𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒┊𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐇𝐨

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"Hello— oh Prince Hyunjin, who's this?"
The driver asked, giving Minho a warm smile. Hyunjin slammed the car door shut, as he put his bag down, obviously in a bad mood. "No one. He's a big fat— stupid head that freaking Mr. Jung told me to take him to the house after school!" Hyunjin replied wanting to shout but trying to keep it in. The driver's smile turned into a frown as he was feeling sorry for the other boy. Minho on the other hand, it didn't really bother him.

"Why are we still here? Go!" The youngest demanded. The driver stayed quiet, obeying his orders. Minho eyes went wide as he looked out the window. Nice to know he's always like this.

Hyunjin crosses his arms, glancing at the older before looking out the window next to him. He sniffed feeling a big wave of emotion hitting him again. He always hated how sensitive he was. Emotionally AND physically. For the most part, he keeps his emotions in. Well, his tears in. Everyday at school he wants to cry. Either from stress, or just upsetting thoughts that randomly pop into his head during class. And no one likes crying in front of people. That's one of the reasons he always sits out in PE. Because he knows for a fact, that if he got hurt, he wouldn't be able to control his emotions. But what do you expect from someone who has had a traumatizing childhood? With his dad being gone most of them time, and not having another parental figure, it's hard.

The brunette chewed his bottom lip getting deeper into these thoughts. Minho glanced over at the tense boy and recognizes that facial expression. He's going to cry again. He rolled his eyes being absolutely done with this boy. This is not how he thought his first day would go.

Minho was dozing off, until he felt the car stopped. He looked out the window seeing a really nice house, surrounded with bushes of berries and flowers. It's like something you would see in those hallmark movies.

He heard the door beside him open, as Hyunjin quickly got out. The brunette opened the door grabbing his bag and followed the stomping boy to the house.

Hyunjin swung the door open dramatically, handing one of the maids his bag and jacket. "Go make me some tea." He demanded totally forgetting, Minho who was behind him wide eyed.

"Welcome home Prince Hyunjin." She bowed hanging Hyunjin's jacket up. The maid glanced over behind the bratty boy and met eyes with Minho. He smiled, making his way inside and standing next to Hyunjin. The youngest look at Minho with disgust, as he slammed the door. "And get this mutt a bowl of dog food." Hyunjin snapped at the oldest, strutting pass them.

The boy sighed, bowing in front of the maid who was totally dumbfounded. "Hi I'm Minho." he smiled one more time before walking pass her trying to find Hyunjin.

Minho made his way upstairs looking around. He heard a door slam behind him which made him jump. "Hyunjin was that you?" The older asked leaning against the door, which he heard a tiny 'no' behind it. He opened the door finding Hyunjin trying to clean his room quickly.

The bed had a white comforter with two pillows. The walls were a light gray, and the floor was white carpet. There wasn't that much in the room. Except for a desk with a bunch of papers, and a trash can besides it. With a lot of tissues in it (Hyunjin must have been s i c k). Not to mention the huge window next to his bed.

"G-get out of my room!!" Hyunjin yelled, taking the bag out of the trash can, walking up to Minho. "And take the trash out while you're at it." He hissed holding the bag in front of the other. The brunette looked at the bag and took it in his hand. Hyunjin smirked, as he thought he finally made him submit— that was until Minho dropped the bag at both of their feet, pushing pass the younger. Hyunjin's eyes widened as he turned towards Minho, who was already making himself comfortable on his bed. "What do you thi-" the brunette was interrupted by the older's groan.

"Your bed is so comfortable– its like how I'd imagine every bed to feel in those super long commercials about the type of fabric and then that weird diagram pops up– which I dont think they realize how bori-"

Hyunjin's eye twitched as the complete stranger on his bed kept rambling on about a fucking mattress. Minho was laying on his back with one leg bent, and him hugging onto one of his pillows. The younger stammered, lost for words, as he was always a clean freak. Minho grinned holding on to the pillow tightly and looked around the others room for the hunderth time. He looked back at Hyunjin who was still standing there.

"Come here." Minho said patting the mattress. Hyunjin fake gagged quickly grabbing a ruler that was next to him. "What are you doing i-"
"Making sure we are six feet apart dumbass" He hissed doing exactly that before sitting exactly six feet apart from Minho. Minho rolled his eyes "its changed to only three feet apart now you know" He muttered as he sat up against the head board.

It get quiet after that. By quiet, I mean really quiet. Hyunjin sat at the end of the bed, with his body facing the door, looking down. He knew for a fact that there was no fucking way he'd even GLANCE at the other. Minho was basically a stranger. He absolutely despised his guts. HATED him. Ugh he's such a nut choker. Rolls eyes.

Minho on the other hand, was pretty relax. Not as tense as Hyunjin was. Mofo be redder than red right now. But anyways yeah. Minho was chillll. Living his best life out here vibing, you know? Well no you don't know because it's not like those bts oneshots on youtube. Although everything is going too fast like those books because past me got impatient. Am I breaking the fourth wall? Yes very lets get on to the story.

The elder, on the other hand, was facing the younger boy. His back was against the head board and had a pillow on his lap, popping his knuckles and fiddling with his fingers. It was really awkward. Like awkward when you are at a family party with a cousin you haven't seen a while and its hard to talk to them because you guys are both shy. So to just sit next to each other not saying anything. In this case, Minho and Hyunjin are those cousins who are next to each other on their phone, too pussy to start the conversation. Not literally though ew.

Hyunjin was chewing on his bottom lip as his mind wandered off to what happened earlier. In the locker room.

Oh god why did he have to think about that now? He shifted uncomfortably on the mattress, as the scene replayed in his head. Now that he was back to 'normal,' he couldn't help but feel his stomach turn in all different ways. He shouldn't have felt this way. Why does he feel this way? Rushing thoughts flying in and out his head, he turns towards the boy. 

"Minho" he said before thinking even once. Minho flinch a bit at the sudden voice. "Do I call you Hyung?"

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