Voices ran throughout Minho's brain.
'Friend? A friend? Friends don't pin each other to a wall and confess their love to each other. Friends don't go out on dates and kiss each other as the sun sets.'
"I'm Jisung, Minho's friend." Minho looked over to find Jisung holding his hand out, a smile on his face.
'Why is he lying? Why are him and Mark shaking hands? When did his hand end up on my shoulder?'
"Jisung eh? Never heard of you before. Where did you meet?" Mark had his fingers intertwined with Jackson's, something he never did with Minho.
"Minho helped me get a job, as his assistant. How do you know him?"
'Why didn't he hold my hand? Why didn't he ever say "I love you" back to me? Why was he the first the hang up?'
"Well isn't that nice of him. Oh yeah, this is my husband to be, Jackson." Jackson shook Jisung's hand and then looked back at the two, eyeing them both up and down.
"Congrats. Well sorry to have to cut our conversation short but we have to go. It was nice meeting you." With that Jisung grabbed Minho's hand, dragging the older away from the couple. Arriving at Minho's car Jisung tapped Minho on the shoulder, breaking him out of his trance.
"I know he's not a friend. Care to explain?" Jisung had an eyebrow raised and a hand on his hip, his blonde hair shining in the sunlight.
'Goddamnit.'
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Ramè || MINSUNG
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Ramè: (n) something that is both chaotic and joyful at the same time -- Jisung gets a job as an assistant for the notorious Lee Minho but ends up getting more than he bargained for
