Kill me softly - Minsung

Chapter 15

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Did Hyunjin actually have other things to do? Well no, not exactly.
But he had a call to make so he gathered his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number, pacing down the streets to his apartment.

There was a rustling on the other end of the line before as the person picked up the phone.

"Hola Minho. Como estas seniore?", Hyunjin asked, usually he wasn't as cheerful after a dance class as he was now. But it wasn't a usual dance class.
"What? Since when do you speak Spanish?", Minho sounded a bit out of breath but Hyunjin didn't care.
"Oh, I don't. That was probably wrong too.", something scratched along the ground on the other side of the line. Maybe Hyunjin should care.
"Yeah, I doubt that that was right.", Hyunjin interrupted him because he had more important things to say.
"You'll never guess who I met today -", but Hyunjin was cut right off again by a cursing Minho.
"What - wait, are you in a fight?", Hyunjin stopped and gripped the phone tighter.
"Nope, not really, just running from somenone- ugh damn.", something hit the ground. Hyunjin cared now.
"Sounds more like falling, if you ask me. What kind of assassin are you? Running from your problems? Freaking being on the phone while you do that?", Hyunjin was ready to scold him, but also partly amused.
"Yeah well, it got kind of boring. You wanted to - oh damn! - you wanted to say something?", Hyunjin mentally slapped Minho.
"Yeah, I helped someone in my dancing class today. Guess who.", Hyunjin was back at smirking. Fate was really something interesting. He waited for a response but didn't get one. Instead, there was shoving and cursing followed by a scream. The phone was being picked up again.
"What on earth did you just do?", Hyunjin pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I guess I kinda just threw someone off the roof.", Minho stated.
"You - what?", Hyunjin spun around. He didn't deserve this, he just wanted to tell Minho about Jisung.
"Yeah... I should probably get going. Anyways, back to you. What's the matter?", at this point, Hyunjin didn't care anymore.
"Jisung, Minho. I met your freaking boyfriend and gave him dance instructions.", Minho went silent for a moment.
"He's - He's not my boyfriend.", Hyunjin rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. But I met him and his friends.", Hyunjin tried a lighter tone again, he wasn't really angry with Minho.
"Oh, that's - that's great I guess?", Hyunjin frowned, that wasn't exactly the reaction he hoped he'd get from Minho. He stared down the street, his bus arriving.
"Well, I have to quit now. Bus' coming. Talk to you later okay? Try not to throw too many people off of roofs.", he hung up and quickly stored his phone away and stepped in the already packed bus.