Ramè || MINSUNG

.17

Jisung was hiding in the public bathroom only for the fact of delaying his meet up with Minho.  Pulling his phone out of his pocket he pushed Felix's contact, the device only ringing twice before the young Aussie picked up.
"Yes?"
"Yo. I'm in a predicament."
"And what would that be?" Jisung could feel the eye roll.
"Minho invited me to the fair with him. It's super weird. He said it's for being a good employee or some shit." Jisung started to bite his finger nails only to stop the bad habit.
"Well enjoy it Sung. I mean, he's only a couple of years older than you. And I bet he's paying. So eat all you can." With that Felix hung up, leaving Jisung standing in the bathroom, phone in hand.
Letting out a breath he walked out and walked over to Minho.
"Let's play some games." Taking Jisung's hand Minho led him over to a balloon and dart game, the older staring down a certain cat plushie.
"How much money does the cat one cost?" Minho asked the booth owner as he opened his wallet.
"You have to play for it pretty boy." The mans gruff sarcastic voice has Jisung setting down a five dollar bill, and soon in his hands was five darts.
Pop! One down.
Pop! Two down.
Pop! Pop! Four down and one left.
"You wanna try?" Jisung held the last dart out to Minho only to place it in his hand.
"No. I'm not good at aiming." Rolling the dart back and forth in his hand and between his fingers he looked at the board. Aiming with one eye open Minho threw the dart and hearing the familiar pop of a balloon he was met with the same stuffed cat that he desired.
"You actually hit it." Turning around all the color drained out of Minho's face. Standing there, hand in hand, was Mark and Jackson. A shiny ring donning his finger.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Jisung asked as he placed a hand on Minho's shoulder, feeling how tense his boss had gotten.
"I'm Mark, Minho's friend. Who might you be?"