Leaf Me Alone // minsung

「⸙ ch.22 ⸙」

JISUNG

"-and then he had the fucking audacity to look me in the eyes and say 'but only if you say please' whilst pinning me on the bed! He's so annoying. And the worst part was I couldn't even get out from under him because of his stupidly strong dancer arms and his stupidly sleek muscles so I had to do as he said and it was the most embarassing thing ever! And I had to say it whilst looking directly into his eyes and it was so weird cause I wanted to punch him but also just shrink up inside myself. Like jeez I'm sorry for wanting my own food. I'm injured. And when he left he winked at me after everything he did! For the second time! In the span of, like, an hour! Two hours? Something like that. And- and then he left so casually as well. You saw him wink at me, right, Felix? God, that insufferable prat. I honestly do wish his stupid pretty face could disappear from existence sometimes."

I was curled up with Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin on my bed, choosing to ignore Felix's mutters that sounded suspiciously like "All I saw was him on top of you and then you ogling at him as he left the dorm..."

We were all sitting, huddled up, in a fort of sorts built using blankets and pillows, and I was telling them the whole thing with Minho and how that was totally a misunderstanding and that Felix just walked in at the wrong time and got the wrong idea. Unfortunately, they all seemed to support Felix's theory that me and that asshole were doing unholy things in the dorm room.

Me? With that guy? No. Not in a million, billion, trillion years. Never ever ever ever. I didn't even like him. In fact, I hate him. Yeah. Hate hate him. Like every time he looks at me I am set aflame by the fires of anger in the pit of my stomach. Anger, you hear me?

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "Are you done?"

I nodded my head, groaning as I thought of the entire ordeal. How was I going to get across the message that I severely dislike him if I keep asking him for cheesecake?

Seungmin and Hyunjin looked at each other, and Hyunjin whipped out his phone, pausing a timer I didn't even know was going.

"You have talked about Minho for a total of... 34 minutes and 27 seconds. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"What?! No! Well, it was about Minho, but that was just the explanation of everything. It's a very complicated situation!"

"Listen to this, Jisung," Seungmin said, pitching his voice so that it was high and whiny, "Basically, Minho came to deliver class notes for the lessons I missed today, as well as food, including my favourite cheesecake. He stared at me whilst eating, refilled my water, and took my cheesecake from me when I wanted to eat it. When I tried to get it back by tackling him onto Felix's bed and tickling him - which, by the way, was an extremely stupid decision - he flipped us over and made me say please to get it back."

He looked to Hyunjin. "And how many seconds did that take?"

"23 seconds, boss."

The three of them looked to me again, and I shrugged in response to the weight of their questioning gaze. We all ignored the way my cheeks flushed in response to this accusation. And by 'we', I mean I pointedly did not respond to Hyunjin and Felix yell "Awww look! Jisung, you're blushinnggg~" whilst poking my cheek; Seungmin's lips also twitched. I scowled, trying to fend off Felix insisting that he take a photo of me to 'commemorate this milestone in our baby Jisungie's life!'

"Okay, but seriously, have you ever considered trying to be... y'know... friends with him? He's pretty okay in the dance classes I have with him, at least." Hyunjin - thankfully - stopped poking me, returning to the point of this entire conversation.