jisung enjoyed the reaction his touch was getting. “Alright princess. Get ready, I’m waiting for you in the living room”, he said defeatedly and placed another kiss on Minho’s lips before leaving the room.

He heard Minho groan frustrated and chuckled as he slowly walked through the hallway and joined Chan in the living room. “Is he always such a diva?”, he asked the older one, making him grin. “Always”, Chan confirmed and looked up from his laptop. “How are you feeling?” Jisung shrugged his shoulders. He felt numb, as if it was a fever dream he was waiting to wake up from. “I’m okay. I should have seen it coming”, he answered and sat on the couch, leaning back and watching one of Minho’s cats jump up the scratching tree in the corner. “I mean, in a way I guess I saw it coming. It was a possibility. I just didn’t think he’d drag my mom into it, you know?” Chan nodded slowly. “What’s your plan now?”, the older one asked and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I’m going to sell the house and try to find my own place. And I need to find a job.” He watched Seungmin walk through the door, handing him a glass of water. “Is it poisoned?”, he asked jokingly, making Seungmin glare at him. “If I wanted to get rid of you, this is not how I would do it”, he retorted, handing Chan the other glass of water. Jisung didn’t take long to notice that both Chan and Seungmin were caretakers, no matter what. Almost like the parents of the whole group.

“Thank you”, he said and chugged it down in one go. Minho walked through the door wearing a dark blue silk shirt and tight black jeans, making Jisung’s heart skip a beat. He had a thin black scarf wrapped around his beautiful throat and Jisung had to suppress the urge to pull at it and kiss him silly. “You look beautiful”, he said, stunned, and got up from the couch, slowly walking towards him. He watched his words unfold and Minho’s cheeks turn pink. “Thank you”, Minho mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear, making him grin sheepishly. He tugged at the scarf and pulled him into a kiss, ignoring Seungmin’s complaints. “Get a room”, he heard him say and Minho giggled against his lips. “Now you know what we all had to suffer through these past years”, Minho answered and stuck out his tongue teasingly before leaving the room. Jisung followed him and helped him into his shoes. “Is your knee still not better?”, he asked and looked up at him, waiting for Minho to lift his other foot. The other one shook his head and bit on the inside of his lips. “What did the doctor say this morning?”, Jisung got back onto his feet and put his own shoes on. “It’s gonna take a while to heal. Especially now that I put too much pressure the other day. But nothing too bad”, Minho answered and handed him his biker jacket. Jisung nodded and helped him into his coat. “I told you”, Jisung said and placed a kiss on his lips. “You look beautiful and I can’t wait to get those clothes off your body later.”