Rich Boy (Minsung)

17.

No ones POV

The sun shines through a crack in the curtains. Jisung is lying on the olders chest, their breathing matching the rhythm of each other. Minho shakes is shoulder gently,

"Mmmhmh," he grumbles, still not moving.

"Baby, come on, it's time to wake up," he looks up shocked,

shit.

His face flushes red, realizing what he said.

"Wha-what did you just call me?" The older feels his face heat up, about to answer when a knock makes them both turn to the door.

"Come in." He says, fully sitting up. A girl opens the door,

"Mrs. Lee requests your presence for a conversation. She said that you would know what she means, oh, and Jisung is requested to." She finishes, glaring at the boy before leaving.

"What's that about?" He asks, turning to the taller boy.

"We are going to talk to my parents about the problems you've been having. Get dressed quickly and we can go." They got dressed in their usual attire, Minho's being a simple shirt and jeans while Jisung is in his uniform.

They walk downstairs, no one being around as it's still half an hour until work starts. At the dining table, the olders parents sit on one side, smiling kindly while the two sit on the other side.

"Now Minho, Jisung, what happened? What is the problem you were talking about?"

"Recently, Jisung has been waking up with cuts on his skin. Someone, who is jealous of us being friends, has been doing it. He recently went to hospital because of it, so he moved into my room. Since then, people have been gossiping and spreading rumors about him. Some even going as far to harass him." He answers formally.

"Can I see the scars?" His mum asks. Jisung nods and rolls up his sleeve. They look at it, less surprised than expected.

"Is that the only one?" He shakes his head, pulling down his shirt a bit and revealing his collarbone.

"There's another one on my leg too," he adds, pulling his shirt up.

"So, son, what's your request?" His father turns to Minho.

"I request that he works with me in my office, I could use a helper with all the work I've been getting." The two nod,

"We will discuss for a second, please wait in the hallway." They get up, walking out and waiting nervously. Jisung wants this, but not just for getting away from everyone, but for the fact he would get to spend more time with Minho. What he didn't know, was that the other was thinking the exact same way.

"You can come back in," they call after a couple minutes.

"Jisung is allowed to move into your office, but he will only be paid 30 dollars an hour instead of 50. That's our deal, no bargaining." The two boys look at each other, Minho sending an apologetic look because of the pay decrease.

"Deal." Says the smaller boy.

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Felix goes about his daily jobs. He hasn't seen Jisung, so he must've been able to get that other job. As he empties the vase of flowers to clean out, he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around, nearly dropping the vase at the ethereal boy standing in front of him.

"H-Hi, um-do you need anything?" He stutters, avoiding the others piercing gaze. He feels his face heating up and cringes at his stuttering. Suddenly the boy breaks into a smile, grabs Felix's hand and starts shaking it.