Arranged? ➸ MinSung ꪜ

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Minho stood outside of his friend's house after he rang the doorbell. He waited there for about a minute before the door finally opened. "Took you long enough," Minho muttered and made his way past his friend and into the house.

"Make yourself at home, why don't you," his friend, who was an Australian boy named Felix, spoke in a sarcastic tone as he shut the front door, following Minho into the living room.

"Gladly," Minho replied snarkily and took a seat on the couch next to their other friend, Chan, who was already there, "hey."

Chan looked up from his phone screen and smiled at Minho, "hey, what's up?"

Minho groaned and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. "Too much, I really needed to get out. How have you been?"

"Fine, I got fired from my job though," Chan sighed and set his phone down on the coffee table. "And what's going on that made you wanna get out?"

"Wait wait, you got fired again?" Minho laughed and raised an eyebrow, "what'd you even do?"

Chan shook his head quickly, "I don't wanna talk about it, let's move on—why did you wanna get out?"

"Well, my parents set up an arranged marriage for my sister. The guy came over yesterday, he actually was just coming over when I left too—but I really can't stand either of them so I just left," Minho leaned his head back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

Felix suddenly came into the living room, three drinks with him. "Sounds awful," he rolled his eyes and set the drinks down on the table.

"It is!" Minho whined and looked up at him, "seriously, I can barely stand my sister alone but with him it's even more difficult." He reached forward and took one of the cups, taking a drink from it.