Crazy || Hyunlix

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"He said he fucking knew how I was." Jisung said, he was looking at hyunjin who was sitting Infront of him currently. He didn't have much to say besides the fact he was completely pissed off. deep down though, he knew he wanted to let minho speak.

he had to put himself first for once though, he'd always put Minho above him and his self-respect. but today he would change that. 

as he thought. 

"Maybe he does," hyunjin said. him and jisung were friends, only through Felix. he was surprised jisung hadn't "roundhoused" him for all the bullshit he's done.

"How? he doesn't know me internally. he's a piece of walking shit."

"you two dated, jisung, that's probably why."

jisung was sitting in hyunjins office like this was therapy. he normally did do this; Felix was making coffee for them since it was the morning after. jisung was happy that Felix found him a man that treated him right. especially since the things Felix had went through with his job and the other men that horribly disrespected him. 

"So?" Jisung shrugged, he didn't want to admit the fact hyunjin was right and Minho knew almost everything about him. from his inside to his outside, Minho knew it all unfortunately. so of course it was hard to move on. it was how toxic he was.  jisung had gotten used to it. it created something the brain thought was love to him.

"Besides, i can find someone else."

"Really?"

hyunjin raised an eyebrow, smirking as if he didnt believe a single thing jisung was saying. he knew the two would be back together by the end of the night. "yes, i can. watch me." jisung crossed his arms. 

Hyunjin clearly didn't take jisung seriously.

"I'm done with him."

"You'll be with him by next week."

"Stop doubting me!"

Jisung frowned. He watched Felix enter from the side of his eye, entering hyunjins office with a scoff hearing those words. He wasn't even a part of the conversation, yet he somehow knew who jisung was done with.

He sat the coffee down, one in front of each of the two, pulling up an office chair to sit next to his lover and in front of his best friend.

"So, we're focusing on ourselves, right? No boys, correct?" Felix asked. He crossed his legs so firmly, tilting his head as he took a long sip of the coffee that was made.

"Yeah, no minho, either."

"Yeah, that's something I'd bet on."

"Hyunjin."

Felix hit the man in the cheat, watching him jolt. "Just watch." Jisung rolled his eyes, beginning to walk away from the large room, he'd already collected his things anyways.

Felix couldn't really keep himself together, holding a laugh when jisung was ranting.

No one truthfully believes he could leave minho alone.

Jeongin scrambled the eggs in the pan, it was morning time. Something he enjoyed was making food for his boyfriend.

"Good morning." Jeongin heard from behind, his eyes leveling out to behind him. Staring at Chan, who had such a nice messy look to him, he let him sleep longer, which showed a lot.

"Hi." Jeongin said. It was the day after there talk— specifically about Chan changing his ways. He wasn't sure if he was stuck to those words yet. But Chan didn't say good morning usually, so this was a good start.

"Is everything okay?"

Chan asked gently.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about yesterday."

Chan seemed to have froze a bit. He didn't really say much back. He just pressed the coffee machine in the corner.  responding back wasn't an option at all if he was being honest.

"Chan?"

"Hm?"

"Are you really going to change? For me?"

Chan just ran his hand over his face for a moment. Looking back finally, to see jeongins face. "I mean, it's all I've wanted from you. Ever since I met you, which was for you to like me and change." He smiled a bit.

"Jeongin, I really don't know."

The younger expression fell a little, he just slowly reached for the knob that turned down the heat, turning it fully off.

"But you said—"

"It must've been the kind of night."

"Oh, alright."

Jeongin couldn't believe it. Chan lied once again. He said he'd change. But he wasn't sure if he would. There were so many questions unasked, but Chan canceled them out.

He stopped the coffee maker, grabbing the mug to not spill any, and he began to walk away to the room. He shut the door, not even saying much more.

Not again.