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12

"do I look hot in this?"
jisung asked me.

for some reasons not known to me, he decided to dress up nicely today. he's currently looking at himself in the mirror, checking out his fit.
and I'm currently checking him out.
respectfully.

"you look like a worm."
I told him, looking back at my phone to play candy crush saga.

"oh cmon, be nice to me for a second."
he whined.
he walked up to me, taking my phone from my hands.
"give me some attention."

"give me my phone back."
I said, not amused.

"after you tell me I look hot."
he said, bending down.
his face was dangerously close to mine.

"you look hot, is that enough?"
I told him, reaching for my phone.

"na-ah, not so fast. you have to mean it."
he smirked.
this kid had the audacity to smirk at me.

I sighed, tired of his shit.
"give me my phone back jisung."

"no. you're giving that phone more attention."

"jisung-"

"no."
he put my phone on his table.
"give me attention."

"okay."
I sighed, giving up.
"what do I need to do to get my phone back?"

"help me choose an outfit I will look hot in."

"why are you se persistent about it?"

"because I wanna feel nice."
jisung said, looking at himself in the mirror.
"do you think I'm pretty?"

"why are you asking me that?"
I looked at the mirror, and I saw him looking his body up and down.

"do you think I'm pretty?"
jisung repeated his question, his eyes meeting mine trough the mirror.

he was.
he was breathtaking.
from his beautiful eyes, to his skinny legs, he was perfect.
he was beautiful.

"you are pretty."
I answered, truthfully.

"why didn't hyunjin see it?"
he whispered.

"what do you mean?"
I asked, confused.
what was he talking about?
why was he mentioning hyunjin right now?

jisung sighed.
"it's hyunjins birthday today. I want to dress up nicely for him."

I looked jisung up and down, my eyebrows furrowing when I realized something.
"jisung, do you....have feelings for hyunjin?"

"I did."
he sighed.
"but what can I do about it? I won't see him again, and....well, he was always interested in someone else."

all I could do was look at him, and the hurt that was seen in his eyes, even tho he tried his best not to show.

how could be hyunjin interested in someone else when jisung was right in front of his eyes?

I sighed.
"wear the gray long sleeve shirt that you wore the day before the interview, and take the blue wide jeans that has the black short and cut skirt over it."

jisung smiled.
"thank you."

I nodded, giving him a small smile, but I didn't feel like smiling at all.

jisung had feelings for hyunjin all this time?
so, every little moment we had between us...meant nothing to him?
why was this thought so hard to accept for me?

"what are you thinking about?"
jisung asked, as he took off his shirt.

I tried not to look, but his waist is a magnet for my eyes or something I swear.

"oh, nothing."
I answered, lowkey covering the fact that I would create a PowerPoint presentation about why his waist is the best waist I have ever seen.

"well it's something."
jisung said, putting on his gray shirt that I recommend.

"I-"
I wanted to say something, but my phone rang.
"sorry, I have to take this."
I told him.

it was his dad.

"minho, tell jisung that tomorrow we will have another interview."
mr. han told me.

"oh...yeah, I will tell him."

jisung has been doing so much interviews these past few months, and it's definitely not fun for him.
he hates it, I know. I can see it.
and I can see how much it's hurting jisungs mental health.

mr. han hanged up.

I sighed, which didn't go unnoticed by jisung.
"is something wrong?"

I looked at him, imagining his face after I tell him he has to go on another interview.
"uhm...tomorrow you have another interview."

jisung didn't move.
he just stared into the mirror.
until, he started crying.

I immediately got up and pulled him in for a hug.
"hey, it's okay, I'm here."

"I can't do this Minho, I can't."
he sobbed out, hugging me as tightly as possible.

I closed my eyes, and I started caressing his back.
"you can jisung. you're the strongest person I have ever met. I know you will do it, and I'm sure that you will get used to it after a while."
I'm not that good at comforting people honestly.
I never was, and I probably never will.

"I hate this, I hate every second of it, it won't get better, it will get worse."
he sobbed out.

"no, you have to think positively."

"you yourself think negatively, don't lecture me."
he replied in his savage tone.

"there it is, there is the jisung we're looking for."
I said cheerfully, trying to make him laugh.
it worked, and he let out a small chuckle.

"minho, what should I do?"
he asked me, as he pulled away from the hug.

"what do you mean?"

"I can't take over dad's company. you and I both know it."
he told me, a glimpse of saddens in his eyes.
but what broke me the most was that in his eyes was a glimpse of hope.
a hope that I will help him.
but I can't.
I don't know how.

"I'm sure that you will learn everything you need to know about running the company, and that you will get used to it."
I told him, and I patted him on his shoulder.

a single tear fell from his eye, as he looked down, the hope slowly leaving his eyes.

I sighed.
"let's go feed the ducks, shall we?"

he nodded, took his coat, and we made our way out of the house.

jisung was leaving sad tho.
so I know he won't enjoy his walk as much as he normally does.