It's simple, you plus me is equal to zero.
When Jisung and Minho stopped at the corner of the shop, Jisung faced the older with bored face.
"Tell me what you want and make it quick." Jisung said.
"Well... I just wanna say that Rin is just really clingy and she's kinda over-attached to me. So...That thing earlier was nothing...uhmm.. y'know...the arm" Minho nervously explained while doing some weird gestures.
"No need to explain. Shits happens for shitty reason. So let's just move on and ignore each other from this day forward." Jisung combed his hair with his fingers.
"Uhm, No! I won't. I'll make you like me again!" Minho stubbornly said.
"Aisht so hardheaded! Fine do what you want. Just don't overdo it." Jisung slumped his shoulders in defeat knowing that he won't win an argument to this asshole. So, he'll just play along if that what it takes for a peaceful school life.
"Thank you! now..." Minho snatched Jisung's phone and typed his number there and brought it back to Jisung. The blonde stared at the ID name of Minho's contact number.
Hottie♥️
"Hottie my ass" Jisung rolled his eyes.
"Text me or call me if you want to talk." Minho said with a wink.
"ew—gross" Jisung fake puked.
Minho just giggled at the younger's silliness and ruffled his soft hair.
"YAH!" Jisung balled his fist, threatening the older.
"woah~ okay chill." Minho raised his hands in defense. "One last thing."
"What???" Jisung questioned.
Minho swiftly leaned in and pecked Jisung's chubby cheeks.
"HEY!" Jisung turned into tomato head.
"BYE! HAHAHA! Minho sprinted to his friends, escaping from Jisung's fist.
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The two groups separated and made their ways on their own businesses. Jisung's group went to Yang's residence since Jeongin wants to introduce them to his hyung and the rest of the household.
Minho and his friends also parted their ways. Seungmin and Hyunjin went to their apartment since they live together as per their parent's plan. Chan went home as well as woojin.
Minho walked his way to his 'home'. He arrived at their front door seconds after that he inserted the key to the keyhole.
He entered the house but welcomed with loud yell from a familiar voice.
"YAH! YOU CURSED CHILD! WHERE HAVE YOU'VE BEEN!?" Sooman, his uncle shouted.
"I'm out with my friends" Minho whispered while looking down.
"You have friends? HA! You'll eventually bring misfortune to them." Sooman said.
Minho looked up to see the man. Sooman has flushed face, obviously drunk proven by the bottles of alcohol on the floor.
Sooman is his uncle from his mother's side. He doesn't know why but this man was very close to his late mother. Yes, his mother passed away when he was 11 years old because of cancer.
Right after her death, his father was remarried to another woman who's older than minho only by bit. He didn't complained though, he's not a father to him to start with. What's important to him was the access to his dad's account, he use the money to pay for his school, food and basic necessities.
Sooman came into the picture then lived with him. Saying he was there to take care of him. At first he was kind but eventually showed his true colors and abused him. He took his dad's card and took control of him. Sooman blamed Minho for his mother's death saying he was a cursed child and carries misfortune to everyone's life.
Minho sighed and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah same story everyday. Give it a rest."
"WHAT!?" Sooman charged at the younger and punched him to his jaw causing minho to stumble on the floor. "That's what you get for talking back."
Minho spat the rusty-taste to the floor and see red colored liquid. He hissed and touched his injured jaw.
He stood up and went upstairs to his room. He opened his closet and picked up some clothes and stuffed it inside his black adidas bag. He closed it and laid on his messy bed and stared at the empty ceiling.
He had enough.
He's been enduring this for past 6 years already. So he decided to escape from this shitty life and start anew. He glanced at his phone to check the time.
7:45PM.
He listened to his surroundings and found it quiet, meaning Sooman already fell asleep. He huffed some air and stood up while picking his bag.
He went downstairs and glanced at the sleeping man on the couch with a bottle of beer on his hand. He roamed his eyes to look for the man's wallet.
The wallet was placed on the tea table beside the couch. He tiptoed there and opened the wallet. He took out the familiar card which he identified as his father's, he also took some cash with him.
Minho grabbed the car keys which was owned by Sooman. He threw it on the toilet bowl, it wasn't completely sunk in though, the keychain on the keys was still visible. Well, enough to provoke to the old man. That's his goal.
He went out right after he got a screwdriver. Minho made his way to the garage and stabbed the tire of Sooman's car. He may or may not also left some scratched on the car.
Minho walked away from the hell satisfied from what he did. No regrets.
