The Underground - 3RACHA

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When Jisung suggested the idea of helping Changbin with his rapping to Chan, he looked at him as if he was insane. "Yeah, I don't think that's going to work," He said as he walked past Jisung in the kitchen at work.

"Why not?" Jisung asked, following after him as he made his way over to the sink and dumped a stack of plates inside.

"Because I'm pretty sure he hates my guts?" Chan scoffed, "why do you want me to help him anyway? I didn't even know you knew him."

Jisung shrugged, "he's my friend."

"Right," Chan mumbled, turning on the taps and letting the water spray onto the plates. It splashed him slightly, but not enough for him to care. "He still hates me though."

"He doesn't hate you," Jisung chuckled, "he just acts like he hates everyone. He's nice when you get to know him."

"Is that why everyone at The Underground wants to beat the shit out of him?"

Jisung pouted, "that wasn't very nice, Chan."

Chan looked sideways at Jisung and smiled. They were the only two in the kitchen at the moment so he didn't hesitate to move forward and cup the younger boys cheek. "You're cute," he whispered, leaning forwards and pressing his lips to Jisung's for barely a second, but Jisung felt his cheeks heating up regardless. He was stubborn though. His pout remained on his face until he elicited a sigh from Chan. "Ok, fine. I'll think about it."

Jisung's pout disappeared and was replaced by a beaming smile. He clapped his hands together and jumped up and down twice, "Yes, thank you so much! You're the best."

Chan scoffed, "I know."

-

"CB67?" Changbin gave Jisung the same look that Chan had given him when he suggested the idea. "You didn't tell me the person helping you was CB67! There's no way I can do that."

Jisung grabbed Changbin's hand as he tried to walk away. They were at The Underground and Jisung had managed to escape Hyunjin for a few minutes to find Changbin and talk to him around the back of the building. Changbin looked down at their now connected hands before back up at Jisung, expecting him to say something. "Ok, I know you two don't exactly get along but you've never properly talked to each other according to Chan so please...give it a go?"

Changbin didn't think anything about the idea was good. He couldn't see him and Chan working together going well and he was certain more arguing than helping would occur if they did, but with Jisung gripping his hand and looking at him with big, pleading eyes he found himself unable to refuse. "Fine," he sighed, "I'll try it but the second it goes wrong I'm leaving."

-

That's how all three of them ended up sitting in Chan's cramped living-room with a tense silence in the air that none of them knew how to break, except Jisung when he suddenly perked up with an idea. "We could...talk about why we like rapping? Maybe that's a good ice breaker," he mumbled, unsure of his own idea as he started to say it aloud.

Changbin chuckled, "what, are we in group therapy?"

"I guess not..."

The silence formed again and Jisung was beginning to regret his decision entirely. He suddenly jumped up from his seat on the sofa, in between Chan and Changbin. Both of their heads snapped towards him and he said, "ok, I wanted this to work but I don't think it's going to if you don't talk. I'm going to the bathroom and if you decide you don't want to do this by the time I'm back, I'll understand."

"Ok," Chan said. Changbin nodded. With that Jisung left and the remaining boys turned to look at each other. Chan was the first to speak. "It's obvious you don't like me and I don't know why Jisung wanted me to do this but he does so I'm doing it for him. It's up to you if you want to do it or not though," he shrugged.