"Your mother sounds like a delightful bundle of joy."
"What do you mean?" Han's eyebrows furrowed. "She sounds like a total bitch!"
"It was sarcasm, you dumbass."
Minsi chuckled while she watched Minho and Han bicker back and forth. It was a miracle that the pair lived in a shared apartment about five minutes from the college campus. Since the campus was less than an hour away, Minho drove them to visit Minsi.
Three different kinds of beverages sat on a triangular table. Three different sides of the table, three different chairs on each side, perfect for the trio of chaos. It was the strangest cafe that Minsi knew of and yet, she adored it. The whimsical and abstract off-putting aura captivated her.
The tables were a variety of different shapes. Some were circular, others more square, and her favorites were the triangular ones. They were bizarre and foreign, totally outspoken and seemingly out of place. Walking into the cafe was like walking into another planet.
You were hit by the scent of pastries and the fresh ground coffee beans. The place was owned by some young millennial that appreciated abstract art a lot. A little too much, in Minsi's opinion. Splatters of banana yellows, navy blues, and imperial red sat on canvases along different walls.
Every to-go coffee cup had a cardboard band around it splattered with the same exact colors. Abstract Coffee was exactly how it sounded; a theoretical shit-show that didn't quite make sense. Yet somehow the blinding primary colors and the off-putting triangular shaped tables pulled you in.
Even the coffee was unique. She didn't remember how, but somehow the owner came up with some unique dyed blend that was enough to overpower the rich brown of the coffee. If you were feeling quirky enough, you could get yourself a colored coffee.
Han thought it would be humorous to get yellow and once he popped the lid off to peer inside his steaming cup of coffee, the contents inside were a dark murky yellow. "Straight up piss," Minho had joked after they sat down. "Who pissed in your coffee?"
"So anyway," Han shoved up a hand to cut off Minho after the two had bickered for long enough. "You really should have taken up our request to stay with us. I told you that we had room and Minho was okay with it."
"They say hindsight is twenty-twenty," Minsi mumbled. She clutched her own cup of lavender tea. The light purple liquid was far more pleasing than Han's piss coffee. Minho had opted for a black sweet tea without the added color.
"What are you going to do though? You're only one more year from graduating, you can't transfer now! You've already signed up for classes and you love this place. Your mom can't seriously take this away from you, can she?"
"It is her money," Minho pointed out. "How did she find out you were attending there? I thought you said you had her fooled."
"I did, but this town is full of blabbermouths. It got to her through the grapevine and so now-" She shrugged, "I don't know what to do."
"You could always talk to your favorite professor," Minho wiggled his eyebrows.
"Shut up! You know it's not like that."
"Someone has to fill your daddy issues void."
"You leave Chan alone!"
"Professor Bang," Minho corrected her. "If he didn't want us to call him that, he should have changed his last name."
"Haha Bang. Like banging. Professor Bang."
Both Minsi and Minho stopped their conversation at Han's sudden input. The two shared a similar look and Minsi nodded. Before Han could understand what was happening, the inside flesh of Minho's palm whacked him upside the back of his head.
"Ow! You asshole! What the fuck was that for?" He whined and rubbed the tender spot.
"That joke is nearly four years old, you have the same sense of humor as a twelve year old."
"So?"
"So get a new joke!"
"She made her priest come to visit me." Minsi's long nails tapped along the outer shell of the cup. She pushed a mouthful of air into her cheeks before she blew it from her mouth. "I can't believe I made him breakfast."
Han tilted his head. "You...you made your mother's priest breakfast? Did she say to or..."
"We were hungry, so..."
It was finally Minho and Han's turn to share a look. Minho blinked a few times and Han bit down on his bottom lip. Laughter threatened to break through and it did. His stomach quivered a few times before a loud snort mixed with a shriek.
Minsi's eyes went wide and she rapidly shushed them, but he couldn't help it. In the wooden chair his head went limp and giggles shot out into the air. Minho's laughter didn't take long before it barreled out in an identical way.
She frantically shushed them. The sudden noise was capturing the attention from a nearby family and even a few baristas shot them curious glances. "Shut the fuck up!"
"You fed the priest," Han got out with tears in his eyes.
"What's so funny about that?"
"It's just-" Minho sucked in a shaky breath. "The thought of you trying to explain that you were drunk and not possessed while playing with a ouija board. I imagine that he was old and h-"
"He's not old! He actually just recently came back from seminar and-"
"What the fuck is seminar?" Han asked.
"It's basically priest classes. There's a bunch of training involved and different classes you have to take if you want to be a priest. They're like God's chosen people or whatever, you know? You have to be trained, you can't just wake up and decide you want to be a priest."
"Really?" Han frowned. "That's kind of a bummer. What if I wanted to be a priest?"
"According to my calculations, with all the sins you've committed on campus, if you even attempt to walk into a church, you're gonna start feeling hell's wrath," Minho continued.
"That's so not true! You can't even name one sin. Pissing on the statue of our mascot isn't going to get me put in hell. I apologized after that happened."
The lavender tea was sweet going down Minsi's throat until Han's confession. She sucked in air and choked. He grimaced and Minho leaned over to start whacking her on the back. His palm found the base of her spine.
The sharp sting sent her shoulder blades jerking back together. Another cough mixed with a hiss before she managed to catch her breath. She blinked her glossy eyes and sucked in another clear breath. "I'm sorry, but you did what?"
"Hey, it was one time! It was one time and I was drunk! Minho said he was taking me to the bathroom!"
"He couldn't hold it anymore, so I let him piss on the golden tiger's head."
"Why didn't you take him to the side of campus?"
"Because it would have been really funny if someone caught him. I wanted to teach him a lesson and it worked too! He's never gotten that drunk ever again."
"I realized it in the morning. That's why it smelled like piss when we walked in the entrance for a while. I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry."
Her palms went to her eyes to rub them. There was a hoarseness in her voice as she tried to recover from choking. "Forget Han going alone, for that one, you're both going to hell."
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He's got the whole world in his hands | Jeongin
FanfictionMinsi Park has the perfect life; a great group of friends, a college degree paid for by her mother, and nothing could go wrong, at least, until a murder on the college campus leads back to a ouija board. Just like that, her perfect life is shattered...