Hyunjin was sipping on a strawberry smoothie in the campus garden when Jisung slid into the seat across from him, eyes narrowed like a hawk.

“Woah someone’s in a mood,” Hyunjin said, eyebrows raised.

“Cut the crap,” Jisung said, leaning forward. “What’s going on with Minho?”

Hyunjin blinked. “Um… what isn’t going on with Minho?”

“Don’t play dumb. He’s sneaking out at midnight. Comes back with bruises. And I saw that call from someone named ‘CB97.’ That’s not a normal contact name.”

Hyunjin’s brain screamed CODE RED, but he kept his face calm as hell. “CB97? Sounds like a tech nerd to me.”

Jisung scoffed. “Do tech nerds leave at midnight dressed in black with scratches on their arms?”

“You watched him leave?” Hyunjin asked, suddenly very concerned.

“Of course I did!” Jisung folded his arms. “I couldn’t sleep. I literally saw him grab a suitcase and sneak out.”

Hyunjin leaned back and sighed. “Okay, listen… if he’s not telling you, then he has a reason. Maybe don’t push him, yeah?”

“Oh my god,” Jisung gasped. “You know something.”

“No I don’t!” Hyunjin’s voice was way too high pitched to be convincing.

“You’re literally the worst liar I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks, I try.”

“I’m being serious, Hyunjin,” Jisung whispered, now more concerned than annoyed. “Is he in trouble?”

There was a pause. Hyunjin bit his lip and looked away.

“…He’s not in trouble,” he said finally. “But if he ever is, he’s the one people call to get them out of it.”

“What the hell does that mean??”

Hyunjin stood up, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans. “It means… he’s Minho. Complicated. Mysterious. And you’ve kissed him twice, so congrats, you’re tangled in it now.”

“Hyunjin.”

“Ask him directly,” he said, patting Jisung’s head. “You’re the only one he might actually tell.”

And just like that, Hyunjin walked away, leaving Jisung with more questions than answers.

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