NOTES | minsung a.u ON HOLD

twenty-third note

12/02/19

m;
why? are you also friends with Chan?

j;
of course, why else would I know about Chan and Jeongin?

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School was over and Jisung laid in the familiar bedroom of Hwang Hyunjin. The taller male made Jisung promise to come over although Jisung was very reluctant with agreeing. How his boyfriend had been acting since yesterday was just plain suspicious.

Jisung looked to the corner of the room where Hyunjin sat at his desk, studying.

"It's really cute how oblivious you are, but it's sad he is using that against you."

Those words played in Jisung's head over and over. Jisung was known for being really oblivious, or so he has been told he was. Although the boy could never pick out why, most likely because he truly was oblivious. He was trying to piece together something, anything that would make sense to Minho's words.

Why was any of this Minho's business anyway? Why did the older boy care enough to get involved? It wasn't the first time that boy spoke to Jisung either. His mind wondered to the night at the park on the monkey bars. His cheeks warmed up remembering the feeling of Minho blowing hot air onto his gloved hands.

"Jisung."

The boys ears perked and lifted his head to see Hyunjin's chair turned around. He was sitting facing Jisung, head tilted to the side.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.

Jisung waved him off, "it's nothing, don't worry."

Hyunjin smirked and stood up from the chair, "you're cheeks are flushed baby, clearly you were thinking of something."

Jisung felt an uneasy feeling rise in his stomach understanding what Hyunjin was hinting at. Hyunjin slowly strided over to the bed and stood just at the end.

"N-no i wasn't thinking about that," Jisung stuttered and avoided Hyunjin piercing gaze.

"Hm? If you weren't thinking about that then how come you understood what I meant?"

Panic arose in Jisung's chest as Hyunjin walked around to the side of the bed. Jisung sat up a little too quickly, a feeling of suddenly vulnerability washing over him.

Come on jisung think of something.

"I was thinking of my dogs!" Jisung exclaimed, trying to desperately cover up the fact he was thinking about Minho.

"You don't have dogs Jisung. Don't be ashamed," Hyunjin said and crawled on the bed, swinging a leg over Jisung to straddle his lap.

Yeah Jisung, you don't have dogs. Fucking dumbass, he thought.

Jisung pursed his lips, still avoiding eye contact with the taller boy.

"Hyunjin really, I-I'm not in the mood," he mumbled, attempting to sound confident.

Hyunjin hummed and ran a hand down Jisung's chest, "your boner says otherwise."

Boner?!

Jisung's eyes widened, because indeed he had a boner.

I got a fucking boner thinking of Minho?!

Jisung wasn't able to choke out any words, as Hyunjin slipped his hand underneath Jisung's shirt.

"H-hyujin seriously-"

Panic was filling Jisung's chest when Hyunjin's lips attached to his neck.

"Stop please- ah-"

Hyunjin ignored Jisung's words and began to slowly rock his hips on Jisung's hard on, "feel good baby?" He asked, moving his hands to grip the bottom of Jisung's shirt.

Jisung had his eyes shut, not wanting to believe this was happening right now. He didn't feel good.

Once Hyunjin began to lift the bottom of Jisung shift upward, the shorter snapped, "Hyunjin I being serious! Stop!"

He shoved Hyunjin's chest away from him causing him to fall backward on the bed and off of Jisung's lap. The taller looked shocked at his boyfriend's sudden actions. Jisung didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do.

Quickly, he stood off the bed and dipped down to grab his backpack. Without a word he marched out the door, eyes wide in shock and leaving behind a teary eyed Hyunjin.

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The rain fell hard on the snowy ground before Jisung. He was nearing his house, cold tears streaming down his cheeks. The snow mixed with the freezing rain almost masked those tears. One would only know he was crying if he let out a sob. Although the tears were silent, and Jisung couldn't let out a single sound.

He clutched his backpack straps stopping in his tracks.

It was cliche.

He stood in the rain letting the sound drown out his thoughts as tears streamed down his face?

Although knowing how cliche it was he couldn't bring himself to rush for shelter. He thought maybe the rain would disguise the sudden dread he felt. Maybe it would block out how ashamed he was.

What were his true feelings for Hyunjin? Shouldn't boyfriends want to have sex with each other? Shouldn't there be consent?

So many questions were swimming through Jisung's head. He felt so over whelmed and a confused, it was like his chest was caving in. The noise in his head mixing with the noise of the rain was so powerful it made him dizzy. Yet, despite being a street from his house, he almost didn't want to go home. At home was his bed which was where he would have to sleep. Sleeping meant a new day which meant he had to deal with today's events early then he wished to.

Without much though Jisung pulled out his phone, dialling the first number he can think of.

...

...

"Hello?"

"S-Seungmin?"

[A/N]:

Hello ya'll nice to be back. Im pretty sure I'm gonna be doing nothing but updates today.

I don't have writers block anymore HALLE FUCKING LUJAH

im super fucking busy tho. Like heLL

FoR FrICk SaKE can a girl catch a damn break?

No apparently.

ANYWAYYY

THANKYOU FOR READING THIS IS LIKE KINDA UNedITTED SO PLEASE DONT HATE

ACTUALLY YOU CAN HATE IF YOU WANT

ACTUALLY MY HEART IS WEAK RN

WELL

NVM

ANYWAY BYE THANKS

-Andyyyyy