True love? || Minsung / Chanmin

Chapter 13: A Deal

Seungmin's pov:

I stood behind the bushes in front of Felix's house, trying to listen to the conversation going on in front of me but unable to decipher what's being said. I recognized Irene in front of the house, speaking to a shady looking man drenched in the color black. From a distance, he looked like Snape. I was trying my hardest not to make a noise. I hadn't thought there would be people around here at this time, considering it was 2 a.m.

 I was just trying to fix my position because my hand was starting to hurt from holding up my body weight. I tried my hardest not to make a noise, hoping that I would get lucky and not catch their attention. Guess luck wasn't on my side that night. I slipped and my knee hit a branch underneath me, creating a loud snapping sound, which echoed in the silent night. Shit. Irene and Snape-lookalike turned toward the bushes, and started heading in my direction, brows furrowed and voices hushed. I frantically looked around me, hoping to find something to hide behind. But, as I said, luck just wasn't on my side that night. 

I stood up just as they arrived. I chuckled nervously as I looked between the two.

"Seungmin? What the fuck are you doing here?" Irene demanded. Snape-lookalike was looking at me in confusion. 

"I- uh... I was pooping in the bushes." I lied, mentally cringing at myself. Why was that the first lie that came to my mind? Both of them looked disgusted, staring at me as if I was a psychopath, which, well, I kinda was. 

"No you weren't." Snape-lookalike stated. "You were eavesdropping. How much did you hear?"

"I didn't hear a thing, I swear." I rushed. "It's just that, it's not every day that you see two people conversing in front of someone else's house at 2 a.m. I was just curious." 

Irene stared me up and down, and I saw an idea forming in her eyes. "Hoshi, I have an idea. How about we get him to help us?" 

"Who's Hoshi?" I asked.

"Me, who else?" Snape-lookalike, now Hoshi, said. "And I think he'll be able to help us."

"Help you with what?" I asked, confused. 

"Listen, we have this plan, but you mustn't tell anyone." Irene then proceeded to explain to me their plan in detail. I won't say what that plan is just yet. And as she neared the end of her explanation, I found myself nodding along. 

In the end I agreed to help them, got both of their numbers, and started my way back to my dorm. The breeze was nice and cool that night, and it felt nice as it ran through my hair. But for some reason, I felt unsafe. As if something, or someone, was following me. I stopped walking and turned around, only to relax when I saw who was following me. It was Chan. He was wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants. His blond hair was messy and ruffled by the wind. It was perfect. He looked beautiful.

"Hi. What are you doing out this late?" He greeted, rubbing the back of his neck. I noticed that that was something he does when he's nervous. 

"I just wanted to poop in some plants." I joked. He looked at me weirdly before realizing it was a joke and chuckling. God, that chuckle was enough to turn me on. "I just wanted to have a walk." I answered his question properly this time, even though that wasn't the truth. "Why are you here?" I asked.

"I just... I couldn't sleep." He replied. He looked like he was hiding something, but I didn't press it. We didn't say much more, and just kept walking together. The silence was comfortable. I don't know what took over me, but I slipped my hand into his and intertwined our fingers. He looked surprised, but he didn't pull away from me. Instead he held my hand tighter. 

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I genuinely have no idea what the fuck I was thinking of while writing this chapter. What do you guys think their plan is?

Bye, I'm gonna go poop in a bush.

Word count: 694 words.