Then There's Us. [ Hyunsung ]

8

Hyunjin's POV

After the day we went to the hospital,Jisung started avoiding me again. I don't know why but I felt irritated by this little action. Every time I tried to talk to him he just ran away from me as if he saw a ghost. I didn't like this. I didn't like this feeling. Every single day I asked myself whether Jisung was fine or not? Had his injury subsided? Was he still being bullied? But...I also ask myself every single day...'why are you having this thoughts?'  It all had always been just for fun—me bothering him but I don't know what I'm so angry for.

"You know...there's something off about you" Minho said while staring at my face. It was on Saturday and we didn't have anything to do, so, Minho invited me to his house to play game. There were others too. Chan, Felix and Changbin was there.  "There's nothing off about me" I commented before I focus on the screen, killing every zombies I saw.

"Right, a few days ago, he ditched some classes!" Felix said. He didn't stop talking even after I sent him signals and an angry glare. "He told me to bring his and Jisung's bag" chan flinched. "Jisung?" He asked.

I sighed and placed the game console away, completely ignoring the 'game over' sign on the screen. " do you like Jisung? " I was shocked by the question Minho had asked me. I frowned and looked at him ridiculously. What an absolutely reckless thing to say."Just where did you got that absurd idea?"

"It's not an absurd idea...it's a fact" Minho answered. Me? Like who? Like Jisung? Why would I? "I see how you stare at him" I scoffed. "So, staring is a sin now? I shouldn't stare at you then..." He shook his head and got up from the bed. He sat beside me and leaned closer while narrowing his eyes as if he was searching something behind my expression. "Do you know how you stare at us?"

I shrugged. How the hell should I know? "You stare at us like you're ready to whoop our ass" Changbin said as he rudely took my glass and drank my water. I didn't understand where this was going. "But do you know how you stare at Jisung?" I shrugged and shook my head again. "Similar but like the hell would I want to whoop his ass?" I asked which got disapproval from Minho. He corrected me. "You look at him like you want to strip him down" I widened my eyes and pushed Minho away. "Oh my god, Hyung! I thought you would be the innocent one!" Minho raised his hands and shrugged.

"If you hang around him long enough, you wouldn't say that" Felix said while clapping his hand.

"You see...if you like Jisung. I also don't have any problem" chan said while nodding his head as I cursed at every one of them. "Like I said...I don't!"

"That's not what your eyes say, Hyunjin"
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"What's wrong with my eyes?" Hyunjin asked himself once he returned home. He ran to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. "It just look like me...nothing weird" he said as he touched the area under his eyes, his finger tip grazing over his beauty mark. 

You stare at him like you want to strip him down. Minho's voice rang in his ears.

He swallowed his saliva when the image of Jisung's bare back entered his mind. That jade like skin that almost made Jisung seem as if he was an immortal and that slander body. Jisung turned his head slightly and stared seductively at Hyunjin.

Hyunjin immediately widened his eyes and snapped out of his wild imagination. He had a heavy breath as he felt blood rushing to his face. He slapped his face and yelled at himself. "What's wrong with you, Hwang Hyunjin? Oh my god, stop thinking!"

"Think of something innocent! Think of animals! Small animals!"

He told himself when he remembered the small quokka his mother brought home when he was 5 but he lost it. He smiled remembering a certain someone with matching characteristic as his quokka. Chubby cheeks, small and adorable— like Han Jisung.

Hyunjin rubbed his face, bending down as he squatted. "I'm fucked up" He said as he ruffled his hair messily.

Ring!

Hyunjin turned his head around, slowly walking towards his fully charged phone. He opened the chat he had with Minho. Are you sure you don't have the slightest attraction to Jisung? Hyunjin's face paled. He didn't know what to answer. If he...if he wasn't attracted, he wouldn't have thought about Jisung in that way.

He didn't give Minho any reply. He shut his phone off and went down to cook for his mother who was still yet to come back home. He needed something to distract him or clear his mind. So, he focused on cooking but ended up cooking a lot of food. It was a habit of his. Whenever he thinks a lot, he does everything with a little bit spark of extraneous. When his mother came home, she merely shook his head and asked him whether he was fine or not. "Are you not getting along with someone at school?" She asked, concerned by her son's wellbeing. Hyunjin laughed and shook his head. "Nope...in fact we got along too well" His mother didn't notice the sarcasm he stressed on his words,so she merely nodded and hugged him before his father walked in and gapped at the amount of food Hyunjin made.

"Hyunjin, I know you started cooking a few months ago...but this is getting out of hand" his father joked, placing his bag on the sofa before kissing his wife's forehead.

"I'm sorry...I just had a lot of thoughts" He sighed, sitting down at the dining table. Both parents looked at each other. "Then, mind telling us what's your problem?"

"I...yeah. How do you know you like someone or not?"
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Fellas I'm bored. With the help of picsart and a bit of reference, I present!

Like I watched the first season (half way) and then stopped cuz I was like da fuxkkkkk.

The most random shit I had ever done. To think my first A/N would be about this .- Hunny