Burnout ⊗ Jeongchan

②② Decisions

Jisung spit out his juice.

"Wait, so, like? You said you hated him, right?"

"No, please..."

"And then you two argued—"

"Stop it!"

"And then you just ate his face."

Jeongin buried his burning face in his hands, "I don't know what overcame me!"

"So... Did you get jazzy with it?"

"No! Are you kidding? I don't know why I was even acting like that. I mean, I'd never even thought about him like that and I just—" Jeongin splayed his arms out against the desk, presenting his forearms to Jisung in exasperation. Jisung stared at him for a few seconds before laughing in amusement, returning to his apple juice box instead of actually helping the younger.

"Were you on something?" Minho suggested as he rolled out from under one of the many cars being worked on in the repair shop. He sat up off the creeper seat, crossing his legs on the wobbly backboard to stare at the two highschool students across the way. Jeongin sent him a frighten look, it hurriedly being covered up by a slightly pressed Jisung, a burning scowl of 'if you say one more thing I'll kill you' in the older's direction. Minho shrugged, "Going over possible solutions, we can't knock anything till we know."

Hyunjin, who was lurking in a corner nearby, more lounging on the floor then seriously getting work done, quickly offered up, "Or maybe you're just into him?"

"Ohhhh!" Jisung gasped, more words ready to flow at the tip of his tongue.

"Jisung, careful what you say," Minho quickly cut in. He sent the younger a knowing glance, to which Jisung rolled his eyes unceremoniously, ensuring to send a more then smug look to Minho. The older frowned at him, seeming as if he was mentally stabbing him a few times for no good reason, before turning back to Jeongin. His soft demeanor returned as soon as he turned away from Jisung, quietly asking, "Have you talked to him since then?"

Jeongin shook his head, "We kissed and that was the end of it. I haven't heard from him yet."

"Damn that sucks," Jisung lilted, the corner of his lips slipping down at his words. He scooted his half empty juice box to Jeongin's side of the table and gestured a quick hand for him to have some. The younger declined.

Hyunjin cringed, "You can phrase that more eloquently."

"Damn. That. Sucks."

"Enough on that you two," Minho stopped them mid-argument. He pushed himself off the floor and took a place by the table the two students sat at, doing his best to divert his attention to Jeongin as he asked, "How do you feel about all this?"

The younger thought on it for a beats before settling on, "Conflicted?"

"Naturally. Explain."

"I decided one thing, I definitely don't like him. But..." Jeongin paused. As he searched for an answer, the turmoil in his head and his heart only stirred. He thought everything would suddenly become clearer, or at the very least he could make some sense of why his heart thudded in his ribcage at the mere notion of the older, yet he wanted nothing to do with him. Jeongin pressed his lips into a thin line and blurted, "I really want to feel him again?"

"What?" Jisung froze.

Minho's eyes widened, "He's—"

"Both of you, please," Hyunjin scoffed. He flipped his hands around, a poor attempt at something similar to a dismissal as he turned his nose to the pair and articulated, "Show a bit more decorum."