Lies || minsung ✔️

chapter twenty-eight

September

"Who?" Minho questioned, his heart picking up. Jisung, who was a ball of happiness a few seconds before, had now became a shaking, pale mess. The blonde was cowering behind Minho.

Jisung's mouth felt glued shut. He couldn't speak, his throat closed tight. He raised his hand shakily, pointing straight ahead.

Minho followed the direction of Jisung's finger until he was eye-to-eye with a girl. She had on a black cap, and her phone was poised in front of her face. Her lips were stretched into an insidious smirk.

The older squinted, trying to remember where he's seen this girl. It was the new customer at the coffee shop, the girl he ran into at the store.

"Ji-eun?" Minho asked, confused.

Jisung turned to his boyfriend, his eyes wide. "Y-you know her?" His voice trembled. 

Minho nodded. "What's wrong?" Worry saturated his gaze, and Minho soothingly rubbed Jisung's arm. He pulled Jisung close and glanced back up at the girl.

She didn't break eye contact with Minho as she walked through the crowd, prowling like a snake getting ready to strike. She flashed a harsh smile at Minho, then set her gaze on Jisung.

"Hey, Sungie," she snarled. Ji-eun's voice was dangerously smooth as she looked down at Jisung. 

Minho stepped in between them with a scowl on his face. "What the hell do you want?" he growled. 

Ji-eun, who was not at all intimidated, raised an eyebrow at Minho. "Looks like you've got someone standing up for you, my little Jisung. We'll see if he sticks around."

Minho could only see red. Who does she think she is, coming here and attacking Jisung right in the middle of their date?

"If you don't have anything to say, we're going to leave. Get the fuck away from me and my boyfriend." Minho's voice was low and steady, not at all betraying his roiling anger. He glared daggers at her before wrapping an arm around Jisung and guiding him out. 

When they got to the car, Minho carefully guided Jisung into his seat, holding his hand and kneeling beside him. "You're safe here, Jisung. I won't let anything happen to you. Are you okay? How are you feeling?" 

Jisung could only nod, gripping Minho's hand tightly. Minho's gaze softened. "Okay, you can tell me about this when you're ready, yeah? I'll always be here for you, Jisungie."

During the ride back to Minho's house, Jisung began to calm down. Breathe in, and breathe out, just like you did before, Jisung reminded himself, slowly relaxing again. 

He was able to speak again by the time they arrived. The first thing he said was, "I'm sorry I ruined our date."

Minho's head whipped up, shock written all over his face. The shock then turned to a reassuring smile. He grasped Jisung's hand and said, "This was the best day of my life, Jisung. I don't want you ever thinking that you ruined it. Anything I do with you is always perfect."

Jisung's lip trembled, his eyes filling with tears. Minho pulled Jisung into a hug. Jisung buried his face into Minho's chest, and Minho lightly stroked his hair until his sobs slowed. 

"Jisung?" Minho whispered. The younger looked up at him, his brown eyes watery. "Will you be okay on your own? Do you want to stay with me today? You can sleep in the guest room if you're uncomfortable-"

Jisung cut Minho off with a shake of his head. "I'll be fine, hyung. Thanks for taking care of me," Jisung said in a small voice. He smiled weakly and slid his hand into Minho's. 

Once Jisung was back at home, he showered and bundled himself in his bed, then promptly fell asleep.

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The next morning, Jisung woke up hearing Felix shouting at him. 

"JISUNG YOU LUMP WAKE UP OR THE PANCAKES WILL GET COLD AND I KNOW YOU HATE COLD PANCAKES! IF I DON'T SEE YOU DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE MINUTES I WILL TICKLE YOU!"

The blonde groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes, slowly blinking awake. He grabbed his phone, checking his notifications. He blinked confusedly at a message from an unknown number. His stomach dropped when he opened it.

[unknown]

< hey, jisungie

< you looked so scared when i saw you with your boyfriend yesterday

< i wonder if he knows what you're really like?

< will he like you when he finds out that you're a scared little boy who can't fend for himself?

< i'll be here for you to come crying to when he breaks up with you

< i love you jisung. i always have

< if you don't come back to me, i'll send this to the entire school

< make up your mind soon, my little jisung

< love, ji-eun

She attached pictures of Jisung and Minho at the amusement park. She had caught them holding hands and even kissing. Jisung gagged, covering his mouth in shock and fear. 

When did she get ahold of these pictures? How did she know they were there? Questions swarmed his head, making him dizzy. He shut off his phone and threw his blanket over his head, panic setting in.

"Alright, you asked for it," Felix said teasingly, cracking his knuckles when he entered Jisung's room. "You're gonna get tickled until- Jisung?"

Felix peeled back Jisung's blanket, revealing the latter laying face-down, his face set in terror. Felix's expression softened, and he sat on the bed next to the older, playing with his hair.

"What happened?" he whispered softly, his voice sad.

"Ji-eun found me," Jisung droned, his voice emotionless. 

"That stalking bitch? God, I thought we finally lost her," Felix ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "We'll get rid of her once and for all, Jisung. I promise."

Jisung whimpered but nodded. "I don't want Minho to know, though. She'll hurt him, too."

Felix sighed. "Stay here. I'll bring you some food, and then we'll find a solution." Then, he stood and left.

Jisung glanced at his phone, which laid quiet since he shut it off. He wondered if Minho had texted him, but Jisung was too terrified that Ji-eun had messaged him again that he didn't dare check. 

Felix arrived then, carrying a plate of pancakes and chocolate milk. "Okay, talk to me."

"She threatened to post a picture of me and Minho if I don't get back with her. I just don't want to get Minho outed like that," Jisung's voice cracked. "He doesn't deserve this. He shouldn't get caught up with this, with me."

That made Felix scowl. "Don't let her words get in your head, Jisung. You deserve happiness and Minho wouldn't be able to live without you. He knows your worth, and so should you." Felix's face was set with determination. "We'll figure this out. But, Jisung, are you sure you don't want to tell Minho?"

Jisung quickly shook his head no. "I don't want to worry him, Lix. Can you just text him and tell him I'm not feeling well? Make sure he doesn't come over, though. I don't want that witch to get any more pictures of him."

Once Felix sent the text, he laid down next to Jisung. He wrapped his arms around Jisung, giving him a back hug. "It'll be okay."

Jisung tried to believe his words.

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