Keeping a Distance >•Minsung•<

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"You think you're better than me?" She screams in his face.
"N-no why would I-" Jisung can barely respond before the girl groans and turns around, clearly in disbelief. "Ji-Ho, I don't think low of you. I just don't think this is working."
She turns cold and rigid. She turns only her head toward him, not looking him in the eye.
"You love your parents right?" Her tone is calm but it cuts Jisung's confidence like a knife.
"What?" He stutters. She stays silent for a moment before continuing. Her eyes are locked at the sidewalks edge, where it meets the road.
"You wouldn't want anything to happen to them... right?"
"What are you saying?" Jisung shifts where he stands. He knows what people say about her and her family, it's not good.

Cars zoom by. Pedestrians walk past without so much as a glance. There aren't many people out tonight, just those out for a midnight walk or jog. Others are coming home from a late night at work. Jisung and Ji-Ho? Jisung wanted to meet up at his house, just to talk. He was fed up with how things were going. She was sweet and kind and had confidence for the both of them. But this quickly turned into ego and scorn. She constantly told Jisung how he was below her, but also that they were meant to be together. That with her dominating confidence and Jisung's husk of it, they completed each other. Jisung thought otherwise... usually. Sometimes he believed it. He believed he was nothing, if not that a burden. That's why he hurt himself regularly. But Jisung was constantly screamed at by the girl for two years. That's how long this had lasted, two years. He was going into his twenties, he would leave for college soon. Jisung thought he could end this before hand. Ji-Ho decided to combat this. She liked having someone to play with, a toy, something to control. The feeling of power it seemed to give her seemed to drive her mad.
She spins to face Jisung and in one smooth movement, slaps the boy across the face.

Jisung stirs under the covers. He can almost feel the sting of a strike across his cheek. Turning to the inside of the room, he avoids the obnoxious sun light that rudely interrupts his slumber. His eyes struggle to open. The dream wasn't good anyway, it's better he's awake. He looks into the sunrise lit room. He relizes where he is. He is in his new home. A small smile plays on his face. He can't wait to start the day. A cough distracts him from his thoughts. Minho is sitting on his bed with a laptop propped up on his legs. Jisung quietly steps down from the bed, his feet instantly cold on the hardwood floor. He looks through his bag for a set of clothes on the ground. Pulling them out, he steps towards the bathroom to change. Stoping in front of the door, he freezes. He can feel Minho's eyes on him. He is just... starring. He decides not to look and walks into the bathroom.

Stepping out of the room Minho and him share, he adjusts the large band shirt he wears over some baggy jeans. He stuffs his hands in is pockets as he walks through the hall to the kitchen for breakfast. But to the right, he sees far more people in the living room than the two that should be there. Jisung counts six people. When the conversation drops a little due to his entrance, Changbin turns to face Jisung.
"Good morning, Jisung!" He greets the boy. Jisung responds with a small wave and walks over.
"Changbin, why are there three times as much people here than there should be?" He speaks quietly, refraining from eye contact with any of the other men in his home.
"Sorry for not informing you." Changbin rubs the back of his neck. "These are our friends. Me and Jeongin's I mean. Minho knows Bang Chan but no one else. But anyway, I'll introduce you." Jisung is very uncomfortable, thank goodness he got dressed before he came out of his room. "This is the before mentioned Bang Chan." Changbin gestures to a man siting by the door to the bathroom in the second love seat. He has pronounced lips and a large nose. He waves with a sweet smile. Next Changbin points to a man with long graceful limbs and a slim body, he sits on a pillow by another boy. This boy has a tiny frame and long blond hair, freckles are slathered across his cheeks and nose. He is honestly really beautiful, not his type but still. Not to be dramatic or anything but it looks like his eyes couldn't hold the stars so they fell onto his face.