different

Chapter IV

"I've been pondering for a while now.. but how about we move to the dorms, together?" Jisung was leaning on the table; his arms crossed and head on top of it, looking directly at his boyfriend. JaeWoong took another sip of his hot chocolate, wiped the corner of his mouth delicately with a napkin, and gazed with his killer look to the man in front of him.

It wasn't your usual date, with a movie and restaurant. It was a study date: computers; the sound of typing, while taking a sip of a drink every five minutes.

Both were total opposites. Jisung's head was lazily laying on his arms on the table as JaeWoong was sitting straight, a book in his hands, looking prince-like.

"You- what?" JaeWoong went agape, "you know we're halfway through the year. Plus, you and I have pretty good apartments not too far from the uni."

"I know~, I know~" Jisung whined while pouting, "I've been thinking about it for a while though." He lightly blew on his coffee, attempting to cool it down.

"No." He brought the book up and continued to read as Jisung whined.

"What are you reading?" Jisung asked, trying to look at the cover. JaeWoong blushed and flinched.

"'The art of serial killers'? Weird." He rested his head once again on the table.

The small bell rang as a new customer entered the small cafe. He approached the counter and started to order. JaeWoong flinched when he heard his voice; he already heard it before. When the black haired male picked up his drink and sat not too far from the couple, JaeWoong followed him with his confused gaze.

"Uh-" Jisung's voice brought him back to reality. He brought his book back up and hid his face with it.

"Are you spying on someone?" The squirrel couldn't stop giggling cutely as he whispered it to his boyfriend who looked traumatized.

"It's not really spying if the person's aware of it." JaeWoong froze in place as he heard his voice.

"Hyunjin," the tall black haired male approached his hand towards Jisung's to handshake it, as the confused squirrel looked at his boyfriend, completely lost.

JaeWoong brought his book up higher, entirely covering his confused face. "Well nice to meet you, and nice to see you again after that many years," his cute giggle rang in JaeWoong's head, who still hid.

"Let's exchange phone numbers Jae!" Jisung has the 'no no bitch' face on as JaeWoong quietly slide his phone on the table towards Jisung, still holding the book up.

Jisung sighed, put in the password to unlock the phone. 'Give Minho's lol' was written on the search bar. Jisung erased it and hid his grinning face and gave it to hyunjin.

"Uh, he knows your password, you guys are really close right?"

"Duh, yes we're da-" JaeWoong hit Jisung with his foot, under the table, to cut him off.

"Yes," JaeWoong's voice could hardly be heard.

"Well, see you! Text me when you want to meet up!" And he went back to his table.

Jisung's cheeks were red from anger, "who the fuck was that? why did you hit me? were you friends with that guy? bUt, that prank was a nice idea."

"no one important. and don't tell everyone we're da-," he stopped and whispered the rest, "-ting."

Jisung huffed, "I highly dislike him."

"Anyone could know. I had a book blocking my vision, but I still knew," he raised an eyebrow to light up the mood but Jisung just crossed his arms, "if he hurts you, I can kill him."

"he's still my friend you know.."

"I don't like this bitchass."

"LANGUAGE." he whisper-yelled.