Stray Kids | i hate to admit

Phobia | 2 | Hyunjin

Length warning : 10300+ words

Hyunjin came back from class, slightly exhausted, and set his blue physics book on the kitchen table, noticing both Jisung and Minho's phone already resting there.

That's weird. Are they home?

He looked down and noticed Minho's shoes at the door and his backpack at the table too. Minho was definitely in the apartment. But why didn't he hear them?

Hyunjin checked the common areas, but the two were nowhere to be found. He became slightly suspicious whether or not they were planning some sort of prank.

Are they gonna try to jump out and scare me?

Amateurs.

The shoes are at the door, idiots.

Hyunjin wasn't that stupid. It was gonna take a lot for these two punks to try to scare him.

After checking his own room to make sure nothing was tempered with, he finally went toward Jisung's room, knowing they'd have to be in there. There was no where else to hide.

He opened the door swiftly, trying to prevent the two from having any time to prepare whatever nonsense prank they were trying to pull.

He wasn't going to be that easy to shock.

Boy, was he wrong.

Hyunjin had not been more shocked in his entire life.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw his little brother straddling his shirtless best friend's lap on the bed.

And Hyunjin saw red.

"What the fuck?" He shouted immediately.

The two culprits sat up straight like a knee-jerk reaction.

"Oh fuck," Minho replied in a low tone.

"Hyung!" Jisung said and looked at him with eyes wide.

"Get the fuck off him, Jisung," Hyunjin commanded, stalking forward as if he would do it himself if Jisung didn't comply.

Jisung inched back, swung his leg over Minho and sat on his knees next to him on the bed. "Hyung why are you in my room?!"

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" He said, looking down at the two, rage evident in his face and voice.

"Nothing!" Jisung defended.

"Dude, get the fuck out of his bed," Hyunjin demanded, nose flaring in anger.

Minho hopped off in a rush, leaving Jisung on his knees on the bed by himself. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Are you guys gonna try to say this isn't what it looks like? Cuz that's fucking bullshit," Hyunjin gritted out.

"No, it's what it looks like," Minho admitted, looking straight at Hyunjin.

"This better fucking stop," Hyunjin ordered, grabbing Minho's arm, his grip making it evident, he was not joking around. "Don't touch him, Minho. I fucking mean it." And roughly shoved his arm away.

They both looked at each other. Hyunjin's eyes were fully serious. And Minho took in a deep breath. He knew it was time to leave.

He turned to look at Jisung one last time, seeing desperate and scared eyes.

"Get the fuck out," Hyunjin whispered in a low and rough tone, one last time, interrupting any potential moment the two could have had.

Minho looked at Hyunjin again and nodded. He grabbed his shirt from the floor by the door and left, the door slamming loudly behind him.