ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

Chapter Twelve

R POV —

Jisung waited on the rooftop for Minho, fixing the hair clips he applied to his hair. His cheeks rosy at the mere thought of the brunette complimenting him. A smile crossed his lips as he peeked at the courtyard and gasped under his breath seeing Minho locking his bike.  He bit his bottom lip excitedly watching the older walk towards the inside of school. Minho looked expectedly luminous when he greeted his classmates and flipped his hair charmingly. Surely he would walk through the rooftop's doors in a minute or two. Jisung breathed in and out deeply and fixed his posture.

The bell rang indicating students to go to their first class. "Did I upset him with what I said yesterday?", Jisung muttered taking the clips out of his hair. He put them away in his backpack and stood up to head to class. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't upset because Minho didn't come when he was present at school. Jisung slouched and opened the weighted doors to walk down the stairs. "Why didn't he come up?"

His breathing became unsteady and his heart felt clenched with the fear of slowly losing Minho because he acted weird the day before. He flicked his rubber band against his wrist as he became lightheaded, having to take a break midway down the stairs. A shaky hand reached for his chest in a failed attempt to balance his heartbeats and breathing. He lifted his head to stare out the window and squint his eyes. Jisung had attached himself to the brunette, this wasn't anything to celebrate.

When Jisung went to work he clocked in and put his apron on. Making his way to the enormous sink filled with mountains of dirty dishes. He clapped his hands preparing himself for hours of scrubbing before putting on loose yellow gloves that went up to his elbows. Jisung turned the faucet on only to turn it off along with his gloves to the sight of Minho walking in, in a hurry.

"Minho," he called walking up to the older who glanced and hummed but didn't stop to prepare sides. "Where were you? I was waiting at the rooftop all morning."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was occupied this morning so I wasn't able to make it. I didn't know you were waiting for me, I apologize again," Minho replied in a rush placing the side bowls onto a tray. Jisung frowned at that because he wasn't even sparing a glance.

"You should know that I wait for you every day," the younger said sternly, putting a hand down on the counter firmly creating a thud. Minho finally looked at him but with eyes full of stress.

"Well, it was never said that we would meet up every day. Especially since you don't go to the roof unless you feel like it, it's unpredictable and it leaves me waiting for you too. It's a bit hypocritical don't you think? Coming to me angry that I didn't go to the rooftop for one day when you don't go unless you feel like it."

Jisung took a deep breath, his hand reaching for his rubber band and flicking it causing him to flinch slightly. "I just beg for you to come when you can... and if you can't, tell me in advance, please. I know that's a bit much to ask for but I really just..." Jisung chewed his bottom lip not knowing what to say because he found himself absurd for complaining about something like this midway.

His voice of despair made Minho release a sigh and rub his forehead with his fingers. "Okay, look— I promise that I will tell you from now on. I'm sorry for lashing out at you. I'll get going now." He lifted the tray of sides and speeded away to deliver them.

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Minho let out a breath walking up the flight of stairs to meet Jisung for lunch at their usual hangout spot. He held a lunch pail filled with two bento boxes that his Mom had made for him and Jisung. When he opened those heavy doors, he halted midway seeing Jisung combing his hair behind his ear, hair clips in, and most importantly... some pretty boy next to him. The brunette's eyes squinted with displeasure seeing the way Jisung smiled shyly. The new guy was all charming, flipping his jet-black hair and showing off his pearly whites— sounding almost like Minho. They didn't seem to notice him standing so he cleared his throat staring directly at Jisung.

"Oh, Minho! Come here, this is a new friend of mine. He's new here," the younger exclaimed signaling Minho to sit beside him.

Minho grumbled and waved with a sarcastic smile before sitting down. "Hey man, my name is Kaius—"

Ignoring the latter, Minho opened the lunch pail and handed the shorter his bento box with a pair of chopsticks on top. "Here, my mom made it for you," he said calmly. Jisung laughed awkwardly looking at Kaius who sucked his inner cheeks. The Raven took the box in hand and thanked Minho.

"So... I heard you liked painting—"

"My mom didn't know if you were okay with onions being in the rice," Minho interrupted pointing at the side of rice in the box causing Kaius to chuckle and stand up.

"I best be going," he reacted to the arrogance.

"It sure is," the other responded smiling in satisfaction. Kaius scoffed and left leaving Minho grinning. He looked down at his food before placing it down on the concrete floor and turned towards Jisung. He leaned in and savored the way the younger froze at how close they were. Minho reached for the clips in Jisung's hair to remove them and place them down. "I didn't know we were bringing people now."

"He's really sweet... and I thought you would enjoy his company because you both enjoy painting," Jisung spoke attempting to grab the hair clips but a hand went over his and weighed it down.

"As if, I've seen his drawings earlier they're shit— so what? You're just going to bring him to the rooftop now? How do you know that the 'I love painting!' thing isn't just an act to impress you?"

"Why are you being like that? I didn't know we couldn't bring anyone." Jisung's eyebrows curved in confusion wondering what the irritation was about. Why Minho was so bothered by the presence of a guy that he had barely just met?

"This place was meant for just us and it's always been. Why do you think I haven't brought anyone?"

"I don't know... I assumed it was because you don't have many friends that you like being around," Jisung muttered with intimidation overwhelming his body.

"Wow. Just wow Jisung. I didn't know how much of a joke you took me for," Minho scoffed taking a stand to leave but the younger didn't take it as an end and stood up too.

"Why are you acting jealous?"

"Because I am jealous!", Minho blurted turning around to come face to face with Jisung.

"You're still my friend Minho. You'll always be my first pick, he's not even close to replacing you, no one is!"

"If you think this is about friendship then you are naive," Minho whispered trying to cool down his temper. Jisung sucked in the air and held his breath at the response, his eyes locked with Minho's dark ones. "I should get going, you can eat my meal. I no longer have an appetite."

After he left Jisung let out a pant and could feel his cheeks beginning to burn. Did Minho like him? What did he mean he was naive for thinking the reason of his jealousy was because of friendship? The only other possible reason was that Minho... liked him right? Jisung's chest heaved up and down, his heart beating as he recapped how close and possessive Minho seemed. The fucked up part of Jisung wanting Minho to be possessive for him was flooding his thoughts.

"Oh what are we?", Jisung whined quietly holding onto his chest. He looked down at the bento boxes that sat beside each other, half-eaten.