LOVE ; minsung

09. I'm sorry

Jisung looked at the guy who was standing in front of him. Slowly looking up with such an innocent like face. They'd already done enough. He was getting paid good for this.

He hadn't spoken to minho in months. Specifically, it had been six individual months. He'd seen minho at the bar, sitting around and talking to the bar tender. He could only admire from afar.

"Four hundred enough?" The guy asked, flipping through his stacks of cash sitting in his wallet."Yeah." Jisung said. He couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes blowing directly into his eyes. He just looked down to his legs, staring at them with disgust. He had such a low light for himself.

It showed.

Jisung carried the drink around in his hand, taking a long sip as he continued walking, waiting for another customer. He had nothing to do with his life besides becoming a toy for people to use.

He sat down on the white couches, tracing his eyes around the alcohol. He still thought about minho. He couldn't believe he had become so attached in that short amount of time.

But no one was ever kind to him. He didn't know what to do when minho offered to pay for his food, or even do a kind gesture like that.

Jisung felt the sadness wave over him, remembering minhos' smile. He should move on. It was embarrassing. He looked around trying to distract himself, yet the distraction method got worse as he laid his eyes on minho, who was walking around the club.

He'd never seen minho walk around the club area. Only at the bar, he found it was a waste of time to even hope minho would talk to him. He looked down at his lap as he always did, biting his lip in anxiousness, in hopes minho would just be passing by.

He wasn't sure why minho was here.

Minho smiled, noticing his friends, he hasn't spoken to jisung since he last drove the boy home. He had to refrain from looking at jisung from the guilt he felt.

"Hey! It's been so long. Did  work had you cooped up?" Chan said, a small frown as he noticed the sigh from minhos' lips, as the man sat down, rubbing his own thighs, being clearly nervous.

"Yeah."

"How is it going with your girlfriend?"

"Great." Minho said simply. Though they haven't spoken in a couple of weeks. They were taking a break since minho hadn't had time for her anymore. Work, jisung, work and even more jisung.

He just couldn't focus on her serious relationship needs. He wasn't sure why he was even dating her.

"I think we're ending soon."

"What? Why is that?"

"I'm just busy a lot, she went to stay with her parents so I'm sure they hate me now too."

Minho recalled. He felt his heart pump faster every second as he noticed jisung walking closer to him. He was holding drinks in his hands.

"Oh, I ordered us extra drinks. They said they were running low on servers, and that guy offered to help." Chan recalled.

"He's cute." Chan also said. That tipped minho a little over the edge, but he didn't say much more as jisung approached. They were clearly thinking the same thing, no words being exchanged as jisung set them down, sliding one drink closer to minho.

"If you need anything else, just call me."

"Thank you." Chan said, flashing his teeth and watching the boy walk away. Jisungs eyes had drifted away from Minho. Looking down as he walked away.

"You think I have a chance with him?" Chan asked. "What?" Minho scoffed. Jisung wasn't his, it didn't matter.

"I don't know." Minho shrugged.
He watched jisung bend a little bit, setting the drinks down not far from him. Honestly, he could understand why half the guys were staring.

But he didn't seem to be interested in any of them. Just himself, he was clearly entertained by just distracting himself.

Chan suddenly stood up, a delinquent smirk on his face. Honestly, Minho was trying to act nonchalant as jisung definitely wasn't his.

He wasn't sure why he wished jisung was his.