F.R.I.E.N.D.S but it's stray kids

the sixth

Spring showers left puddles in their wake, Jisung tugging off his soaked shoes by the door.

"Oh you're home early." Hyunjin noted as he stood at the end of the hall. He looked mildly panicked and Jisung gave him an odd stare.

"Prof had some car troubles. Class was cancel-" Jisung waded into the living room, words falling short at the sight of someone's half hazaphard appearance. "Oh I didn't realize-"

"I should go." Said boy stood, half smiling as he took quick steps to the door. "I'll call you." When the door was shut, Jisung asked for an explanation.

"I should have told you sooner." He was quick to say, looking incredibly apologetic as he sat with Jisung. "I just wasn't sure when the right time was to bring it up." Jisung felt his world turning upside down. The boy who left his apartment with red kissed lips was not at all Minho. Not at all. "His name is Changbin. We've gone out a few times, but things weren't that serious until recently. This was actually the first time he was over." Hyunjin's hand was mindlessly playing with the hairs at the back of his neck. It was obvious this was awkward for him, but it was more awkward for Jisung. Because Jisung had thought-

"Aren't you with Minho?" The words left before he could think it over. Hyunjin was far more shocked, shaking his head quickly.

"What? No, what gave you that impression?" The signs Jisung had assumed he'd seen were suddenly insignificant. What scared him most was the fact that Minho was single. Jisung had a chance. "Why did you think I was dating Minho?" Hyunjin asked again.

"You guys were so close and he told me-" Hyunjin cracked up, absolutely losing coherence at his words.

"Whatever he told you, it meant nothing. He's never had feelings for me." There was a faint trace of bitterness in his tone. "Minho has and will always be my best friend. But he sure isn't the guy in my life anymore." He smiled, probably thinking about the boy who just left their apartment. Jisung, on the other hand, was thinking about Minho. How it had all seemed to fall into place, how the feelings he thought Hyunjin harboured had been accepted and all was well with the world. Except, that was far from the case and in reality he was suddenly living the life he had wanted in the first place. Minho single and Jisung with a shot. It all seemed so fast.

"So Changbin is your boyfriend?" Hyunjin absolutely turned red.

"We haven't really put a label, but here's to hoping." There was no way Changbing would turn him down. Jisung knew. He congratulated his friend, laughing a little too awkwardly as he announced his departure. He put his soaked shoes back on and headed out again. Things were just too muddled.

He returned hours later, having killed time at a coffee shop for much longer than necessary. He pretty much stared out a window for three hours, lost in his mind as the barista refilled his mug. He felt silly really, thinking that the world was cruel. But should he be thinking that. After all, he got what he wanted. He got his opportunity, but it just didn't seem right. It just didn't seem like the thing that should have happened. He should have talked to Hyunjin more. Should have asked him if there really was no more unkempt feelings. If he had really let go of the past. Sighing, he had reached his end. There was nothing left to think. Other than maybe what he was going to do the next time he saw Minho.

Unluckily for him, the world had made it his fate to find out sooner rather than later. Minho was waiting for him when he walked through the door. He ran right up to Jisung, a worried expression on his face. "Why are you soaking wet?" Had Jisung forgot his umbrella. Man he really was out of it. "Here, let's get you into warm clothes." Minho tugged him along, taking him into his own room like he was the one that lived there and not the other way around. He dug through the drawers, procuring said warm clothes and ordering Jisung to change. Unfair, it was so unfair that Minho knew where to find his softest sweater and his fuzzy socks and for a moment, Jisung felt like crying. He dumped the clothes on the bathroom floor and just burst into tears. He may have been too loud because there was a knock at the door. "Sungie, is everything okay?" Everything was most definitely not okay, but he didn't know why they weren't okay. He just felt overwhelmed. Unsurprisingly, Jisung hadn't locked the door so Minho walked right in. "Sungie, why are you crying?"