Jisungie~Hyunho x Jisung✔️

6

Then someone tapped his shoulder.

"Hm?" Jisung hummed. A boy was looking at him shyly, fiddling with his thumbs.

"I saw you need friends-"

"Do you want to be my friend?" Jisung interupted with a chuckle.

The boy quickly nodded.

"Aren't you a little scared tho? My brother's a bully and my two friends are in a gang." Jisung mumbled.

"Yes I heard." The boy said with a frown.

"And?"

"And what?" He asked.

"You don't mind it?" Jisung asked.

"No." The boy replied awkwardly playing with his hair. Jisung looked at him curiously.

"Do you have something? Like a disorder?" He asked.

The boy looked at him in shock, gulping as he looked around.

Everyone was staring at them.

"Hey, dude. Not cool." Some random guy said.

"What'd I do?" Jisung quickly asked.

"You don't ask someone if they have something. Especially not in front of everyone." Yeji scoffed standing up and taking the boy away from him.

"Yes, arrogant asshole." Someone spat.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't know." Jisung mumbled.

"You better be."

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Jisung walked out of the classroom with a sigh. He really blew it this time.

"Hey, are you okay?" Someone suddenly asked him.

"I feel really bad." Jisung admitted.

"Don't worry, it'll blow over. Why don't we become friends?"

"What's your name?" Jisung asked.

"I'm Beomseok. Yours is Jisung right?" Beomseok said.

"Yup!" Jisung happily replied.

"I really like your skirt. Do you do that often?" Beomseok asked low-key checking Jisung out.

"Oh thanks!"

"Yes it's very cute. By the way, I'm 20." Beomseok said.

"Really? I'm 16. How are you in my grade?" Jisung curiously asked.

"My academics aren't really the best..." Beomseok akwardly chuckled.

"Okay." Jisung replied.

"Say. Why don't we exchange phone numbers?" Beomseok asked as Jisung nodded and got his phone out. Just then Hyunjin and Minho arrived, standing next to Jisung.

"Hey hyungs." Jisung greeted typing the number into his phone. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around Jisung's waist from behind.

"Bye Beomseok! I'll text you!" Jisung said trying to walk away. Hyunjin put his arm around Jisung's waist this time so the poor boy could walk.

The drive home was silent because of some reason.

Jisung didn't mind it, he just silently looked out of the window.

When they arrived he went to his room.

"Hey darling." Minho greeted suddenly coming up to him.

"Where'd you come from- Wha-" Jisung stuttered as Minho wrapped his arms around the boy.

"Mine." The older whispered. Jisung looked behind him in shock.

"Eh?" He mumbled. Hyunjin also walked into the room.

"Mine." Hyunjin whispered too.

He stroked Jisung's cheek.

"Is this... Is this about the friend I made?" Jisung curiously asked.

"Yes. You belong to us." Minho whispered in Jisung's ear.

Jisung gulped.

"Hyung... I thought I could make friends." Jisung sighed before untangling Minho's arms.

"I just don't have a good feeling about him Jisung." Minho sighed.

"I guess not." He finished with a scoff storming to the door.

"Wait Ji-"

*BAM*

"Sung." Hyunjin finished as he looked at the door.

The other mafia members somehow spawned in the room.

"What happened?" Chan asked following after Jisung.

Jisung just ignored him and kept walking.

"Jisung!" Minho's yell was heard.

Jisung put on his hood as he started to run, but ofcourse Chan was faster and catched up to him quickly.

He felt a sudden weight on him and hitting the ground.

Jisung was forcefully pinned against the grass.

The boy struggled in the older's grip.

"Let- Go!" He yelled.

"No. You're our property." Chan sternly said.

Then it hit Jisung.

He was stuck.

"Chan? What are you doing?"