Author's pov...
Jisung's eyes widdened with sock as he walked downstairs and saw the scene infront of him unfold.
His mind was racing as he tried to process what is happening?. The sight of Chan sitting so casually with Minho, acting like they were friends, was completely unexpected.
How had this happened? Jisung just introduced them 1 time and they are already this close? Jisung could feel his heart beat faster, a mix of confusion and something else-something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Hi, Jisung," Chan waved, a bright smile on his face.
Jisung blinked, still in a daze, but before he could respond,
Minho cut in sharply. "Oh, you're here? Okay, Chan, now go away."
"What?" Chan raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback.
"Go," Minho repeated, this time his tone laced with annoyance.
Jisung stared between them, unable to understand the tension that suddenly filled the air. Chan hesitated for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly at Minho before he turned back to Jisung. With a huff, he walked over to him, giving him a quick fist bump.
"Later," Chan muttered under his breath, then turned and left without another word.
Jisung couldn't help but feel a strange unease in his chest as he watched Chan leave. He turned back to Minho, his voice barely above a whisper. "How was he here?"
Minho's face was unreadable as he simply shrugged. "I... just forget about it. Let's go eat lunch."
Jisung nodded, still lost in his thoughts, but something in Minho's tone made him feel like he shouldn't press any further.
Meanwhile, outside, Chan had already pulled out his phone, his expression turning serious as he answered a call.
"Yeah?" His voice was steady, but the faint edge to it hinted at something more.
As the conversation went on, Chan's eyes flickered with a new intensity. He smirked, clearly pleased with what he had just heard. "I'll make sure to do that," he said, his tone darkening.
The line went silent as he ended the call, his eyes gleaming with a hint of something Jisung couldn't even begin to guess.
The air felt thicker now, a sense of something looming on the horizon.
