Cuffed With You ✩ Minsung

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"Absolutely not."

"Absolutely yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Take the fucking shot, Jisung."

"No, because i don't agree!"

"Yes you do, c'mon."

"Shut the fuck up Lee."

"Ouh.. fiesty."

Jisung's absolutely cornered, he's never been a put in a situation such as this, and it's catastrophic.

They've circled him, drinks in their hands and evil, conniving looks on their faces.

Any doubt he'd had that this was a bad, bad idea had vanished. This has been a horrible idea, actually.

There's a few, simple rules his life has revolved around. They're simply lifestyle rules he's set for himself, ones he'd never overstep.

They were rules like cereal before milk, keeping the tv volume at an even number, better at a number ending with a zero, little things like that.

It was stuff he'd be internally yelling at others for not following, while he went home and lived with these ethical rules.

Until it evolved. His rules, they became things he'd never ever dare to overstep, never not follow.

It's when a certain tall, all too well knowing literal cunt waltzed his way into Jisung's life.

Lee Minho, 23, much taller than him than Jisung would like to admit and a pure throbbing pain in the arse. He's around more times in a day than Jisung sees himself in the god damn mirror, which he thought was an unbreakable record.

It all ties to Hyunjin, 21, even taller than his best friend, Lee Minho, with a knack of wrecking havoc straight into Jisung's life. He's insisted the two rivals, Minho and Jisung, should work it out together and be best buddies, build chocolate houses together and eat ice cream with each other as a hobby, stuff along the lines of that.

It's an ignored fact that Jisung's tried, several times to convince him that's never, ever happening. In his own defence, he tried, he really did. But when witty little Minho grinned down at him with his stupid smirk, bent down to his level just to give him another one of his mighty pats and tell him,

"You wouldn't even have to bend to suck me senseless, darling."

That's when Jisung first punched him straight in the face. It's where their rivalry first began, a small spark burning into a huge fire, enough to tear forests down.

Minho's been shooting quips at him ever since, and he's not been afraid to say some right back. They're snarky remarks, meant to annoy him, oh and don't they succeed.

He doesn't make it obvious that he's annoyed, but plays along with Minho's scheme, only to give up later when Minho's keen on pushing his buttons to the extent.

He's never once caught him slacking, he's always there by Hyunjin's side, just to yell something at Jisung while he's speaking to their mutual best friend.

It makes Jisung wonder if Minho's genuinely tagging along beside Hyunjin just to catch a glimpse of him, because he has no reason to otherwise.

They don't share classes at university, or anything of the sorts, so he has no way to meet him other than their oh so popular best friend. Hyunjin's expressed his frustration about their feud all too many times, even tried to make them apologise for arguing over such a petty reason.