MONEY ⇝ minsung ⇜

☘︎︎ | 5 |

Everyone went silent, the atmosphere suddenly tense. Jisung's smile faded for a moment, but he quickly composed himself, meeting Minho's gaze steadily. Changbin frowned, glancing between Minho and Jisung. "Well, that's fucked up.. We're just trying to get to know him."

Everyone shot Minho a disapproving look but Minho did not mind that at all. His gaze was fixed on Jisung that seemed less nervous and more calm. Jisung took a deep breath, his expression softening. "It's okay," he said softly and stood up. "I think it's time for me to leave and get some fresh air since someone here can't seem to handle my presence." Jisung glared at Minho before turning to the others with a smile.

"Let's definitely talk more. Here's my number," Hyunjin said, handing Jisung a piece of paper with his contact information. Jisung giggled, appreciating the gesture, and turned to leave, but Minho's voice stopped him in his tracks. "I see you're Jisung's new client. I bet he'd get on his knees for a thousand won."

Jisung paused, his back still turned, his shoulders tensing at the cruel remark. He took another deep breath before slowly turning back to face Minho, his expression showing.. anger. Jisung's hand clenched into a fist as he glared at Minho. "Hyung, why are you being so rude to him? And what do you mean?" Yongbok asked with a small pout. Hyunjin frowned at the remark and turned back to Jisung. "Hey Jisung, don't listen to him—"

Before Hyunjin could finish, Jisung grabbed his cup of water and flung it at Minho, soaking his hair, face, and clothes. "Watch your fucking mouth, you asshole," Jisung snapped, his voice shaking with anger.

Everyone fell silent, fear flickering in their eyes, except for Jisung. Minho sat there, stunned and speechless. Jisung waited for a response, but when Minho remained silent, he scoffed. "What's the matter? Got nothing to say now, huh?" Jisung raised his eyebrows and scoffed, irritated by the lack of response. "Well, you're so pathetic, Minho," he muttered, before storming out of the cafeteria to wander the school.

His wandering led him to an empty classroom, which he entered out of curiosity. However, he quickly realized his mistake as the door closed and locked behind him. Startled, Jisung turned to see a figure standing in front of him. "And what are you doing here? Have you finally decided what to say? It took you long enou—"

Jisung's words were cut off as he was slammed against the wall. He gasped, shocked by the sudden aggression. "Why are you suddenly acting so brave for no reason, huh?" Minho's eyes were dark with hatred. Nervous, Jisung gulped and looked away from Minho's intimidating gaze, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"And why do you hate me so much because of my job? Can't you just respect that I need money?" Gathering his courage, Jisung pushed Minho away harshly, creating a safe distance between them.

Minho kept his cold gaze fixed on Jisung, who was clearly grappling with a mix of anger, nervousness, annoyance, and upset. Trying to mask his emotions, Jisung stood with a more relaxed posture, attempting to project confidence.

"It just disgusts me," Minho said sharply, running his fingers through his hair. Jisung rolled his eyes. "So what? I'll do anything for money," he retorted, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, hoping Minho would let him go.

"You'd do anything for money?" Minho whispered, and Jisung scoffed. "Yeah, that's what I said," he replied, clearly irritated and uninterested in continuing the conversation.

Minho's next words left Jisung stunned. "So if I told you to bend over so I can fuck you right here, right now, for money, would you do it?" Minho asked. Jisung's eyes widened in shock, his jaw nearly dropping at the audacity of the question.

Jisung's cheeks flushed slightly as he looked away, unsure where to direct his gaze under the increasing intensity of Minho's stare. "Maybe," he whispered, nervously biting his bottom lip before summoning the courage to meet Minho's eyes again, determined not to appear shy.

"Maybe, you say..." Minho echoed, stepping closer and closer. Jisung felt a desperate need for space but hesitated to push him away, not wanting to provoke a confrontation. "And why is it a maybe and not a yes? Is it becauee we're at the school? You don't like doing it public places, huh?" He asked tilting his head to the side with a small smirk. "Or is it because having sex with me makes you uncomfortable, hm?" Another question slipped out of his mouth as his smirk got wider.

"I can have sex with anyone." Jisung replied coolly, holding Minho's gaze, which only made Minho scoff and shake his head in disbelief. "Even with Hyunjin? He seems to like you a little too much," Minho remarked. Jisung's lips curled into a smile, but it was clearly a fake one.

"I would gladly get fucked by him.. maybe even for free.. he's hot." Jisung noticed the change in Minho's eyes—they darkened, and his jaw clenched, almost as if he was jealous. "Wait... are you jealous or something? Do you want to get fucked by Hyunjin? I didn't expect you to be a botto—" Before he could finish, Minho slammed his hand against the wall beside Jisung's head, making him flinch.

"What if," Minho began, his gaze shifting from Jisung's eyes to his lips, making Jisung uncomfortable, "what if I'm jealous that you want to get fucked by Hyunjin so badly but not by me?" Minho asked which made Jisung's eyes widen in shock.

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