Ramè || MINSUNG

.69

"Mr. Han, would you like to answer the problem on the board? Or would you rather sit and stare into space?" The teachers voice broke Jisung of his spacing out, her raspy voice making Hyunjin cringe.

"Ah, it's uh... Nineteen?" Praying to any god that would listen Jisung hoped that his random guess would be correct seeing as he had no idea what the hell was going on.

"Hmm. Well I guess you were paying attention. I'm keeping my eye on you Han." Giving her the middle finger as soon as her back was turned Jisung slipped his phone out of his pocket, hoping to see if anyone had texted him.

Hyunjean: nice save you got there
Me: thanks
Hyunjean: what were you thinking about anyway?
Me: I don't wanna say
Hyunjean: why tho
Me: you'll get mad
Hyunjean: I will not
Me: fine
Me: I was thinking about it I should go back to Minho or not

Hearing a slam Jisung shot his head up only to make eye contact with Hyunjin's fire like glare.

Me: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T GET MAD
Hyunjean: I'm not mad... Just disappointed
Me: THAT'S PRACTICALLY THE SAME THING

Slipping his phone back into his pocket Jisung nervously smiled at Hyunjin, the taller male slowly shaking his head.

When the bell rung Jisung didn't know if it was smarter to run like hell out of the classroom or if he should wait it out. Seeing Hyunjin angrily shove his binders into his backpack gave the idea that he should run rather than wait, and that's what he did.
Hiding in an old recording studio Jisung gently shook as he hid under the producing desk.

"Han Peter you get out from under that desk right now!" Hyunjin's booming voice made Jisung shake harder, the sight of his boots making his breath hitch.

Popping his head out from under the desk Jisung was met with Hyunjin's glare. "Yeah?"

"We need to talk." Hyunjin growled as he sat on the office chair in the room.

"I'd rather not. Can't we just go out and eat?" Jisung didn't want to talk about it, he knew what he was thinking was wrong in general but he couldn't help it.

"Well I'm not leaving. So either we talk like this or you can be a man and get out from under the desk." Staying under the desk Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

"I know it's wrong. But I just can't help it." Mumbling Jisung played with the laces on his shoes, refusing to look anywhere but the floor.

"He played you. You were a pawn in his plan to get back this guy. A MARRIED guy. Get over him and get onto the fact that he was nothing but toxic." Hyunjin's words may have been true but they hurt like fresh poison.

At his reaching point Jisung finally snapped, voice strong and deep. "I know okay! I can't help it! I know he never loved me but for fucks sake I did!" Getting out from under the desk Jisung stood up and leaned against the desk, face in his hands. "I can't believe it. I loved him, I let him have everything I had! And all he did was fucking play me!"

"Hey. Let's go home." Hyunjin sat a hand on Jisung's shoulder as an action to somewhat calm him down.

———✨———

Entering the JiLix apartment Felix was found shoving his mouth with marshmallows, Changbin beside him getting more and more concerned with each one he put in while Seungmin egged him on. Chan and Woojin were at the kitchen cooking while Jeongin sat on the opposite couch, channel surfing.

"Hey." Jeongin mumbled as Jisung passed him on his way to his room, the males footsteps heavy and angry.

"What's wrong with him?" Seungmin asked as Hyunjin moved beside him, arms wrapping around his waist.

"Minho." Hyunjin growled as Felix choked and spit a wad of marshmallows out into a trash can.

"I got 27!" He shouted with a grin.

"I wanna pay him a visit. Really bad." Jeongin's tone was somewhat unsettling in the way he said it but it started a fire in Felix.

"I wanna go and end that mans whole career." Felix growled as a fire in his eyes ignited.

"Honey calm down. Let's just go and fuck him up a little." Changbin nervously placed a calming hand on his knee.

"Let's go!" Hyunjin shouted as the five of them dashed out of the apartment.

"Hey Woojin. Where's the kids?" Chan asked as he poked his head out of the kitchen at the quietness.

———✨———

"Yeah we're here for Lee Minho." Felix had slammed his hands on the entrance desk, scaring the shit out of Wonpil.

"Name?" He asked with shaky hands.

"We didn't make a reservation. Friends of Han Jisung." Jeongin said from the back.

"I'm sorry but if you don't have a reservation you can't get in." Wonpil was scared out of his wits of the boys.

"We're going in one way or another." Changbin huffed as he slid a hundred across the counter, Wonpil's eyes widening.

"Yes sir? I have five men here who say they're friends of Han Jisung. Shall I send them up? Alright," Gingerly taking the hundred Wonpil slid five VIP passes across the counter. "Go to floor 12, Mr. Lee is ready."