LOVE ; minsung

010. jealousy

"Hey." Jisung heard. He turned his back away from the male who had just called his name. He wasn't sure what the guy was doing here. He was one of minhos' friends.

"Do you need more drinks?"

"No, I want something else." The guy smirked. Jisung just swallowed a little, setting his writing pad down. He just looked into the guys eyes, obviously seeing a hint of lust.

So minho didn't tell him, it's not like minho cared."You have to pay, yknow." Jisung said, returning the energy. He just loosened the knot of his apron that he was suddenly forced to wear.

"Pay?" The guy scoffed. "Why is that?"

"I'm a sex worker." Jisung said, tilting his head into the guys ear. He tried to say this with a more seductive matter as he needed money. He just backed away, watching the guy face turn a little flushed. "How much do you need?" Chan asked. He gently pulled out his wallet, letting jisung see the wads off money that just happened to be sitting in there.

"After my shift, room 209." Jisung whispered. He just grabbed his waiter pad, looking at the notes he wrote. He left the man dumbfounded. A small shy smile on the guys face.

He wasn't sure how he effortlessly made guys feel like this. He didn't think of himself as attractive and cocky as some people saw him as.

He was really just doing this because he was bored. He wanted a job like this in the beginning. Not one where he had to take off everything in order to get money.

Minho looked at himself in the bathroom, staring at the reflection. He felt irritated at the fact he witnessed jisung easily give himself away. He was starting to feel a little drunk, so he didn't drink much more.

He was startled by the door opening beside him, making him stare at the one and the only.

He showed up at the worst times ever. The two just stared at each other, the gentle looks being exchanged.

"Do you need anything?" Jisung asked. He was so hesitant to ask this. His hands are holding around the notepad with such anxiety.

Minho just stepped closer to jisung, staring at him. The tension began rising as it seemed everything relaxed in him when jisung also took a step closer.

"No, I just.. felt a little sick, so.." jisung nodded, taking a small breath.

"So, water?"

"For fucks sake jisung—" Minho mumbled, he couldn't stand just looking at those pretty doe eyes any longer. He wanted to see them from below, looking directly up at him.

The alcohol that was penetrative his system hadn't had much of an effect yet. He was aware of what he was doing, his lips suddenly clashing against jisungs.

Hearing the sound of the note pad falling the floor. It seemed jisung didn't really care about everything now.

Both of his hands held the sides of minhos face, deepening the kiss. Minho didn't like him.

Right?

So why was jisung so willing to do anything for him? Jisung took a moment to catch air. Looking into minhos' eyes, their foreheads connected.

"I'm sorry, I should've—"

Jisung tried to back away but minhos grip around the boys waist just tightened. Basically telling him not to move.

"Stop apologizing.. it's okay."

Jisung just smiled a little. Noticing as minho held his hand all of a sudden, opening up the bathroom door.