nine 🗝

619 39 24
                                    

"What got you so worked up?" Minho found Chan doing some push ups outside their dorm.

"I don't know,"

"Is this about Woojin hyung?"

"Is it that obvious?"

Minho sat down on the lawn beside him, "Hyung, the three of us have been friends for almost 7 years. I can read you perfectly."

Chan stopped his push ups and sat down, "It's just - I thought he'd be happy for me. He's been ignoring me for days now."

"He is happy. We all are," Minho explains. "But, I don't think this is about getting you scouted."

"You mean -?"

Minho nods, "Remember when we got drunk and you two, uhm, you two kissed?"

Chan smiled at the memory, "How can I forget? That was my first kiss."

"Then you probably have an idea why he's been ignoring you."

Chan looked at Minho trying to read his eyes and understand him.

Woojin isn't the type of guy who's open to his emotions. He would rather bottle it up rather than telling people about it.

That's the reason why the two kissed that night. They were both intoxicated and Woojin was just eager to find out what his feelings for Chan truly were.

"Talk to him, hyung." Minho suggests as he stands up. "You two both deserve it."

Chan was about to say something when they saw Jisung heading out, "Where are you going?"

"Out," Jisung answers, fixing his bag. "I'm meeting Haeyeon for some lessons."

"I thought Jiyeon was the one tutoring you?" Chan asked, a bit confused.

"She is but this is a different kind of lesson,"

Minho rolls his eyes, "He means Seji lesson,"

Chan mouthed an 'aah', "Be back by dinner. We're having steak."

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

"She hates that," Haeyeon mutters, pointing at Jisung's green polo shirt.

They were at the mall and Jisung decided to buy something nice since he's planning to ask Seji out.

The boy groans, "I've been wearing everything she hates,"

"No, she's really not that picky about clothes -"

"But you said she hates this!"

"Well, yeah," Haeyeon stands up, grabbing a blue shirt on the clothestand, "Here, she loves blue stuff. I suggest you give her some blue flowers, too."

"Okay..." Jisung notes, taking the shirt from Haeyeon. "I'll try it on."

Haeyeon watches as Jisung goes back to the dressing room. She sighs, hearing her phone ring.

"Hey, where are you? I thought we were doing our project in geometry?"

"Oh, Renjun, I'm sorry, but can I, uhm, raincheck? I'm a bit busy."

"Why? Where are you? You're not with him, are you?"

"Injun, he asked me -"

"Nevermind, I understand. No worries. Just be careful, Hae. You don't necessarily need to believe in fortune tellers."

Haeyeon frowns, "I'll meet you tomorrow, okay?"

She puts her phone in her pocket and saw Jisung walking out as he ruffles his hair, exposing his forehead.

"Well, how do I look?"

Haeyeon bit the inside of her cheek and all she could say was, "Good. You look good."

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞Where stories live. Discover now