Rich and a B*tch

Chapter 19

Seungmin was running as fast as he could, but he couldn't catch up to Jisung in time to keep him from getting in the car, and driving away. He took out his phone and tried to call him. No answer. He tried again. Still no answer. He texted him. Left on read.

"Shit," Seungmin whispered.

What was he supposed to do now? Go to his next class? He thought about it, before he realised he wouldn't even be paying attention. It would be pointless. He could go back to the cafeteria. Maybe hang out with his friends as they tried to contact Jisung and calm everyone down.

But . . .

Hyunjin was there.

And if Felix planned on being around Minho longer, Hyunjin would continue to be there.

So Seungmin went to the only place he could: his dorm.

He stepped inside and closed the door, locking it again. His stomach growled at the lack of food. Once Hyunjin was in his field of sight, he couldn't eat another bite.

He rummaged through the fridge, trying to find something fast to eat, but they only had ingredients to make something. he really wasn't up for doing anything more than maybe shoving something in the microwave for a few minutes.

He whined and sunk to the floor, leaning up against the lower cabinets, leaving hte fridge doors open. His stomach grumbled louder and sent even more pain signals to his brain. The running must have used up the energy he got from the few mouth fulls he was able to get in before the friend group merge.

A door opened.

Seungmin let his eyes close.

"Hello?" Jeongin asked.

Footsteps shuffled closer.

"Did I leave the fridge open?"

More footsteps.

"Seungmin? Are you okay? I thought you had class?"

Jeongin knelt down to Seungmin's height.

Seungmin opened his eyes, his brows furrowing.

"I thought you had class," he responded.

"Professor called in sick. You?"

"I can't fucking deal with that right now," Seungmin told him.

Jeongin's eyebrows shot up.

Seungmin groaned.

"Sorry for my language," he apologised.

"I get it," Jeongin said. "Why are you on the floor . . . with the fridge open?"

Seungmin's stomach growled loudly and demandingly.

"I see," Jeongin said. "Let me help you to the couch. I can make something for you real quick."

He got his arms under Seungmin's armpits and hoisted him up, practically dragging him to the couch. Then he plopped him down, butt first and then gently laid him on his side.

"Why didn't you go to the cafeteria and get some food?"

"Fuck the cafeteria."

"Okay."

Jeongin let him be and went to the fridge to assess the ingredients they had and decide what to make him.

"I'll make you some Korean pancakes as an appetizer and then, let's see." He moved some things around. "Maybe some cheese tteokbokki with rice wrap rice cakes instead of real ones?"

Seungmin just hummed angrily.

"I'm taking that as a yes."

Soon Jeongin was serving the pancakes and getting back to the rest of the meal. Seungmin sat up and angrily ate his pancakes with his chopsticks, a pout on his lips.