King | Minsung AU

7

"you were SERIOUS?"
"y-yeah.."

jisung laughed dryly.
"fuck this man, you and your stupid castle."
he (yeeted) left the room and quickly started down the hallway.

"wait, just..let me take you home?"
he followed the boy, trying to keep up.

(PICK UP THE PACE)

"i don't need a ride."

"i don't want you to walk home it's probably far-"

"i have a friend waiting."

"oh.."

"what, you're too good for friends?"
minho looked down.

"i actually don't ha-"
jisung slammed the front door before he could finish his sentence.

he blinked for a second, then turned around.
he started back to his room, and along the way, he found a beanie.
it wasn't his..

his day was slow and he couldn't seem to get the other boy out of his head.

at dinner, his mother had asked how his day was, and he had replied with a simple sentence.
"i met an angel."

~

jisung ran down the steps of the palace, not catching those last words from the probably stuck-up boy.

at the end of the staircase felix was waiting in his car.
the blond started driving towards the cafe they worked at.

both of the boys had grown up poor, so they each had to work multiple jobs to keep up the small apartment they shared.

"so, what happened exactly?"

"i met a prick."