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jisung was in his living room, waiting for minho. he decided he wasn't going to listen to what felix said since he was a rational adult and knew what he needed to know about life.
even though he didn't like the feeling he got when he was around minho, he still wanted to see him, maybe because he liked him, maybe because he wanted to show his friend what a rebel he was.
three bangs snapped him back to reality. he slowly stood up and walked over to the door, not sure about what he had to do. he perfectly knew that if he opened the door, a rather tall and well dressed boy would've been standing in front of him, but he knew that if he didn't open it, the well dressed boy would've ran away, probably crying because of the rejection.
he held out his hand and grabbed the door handle, turning it towards his left, and pulling the door towards him.
as he imagined, a not so tall but not so short boy wearing a pair of ruined jeans and a white jumper too big for his slim body was waiting with a rather annoyed expression on his face, which quickly turned into a smile. a weird smile. a scary smile.
jisung regretted opening that door in the moment the other boy entered his apartment and sat on his couch, crossings legs and throwing his arms on the top of the sofa.
