Ramè || MINSUNG

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It was cold. Very cold. Yet Han Jisung stood outside on the porch steps of Lee Minho's house. He had been able to escape the dance practice room in silence when Woojin and Felix were getting into it. Clad in only a thin t-shirt and some sweat pants Jisung's teeth clattered from the chilly weather.

'Why am I here?' Jisung thought to himself as he brushed the hair off of his face.

The inside of the house was dimly lit up but it was enough for Jisung to see Minho curled up next to Hyunso on the couch, laughing at a random television program.

'Do I knock?' As his hand wavered inches away from the door Jisung retracted his hand, placing it in his pocket before rubbing his arms for friction in hopes of heat.

Turning on his heels Jisung started down the steps, running his hand along the stair railing and making patterns as the heat from his hands melted the frost that laid on the metal. A car pulling up to the curb had the young man hiding behind a bush, eyes peering through the leaves as he watched Jinyoung step out of the vehicle, pocketing the keys.
Knocking on the door Jinyoung let out a sigh, his breath making a cloud of smoke in the air right as Minho opened the door, Jisung's breath catching in his throat at the sight of his former lover.

(Jinyoung's POV)
"You look like actual shi- Hyunso!" I put on a smile as I embraced the young boy in my arms, glad that I caught my tongue before cursing.

"Uncle Jinyoung!"

"Hey buddy, can I talk to your dad in privacy for a second?" Giving a nod I grabbed Minho by the hand, dragging him into his bed room.

"Look at yourself." I said as I turned him so he could look at the mirror.

Minho's hair was messy and looked as if it hadn't been washed in about four days. His clothes were wrinkled and stained by various food items while his skin was oily.

"I look fine." Minho turned his face to examine an on coming pimple that was going to form on his forehead.

"You look like shit."

"I feel like shit."

Sitting on his bed I ran a hand through his hair, attempting to fix it to where it at least looked brushed.

"I know you do, but you have to listen to me. He knows."

"Knows what?"

"Your plan."

"What plan?"

"The plan where he's a tool to get back at Mark. Minho you were so drunk that night that you outright told him." I watched Minho's eyes widen, mouth opening.

"That's why he quit."

(Third POV)
Jisung peered into Minho's bedroom window, any idea of him being caught or getting arrested for peeping flying out the window. He watched as Jinyoung attempted to fix Minho's hair.

"Is that.. My shirt?" He mumbled to himself as he noted the piece of clothing Minho chose to wear. "It's not important."

Standing from his crouched position Jisung let out a sigh. Why was he here. What did it matter now that the truth was out. Turning around Jisung shoves his hands in his jean pockets and started on his way back to Chan's apartment, thinking of a lie that would make sense of where the hell he had been.
Stopping by a 24/7 mart Jisung decided to go inside and pick up some snacks, deciding to go with the "I got us some snacks to go with the chicken" lie, cause that usually worked. Roaming up and down the isles Jisung rolled his eyes at a couple who were wrapped in each other's arm while looking at the vitamin waters.

"Excuse me." Jisung mumbled to a pink haired man as he went to reach for a box of chocolate cereal, only to find he couldn't reach it.

"Here, let me get it for you," The guy said as he easily grabbed a box and handed it to Jisung. "The names Hyungwon."

Shaking the strangers hand Jisung flashed a quick smile. "Han Jisung, thanks for the cereal help."

"Hyungwon! What have I told you about running off!" A shorter male angrily made his way towards the taller one, a frown painted on his features.

"Kihyun calm down," Hyungwon groaned as he started on his way to Kihyun. "Bye Jisung." With a small wave of his hand Jisung said goodbye to the tall man.

"I need strawberry milk." He mumbled to himself as he made his way to the dairy section.

Standing at the fridges was none other than Mark and another guy, taller than Jackson but not as muscular.

"Hey Jisung! Funny meeting you here." Mark smiled as he noticed Jisung's figure next to him.

"Hey Mark. Who's your friend?" Jisung didn't want to hate Mark for Minho's actions, seeing as he didn't know a thing.

"This is Yugyeom. Gyeom, this is Jisung." Yugyeom smiled quickly at Jisung before returning to gaze at his list of things he needed to pick up.

Grabbing eight bottles of strawberry and banana milk Jisung nodded at Mark. "It was nice seeing you, have a nice night."

"You too." Mark said as he waved at the younger male.