Ramè || MINSUNG

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Many things can get someone fired from their job. Many things can get someone suspended from their job. And some things doesn't have an affect on a person's job. It all depends on the level of the persons actions.
Lee Minho sat in his office, a bloodied tissue held to his nose while a noticeable bruise was starting to show on his left cheek, Jeongin, Felix and Changbin icing the spot while holding an ice bag to his now black eye. Meanwhile Bang Chan sat outside at his work desk, Woojin, Seungmin and Hyunjin patching him up and icing his bruised face. All while Han Jisung sat in the café down the street with Park Jisung and Lee Hyunso, sharing a laugh as the three share stories of their friends.

"I love Jisung."
"What? What did you just say?"
"I uh. I love Jisung. I really do. Look, I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you and your friends but please. I really do love him." Minho didn't know where all this was coming from. Either the idea of not having Jisung in his life in a more romantic way or the idea of Jisung having someone other than him drove him to speak with his heart and not his brain.
And before he knew it Chan's fist collided with Minho's face.
"What the fuck?!" Minho yelled as he held his now bleeding nose.
"How dare you say that to me! You don't love him! You never have! Don't lie to my face like that about my best friend!" Chan sent another fist towards Minho's face only to have it miss, sending him stumbling forward a couple of steps.
"Well I hope you liked seeing him because you're getting moved." Minho hissed as he wiped the blood off of his face with a tissue.

"Hot Jisung, how do you know daddy?" Hyunso tilted his head to the left, making Jisung coo at how cute the little boy looked.
"I'm his secretary."
"Well he really likes you. I always hear him talking about how cute you are and stuff like that to Uncle Jinyoung. You should ask him out-" Hyunso's mouth was covered by Jinyoung's hand, stopping the sentence.
"He does like you." Jinyoung sung as he looked out the café's window.
"Then what are we waiting for? Come on!" Jisung jumped up and pulled out a crumpled ten dollar bill, tossing it on the table with the bill the three of them rushed out of the café and down the streets to the company. Not having a single idea of the wild jungle they were about to enter.