Destined {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Twenty-Three

"The club?" Minho quirked a brow at Felix, who nodded with a wolfish grin. Changbin grumbled under his breath beside the blonde, though he did not protest. "Why?" They'd never gone to a club together, and he'd never even heard the blonde mention going to one before.

Minho wasn't against clubbing; really, he loved it. He pondered over the thought for a little while; he hadn't been in a long time, and he did need to let loose. Things had gotten too stressful lately. He shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

Felix cheered, his eyes twinkling in mischief, but the brunet easily dismissed it. It wasn't unlike the boy to come up with all sorts of schemes to get his way; he imagined it had something to do with Changbin, with the way he was grumbling. "When are we going?" he asked.

"Tonight!" Felix chirped with a wink. Minho nodded with an answering smirk. He headed to his room, ready to choose what to wear; despite himself, he was a bit too excited to have a little fun. He smiled to himself; tonight, he promised himself he'd forget all about werewolves. Tonight was his night.

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Minho stuck close to Felix and Changbin, not wanting to lose them in the mass of bodies jumping to the beat of the deafening music, colliding with one another only to bounce off again; man, it was busy today. Even so, he still felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins, his smile growing inch by inch.

Felix dragged his two companions towards the bar, nearly skipping. He was really excited, and it was a bit strange; what was making him so jubilant? Minho bit his lip, surveying the lounge.

"HYUNJIN!" Felix yelled over the music, and a boy with dark hair sitting at the bar looked up, a grin splitting his face. He stood, causing the man sitting next to him to look up from where he'd previously been looking down at his drink.

Minho froze. His eyes slowly slid towards Felix, who now talked animatedly with the man named Hyunjin. So... he was the one who was included in the scheme, not Changbin. Minho turned his stare back to Jisung, who hadn't seemed to notice him yet.

If he was quick, maybe he'd be able to leave without being noticed... He shook his head; no. He couldn't deny the fear that shook his hands, but he also would not give in. If Felix can get over it, so can I.

Hesitantly, he approached the group, his breath hitching the closer he got. Felix looked over his shoulder at him, his expression serious for but a moment before he grinned and waved him over.

Jisung turned to look at him, now, and his eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly. He whipped back to face Felix, mouth forming around words he could not hear, but his friend merely waved him off, returning to his conversation with Hyunjin and Changbin.

As he came to stand beside them, he couldn't help but notice how handsome Jisung looked, even though he wasn't wearing anything fancy, or that anyone else in the room would have worn to a club, with a lilac hoodie topped with a black overcoat, and a regular pair of black skinny jeans.

Not to mention that he looked extremely uncomfortable, his nose twitching every now and again.

Minho strangely found it endearing. He took the final step that made him stop directly in front of the werewolf, and although he'd initially wanted to speak, he didn't really know what to say anymore.

It seemed that Jisung was in the same predicament because he opened his mouth only to close it again, averting his eyes; he looked guilty, and Minho's eyebrows furrowed.

He was shoved into a seat, and he flailed about for a few moments before securing himself from falling off. Felix waved and dragged the other two further into the crowd, quickly disappearing from view.

Minho loosed a breath and turned to face Jisung, only to find him already looking. The werewolf's face reddened and he looked back down. "How..." He cleared his throat. "How are you?" he asked, louder than he'd initially started.

Jisung met his eyes with a hesitant smile; he seemed somehow sad, and the other boy felt a pang in his chest; he didn't want to see those beautiful eyes so sad, ever. "Good... what about you?" Hope flickered over his expression, and Minho smiled in response.

"I've been doing good." The conversation died on his tongue, and they were once again wrapped in a thick, uncomfortable silence. Minho bit down on his bottom lip, staring up at the ceiling. "Jisung, I–"

"I'm sorry." Minho stared at the boy in shock before his eyebrows furrowed.

"Why... why are you sorry?" Jisung hesitantly met his eyes again, and the sadness was there again, guilt mingling and enhancing it; it was clear as day, now. Minho bit down on his bottom lip as the other boy lowered his voice, and his eyes.

"For... for showing you the side of the world that you shouldn't ever have to know." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, leaning against his hand to stare at the bar counter.

"It's... it's okay, really. I..." He sighed and mirrored Jisung's position. "I just want us to act like we did before." He shrugged. He liked how they acted before, and dare he say he wanted another friend.

It was strange; he'd never really cared about the amount of friends he had, or if he even had any friends at all. He was more of a recluse than a social butterfly, now. After high school things had changed, but... Jisung was just... special, it seemed.

Jisung's face lit up and he grinned. "Okay. That can work." His smile grew, and Minho found a smile twitching at the edges of his own lips. Maybe he was happy with being involved in Felix's scheme, this time.

But he'd never admit it aloud.

A/N:  I finished the first read-through of my novel guys asdLKASJASDJKADLJFE (I started editing today) I mean, it's a hot mess, but it is slowly coming together in my mind, honestly I'm so excited for the day people will get to read it-- (that is also the reason I edited so late today)

Q: How do you judge a person?

A: I feel like everybody judges people even when they try not to, it's a human trait. Honsetly, I judge people by how they act when I first meet them, or who they hang out with the majority of the time, and I'm not exactly proud of it, buut...

Lots of love,

~Junnie