Jisung was sitting at the bar once more. He hadn't seen minho in two weeks. He couldn't lie. The lonely soul in him was coming back. He'd gotten used to minho being the sun in his sudden darkness.
But now he just played around the cup, using his finger to trace around the cup. His eyes were low, and his shoulders heavy as he looked around, he hated this.
"Uh, can I get the special. I'm feeling different." Jisung heard. He looked across the bar. His eyes catching someone. He smiled on the inside, hearing minhos voice.
He hated how he got so attached, minho didn't even seem to care. Jisung guessed he was staring for too long as minho finally connected the eye contact.
Yet he stared with such a different look.
He glared as if he had a point to ignore jisung. He didn't want to see him. Jisung flashed a gentle smile, bringing his hand up awkwardly to wave. But minho didn't even return it.
Minho just grabbed the drink politely, thanking the bar tender before immediately scarfing the drink down. He didn't want to be here now that he realized jisung was there.
Jisung stood up. He couldn't just let minho leave without an awsner. He wanted to speak to minho, and he quickly approached the man, keeping a warm smile.
"Hey."
He said simply, sitting down next to minho, who only looked down, closing his eyes, as if he was wishing jisung would go away for once.
"Hi."
Minho said back.
"I've been calling you, texting you."
Jisung stated. He gently stared at minho, resisting the urge to cry. He hated how he could feel the fond eyes staring at Minho. He felt so weak.
"I know, I've been busy at work."
Minho replied shortly.
"I'm sorry for.. being this way." Jisung said. He didn't know what else to say. He was looking at Minhos' side profile. Minho once again wasn't looking at him.
"I really don't want to speak to you right now, jisung."
Jisung felt his heart begin to pound hearing this. The feeling of hurt and angst.
"Okay, I'll leave." Jisung said, he pressed his hands against the glass table of the bar.He just let his back turn to minho, continuing to walk to the back area, his heart was racing, he felt dizzy, he felt as if he could throw up.
His anxiety was killing him. He hated how he cared so much about someone who didn't care about him. "Hey, love." Jisung heard, he put his fake personality on. It wasn't the right moment, but he was hurt he could use a distraction.
"Yeah?" He smiled.
"Boss wants to see you."
Jisung felt his heart race for a moment. Looking into his body guards eyes.
Was he introuble?
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LOVE ; minsung
Hayran Kurgujisung is a prostitute who goes by the name 'love', the only problem is prostitution is illegal where they live. he soon meets a cop named minho at a bar, and he decides opening up to minho, letting his behind the scenes life show. how will this en...
