just text me ; minsung

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"No." 

"What do you mean no?" 

"You're not allowed to," Jisung huffs, strands of hair that clung to his forehead flew up before gravity took its course. He pressed his cheek on his shoulder to secure his phone to his ear as he hoisted a box of fruit from the kitchen. 

"Jisung, I'm a grown man and I can do as I please," Felix declared from the other end, slightly cracky with the wavering signal. 

"And if this date goes wrong, do you know just how badly you're going to affect my job? You are aware Changbin is best friends with my boss, right?" Jisung whispered, glancing over his shoulder to assure himself neither Changbin nor Hyunjin was standing there. 

"Whatever, if I fuck up you can tell me 'I told you so,' but not now."

Just as Jisung opens his mouth to release a witty comeback he was particularly proud of, his phone lit up out of the corner of his eye. He shook his head, dropping his phone and slipping it into sleep mode. 

He was unsettled by the whole thing. This job was nowhere near his dreams, but it was paying bills and contributing to his college fund. And Felix was completely blind to that. 

The weight of the box was relieved from his arms as he placed it on the granite countertop. He gazed out the window, wincing by the brightness of the fresh morning sun. He really didn't want to stay here for the next eight hours. 

Jisung sighed, unlocking his phone and entering the void of his messages. 

Can we meet up in an hour or so? I'm going to fucking kill someone.

Minho replies immediately. 

Yeah, been wanting to die recently. Where at?

Due to the anger clouding his mind, he didn't think twice as he recommended his house as the meetup destination. Thankfully, Minho agrees without much resistance. 

Now comes the hard, yet not so hard, part. Convincing Hyunjin to let him go home early. Suddenly, he was grateful for the acting practice he'd gotten as a kid when he wanted to skip school. 

He nods to himself reassuringly, reminding himself under his breath that he had done this exact thing hundreds of times before. 

He enters Hyunjin's 'office,' which was really just the staffroom, with heavy eyes and a pretend weight dragging at his feet. 

"Hey, Hyunjin," Jisung mumbled, grabbing the boy's attention as he pressed a hand to his stomach. 

"What's up?" 

"I hate to say this, but I think I'm coming down with something. I'm dizzy and-" he cuts himself off, leaning against the wall and gasping for air. 

"Woah, you should get home. Do you need a ride?" 

Jisung shakes his head, silently dismissing himself from the restaurant. 

He only ditched his dizzy limp when he reached the end of the street. And from then on out, his pace was steady and his head filled with thoughts wondering how he'd gotten himself here in the first place.