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At Han Jisung's Apartment.. Soft rain pattered onto the rooftop of the apartment, something Jisung had found to be soothing amongst the stress at home. The brunette was curled up in his soft blankets, weary eyes trying to stay awake. His break had come to an end and he now had to return to his final year of school. A small whimper left the boy as he dreaded going back.
"Jisung, honey. Don't you have work today?" His Mother called from the other side of the door. "No Mother. School starts today remember?" The boy sighed at her evident lack of involvement in his life. "Oh..right. You're still 18. You're just so grown up now, sometimes I forget you're still in school." She made a humming sound, as if reminiscing about when he was younger. The brunette quickly slipped on his uniform, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I'll be going now Mum." Jisung had already exited the room and proceeded to put on his shoes. "But what about breakfast, and you hair? You should brush your teeth as well Jisung." His Mother listed, stepping in front of the door preventing his exit.
Jisung laughed dryly, "It's funny hearing you worry about me when you don't even worry about yourself." He quickly combed a hand through the strands of hair sticking up. "I'm not hungry, and I'm chewing gum anyway." "But Jisung-"
The brunette had already made his way out into crisp outdoor air, the rain bringing out an earthy scent that Jisung found addicting. As he reached his soaking bike, he strapped his crimson red helmet on. He twisted the key, expecting a low rumble to resonate through the car park however to his disappointment the bike only made a weak, scratchy noise, refusing to start up. "Come on!" Jisung slammed his fists against the handlebars. The boy attempted to start up the vehicle multiple times, but was only greeted with failure each time. "I guess I'll be walking today.." The brunette sighed, unclipping his helmet and hanging it on the left handle bar.
At The Lee Residence.. Minho made his way up to his Father's office, mind wracking through all the possible scenarios that could take place in that room. Hesitantly, the boy knocked at the double doors. "Who is it?" The Man answered, voice monotonous and gravelly. "It's me, Father." Minho swallowed. He could almost see his father's brooding expression through the doors. "Ah, come in my son."
His Father was perched up in his dark red leather chair, feet resting on the sleek desk in front of him. The room had a permanent smell of whiskey and cigarettes, a scent that Minho had become familiar with. "You called me here Father. What is it?" The man chuckled, however it wasn't pleasant but rather menacing. "The meeting with the Kim family has been postponed." Each of his Father's fingers met, creating a pyramid. "Meaning that your arrangements to get married are too." He grinned at the boy, knowing how Minho truly felt about it. "Father you know I-" Minho began. "Quite frankly son, I don't give a fuck. This is solely for the benefit of our company, and if this doesn't happen, then we will suffer significantly." The expression on the Man's face sent shivers down Minho's spine, his eyes were spitting venom at the boy. "So I want you to put your petty, insignificant feelings behind and do as you're goddamn told. You wouldn't want to put shame or disdain on our company's name now would you?" His Father's tone was patronising, a way of speaking that the younger had grown accustomed to throughout the course of his life.
"No Sir." Minho lowered his head to a bow. "Now go out and have fun while you still can Son." His father sneered, feeling pleased with the power he held over his son. It's the only thing he ever craved. Power. "Yes Sir."
As Minho left the room he was almost positive he was about to have a mental breakdown. He needed fresh air. He needed to get out of this godforsaken house. "Mr Jung." Minho's fingers met his temples. "Yes Sir." The bodyguard responded instantaneously. "Get my car out the front would you please?" "Of course Sir."
15 Minutes Later.. Was the walk to school usually this long? Or was he just lost? Jisung shook his head. No way. He scanned his surroundings but nothing seemed familiar. Well, maybe he was lost. A groan of frustration escaped from the soaking brunette. Great. And just the day when my phone isn't charged, I get lost. Jisung sighed, continuing to walk aimlessly down the sidewalk.
"Jisung?"
The brunette craned his head to a familiar looking black Mercedes Benz. "Minho?" Jisung quirked an eyebrow. "Oh my god..are you stalking me?" The younger laughed, a hand covering his mouth. "As much as I'd just love to do that, I actually have a life squirrel boy." Minho shook his head, the corner of his lips curved upwards. "R-right.."Jisung wanted to slap himself in the face. "Why are you walking out in the rain? You're soaking wet. You're going to catch a cold out there." The elder eyed the uniform tightly clinging onto Jisung's body. It was kind of hot. The brunette laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, my bike sort of broke down...and well I forgot my umbrella." "Get in." Minho leaned over, opening the car door. "W-What? No!" Jisung backed away further onto the sidewalk. "I'm serious." Minho deadpanned, giving the younger a death glare. "Alright, Alright! Fine!"
Jisung hesitantly climbed into the passenger seat, putting on his seatbelt. "So you're still in school?" Minho asked having noticed the uniform Jisung was wearing. "Yeah, senior year." Jisungs eyes trailed down to the elders hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. And oh god. The veins in his hands were so prominent, the bones in his fingers too. Why did Jisung find that so...attractive? "Uh..Jisung?" Minho snapped the younger out of his trance. "I-I um, sorry? What did you say?" The brunette felt his cheeks tint. "Where's your school?" The latter chuckled. "O-oh..I'll just enter it into the GPS." Jisung fumbled and pressed the wrong keys countless times, only increasing his level of self-consciousness.
"We're here." The car came to a stop in front of the school gate. "O-oh, thank you." Jisung went to open the car door. A soft hand gripped onto his arm, pulling him back into his seat. "Hold on." Minho leaned across to the back seats, reaching for something. The elder returned to his seat with a fluffy white towel in hand. "Let me dry you off." He grinned. Jisung didn't like the way his heart was starting to do strange flips. "No-no, it's fine! D-don't trouble yourself." The brunette felt like he was dissolving into a puddle. "You're going to catch a cold." Was all Minho said before putting the towel on top of Jisung's head.
He slowly massaged the towel into the younger's hair, creating ruffles and spikes in his dampened locks. The entire time Jisung couldn't take his eyes away from Minho's. The atmosphere was so strange, he couldn't describe it. "I-I think it's dry now Minho.." The Brunette spoke softly. "I know.." Minho's hands stopped moving the towel. The two boys just looked at each other, not a single word was spoken. Jisung subconsciously leaned in closer, making the gap between their faces even smaller. He could feel the breathing of Minho's on his lips. His lips. They looked so pink, so soft, so—
Whatever trance Jisung was in, he immediately snapped out of it. "I-I-I...School! I'm going to be late!" The younger bolted out of the vehicle, not even thinking to close the car door.
oh my god.
oh my god.
Just now we were about to–
Jisung was thankful for the rain. For he needed something to cool his flaming cheeks.
A/n I think someone's starting to develop a little crush ;)
