Chapter 1: Move in Day
Chapter Text
January 23rd 2018
He loved performing.
He loved how his body flowed with the music, making each beat have a visual purpose. Something shifts in his whole being the moment he takes the spotlight, as if he becomes someone entirely new. No longer the person who struggled to speak at times, no longer the person that preferred a night at home than big crowds, no longer uncomfortable in his skin. Completely new and revised.
It was a feeling he knew well and unfortunately, a feeling he struggled to regain after the showcase incident.
He steadied himself into position, his breathing was already erratic and the dance hadn’t even begun yet. He could feel their eyes on him, he could feel the judgment, the contentment. His eyes fluttered closed as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before the music started. When his eyes opened, they immediately locked onto the one he was avoiding the most and his chest tightened.
Han Jisung was watching him.
The music began before he could process the brief action. Moving into the choreo quickly, he attempted to put on the best performance he could despite his unwell state. A fake smile grew on his lips as he put more energy into the ironically upbeat song, trying to give the impression that he was enjoying himself.
Which was far from the truth.
He kept the fake smile plastered onto his face, he kept it as consistent as he could. His smile didn’t even waver when the cheering stopped at his part, every time. He didn’t waver when he heard whispers of distaste, only heard during his parts. He didn’t waver when he felt his knees slowly giving out under him, reminding him of the night before. He didn’t waver when his hands shook violently in the ending pose.
His smile never wavered.
That’s how he always was. He put on an act, he got through whatever he had to get through, all the time no matter the circumstance. Working so hard on the tasks at hand to the point where he neglected his personal needs. In hindsight, that type of determination could be seen as a positive thing, however, balance and self care was needed in order for a crash out to be avoided. Balance and self care was something Minho was clearly incapable of executing.
He stumbled off the stage as soon as the lights went down, gasping aggressively as he crumpled to the floor in anguish. The other dancers from the performance walked past him, ignoring the distress he was exhibiting. Minho wouldn’t expect anything less from the group that decided to turn his life upside down less than 24 hours prior to the performance, their newfound hatred for him was evident. As the exhausted dancer attempted to regain his breath, a blonde hair boy came running up to him, rubbing his arm softly while reciting words of comfort.
Felix.
Okay so not everyone hated him.
He still had the chipper blonde haired boy that radiated sunshine.
His arms wrapped around Minho in a tight hug, a silent understanding between the two of the current situation.
Hands rubbed his back softly as a tear slowly spilled down Minho’s cheek, the sudden change in the atmosphere shocked the shaken boy and he hadn’t been able to process the events of the previous day until the current moment. He began to silently sob into the younger’s shoulder, gripping his shirt tightly as the question “why” plagued his mind.
“Everything will be okay.”
September 1st 2021
Minho looked at his phone, no notifications.
He tapped his foot impatiently waiting for his notoriously late best friend.
At least the weather was nice.
The temperature wasn’t too hot but not cold enough to need a sweater and the breeze lightly swayed the trees above, providing small shade to the second year university student who was slowly becoming very grumpy with the tardiness of his soon to be roommate. He swatted a fly away from his muscular forearms that were covered in dark swirls of ink, fixing the cuff of his dark button up shirt in the process. His gaze wandered to the courtyard as he waited, analyzing all the new students arriving for move in day at the university. Three major occurrences seemed to be common amongst the newbies. First, Minho noticed the students that would arrive with their parents, sobbing uncontrollably and unwilling to give up their childhood, they appeared quite…sheltered. The cherry on top was when they would bring out their childhood stuffy or a suspiciously small blanket, clearly not ready to grow up. Secondly, he noticed the obnoxious try hards. They arrive loudly, smacking their gum loudly and laughing as if their friends were professional comedians. It almost felt as if they would try to walk in formation like the mean girls in every high school movie. The guys were almost worse, they would push each other around and throw random objects while repeating “bro” like it was a spell to summon popularity. And lastly, he looked at the individuals who arrived alone. Majority of them seemed anxious, their eyes bolting around trying to take in the view while finding out where to go with no assistance. A couple of them walked confidently yet Minho could sense their nerves from miles away, whether it was their jittery fingers or their fake smiles. Change is scary to everyone, especially alone.
Minho had distracted himself so much with people watching that he almost didn’t noticed the blondie bouncing up to him with a giant suitcase.
“MIN!!”
The older boy jolted as his younger friend plowed into him with a bone crushing hug. “I missed you!” Minho scoffed briefly as he peeled his clingy friend off of him.
“We literally hung out yesterday.”
Felix scrunched his face and crossed his arm, pretending to be upset. His freckles popped around his nose, accentuating his big eyes and light hair. Minho always thought Felix was beautiful, with his happy attitude and positive outlook on everything, it was hard to be in a bad mood around his own personal ball of sunshine. He bent down and picked up his friend's suitcase, groaning at the unexpected weight of it. “Did you pack your whole house in this?? Why is it so damn heavy.”
“God forbid a guy has accessories.”
Minho gave him a pointed look before walking away with said suitcase towards their new shared dorm.
Felix yapped the entire 15 minute walk to their dorm, not bothering to help his friend who was clearly struggling with his intense baggage. Minho was a strong guy, he began working out as a form of therapy after the showcase incident and never looked back. He was capable of lifting heavy weights and had a very high endurance. None of that matter when it came to Felix’s luggage. It was a different level of heavy.
He glanced over to his smaller framed friend who bounced with each step and wondered how the fuck he managed to carry it out of his own house and the uber he took to campus.
He huffed loudly as he trudged along with the suitcase from hell as it began to hurt his fingers. He shifted it to his other hand, making it sway slightly to the side, hitting a fellow student passing by. “Oh shit, sorry man.” He said earnestly as he tried to finish adjusting, not bothering to look up. “No worries.”
The voice.
It made his skin crawl and his stomach churned, it caused a reaction so strong he felt weaker than he already felt physically from the suitcase. He knew that voice but his memory failed him. He attempted to re-focus on the yapper beside him for the rest of the walk yet the voice of the stranger kept replaying in his mind.
The first day of class came faster than expected. Felix moved into Minho’s dorm on the wednesday and classes began on the monday. They had 4 days to get comfortable and prepare for the upcoming year yet neither of them felt ready for their new workload. Minho was in his second year of Data analysis and Felix was going into his first year of psychology, both courses had intense workloads and the duo were seemingly unprepared. That became clear to Minho as he listened to the professor in his first class, his voice sounded like the parents in peanuts. Clearly he was saying words but he could not decipher anything the old man was talking about. He sighed and pushed his hands through his hair in frustration, attempting to see if the worksheet in front of him made any more sense than the mumbling professor. He furrowed his brow, trying to concentrate when something happens that makes his concentration a lost cause.
“Could you repeat that last note?”
The voice. Shivers immediately encapsulated his body as the familiarity of the mystery boy pinged in his chest. He knew that voice, he knew it well but he could not place a face or a name. He followed the professors gaze to an individual in the front row. Minho couldnt help but note how bold it was to ask a question and sit in the first row on the first day of university. He craned his neck to get a better view of the person who owned the voice, desperate for some answers. The first thing he noticed about them was their dark blue hair, it was a striking colour that stuck out in a room full of natural hues. The professor huffed angrily in response to the blue haired student and turned on his heel, pointing to the powerpoint on the wall. “As you can see, we have moved on, collect the notes from your peers after the class is done.” The next action surprised Minho, it was something he would never dare to do in class let alone on his first day. The blue haired boy stood up, peering at everyone’s notes on their desks. Minho tries to see his face but the mystery guy is looking down making a glimpse near impossible. “Get back in your seat NOW.” The professor loudly boomed, making an awkward silence follow.
A chuckle is heard through the still room, sending a shiver down Minho’s spine. He recognized the chuckle all too well, the realization of identity was slowly creeping up on him and he began to dread the result. “Unfortunately sir, I won’t be able to grab the last note from anyone since no one wrote it down. Could you repeat it without mumbling this time?” The blue haired boy said in a condescending tone while returning to his seat, resulting in a few giggles and whispers around the room. In regular circumstances, Minho would’ve laughed along with them; however, he felt paralyzed when he heard the sentence from the mystery man. There’s no way…
The voice. It can’t be.
He wouldn’t be in this class, hes a year younger.
It’s not possible.
“Get out of my classroom NOW.” The professor nearly yelled as his face slowly became a shade of deep red. The culprit of the interruption stood up, gathered his things and walked towards the door with a nonchalant demeanour.
Minho would recognize that attitude anywhere.
He turns around when he gets to the exit and it makes the older gasp, he knew it but the confirmation felt almost suffocating. Anger rose slowly in his body as his hands clenched and his face contorted into pure disgust.
“See you tomorrow, teach.” He gave a dramatic salute with a cocky smile.
“Just get out of my classroom,”
“Han Jisung.”
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Chapter 2: Confrontation
Summary:
The biggest change was no doubt, his patience.
With less patience came more anger.
He was filled with anger.
Notes:
Wrote this with a swollen eye lol, chapters are not too long rn but they will probably get longer and longer with time. :)
Chapter Text
Minho changed a lot in four years.
He used to be known as a shy guy that was a huge softie who preferred the company of cats over a huge parties filled with hormones and substances that altered sobriety. He was seen as a kind individual that always had a smile plastered on his face and gave care to those in need no matter the circumstance. Back then, his slim frame and gentle presence attracted anyone who laid eyes on him, giving him a huge circle of friends and acquaintances despite his quiet personality. Everything changed after the showcase.
His trust in others faltered and his positive attitude became a rare occurrence, which resulted in a loss of friendship. People wanted the positive, nurturing boy that uplifted everyone's mood with his comforting presence. They didn't want the hard shell that he crawled into. He ditched his usual soft attire for something a little darker, something to let others know that the old Minho would never come back. His arms became swarmed with more tattoos each year, covering the skin completely in beautiful grey artwork that danced around his impressive muscles. Someone once said hair holds memory and Minho wanted nothing but to forget his memories of four years ago, leading to him dying his blonde hair back to black, in hopes to erase the memories he associated with that hue.
A couple things didn't necessarily change but the general public began to perceive them differently. He still remained a quiet individual, that fact would never change. However, instead of a calming quiet, his presence exuded a certain reaction from his peers. Fear. His silence presented mysterious and dangerous instead of how it was previously perceived, thoughtful and observant. He began to attend parties with Felix, he still never liked them but he decided to embrace the lack of sobriety, indulging in whatever liquid would numb him the most. He used to try to interact at parties and join in on the games in hopes to make the most of the situation despite being a homebody. Now he just does whatever the fuck he wants at parties. He wants to dance, why not? He wants to do body shots? Hell yeah. One night stand? You bet. He never turned down his personal desires because in the end, everyone was too scared of him to say anything about his actions. They silently accept it in front of him and gossip about it after the party in private. He did what we wanted and did not care less about anyone or anything.
The biggest change was no doubt, his patience.
With less patience came more anger.
He was filled with anger.
So when he saw the guy that destroyed the past version of himself standing in the doorway of his university class, he could not contain the pure rage bubbling up in his body. Minho sat on the edge of his seat, his body begging to run after the devil himself. He was fighting it but he knew he would lose as his knuckles clenched the side of his chair harder, forming a small cramp.
Fuck this.
Minho grabbed his notebook and shoved it in his bag aggressively as he stood from his seat in the back of the lecture hall, preparing for his escape. His fist remained in a tight ball as he walked down the stairs from the dark end of the room, being the only person standing in the giant room was attracting too much attention for Minho's liking. The professor moved his eyes towards the black haired student and exhales in frustration. "Get back to your seat, class is not finished." A stern tone coated the words but Minho ignored it, he didn't care. He needed this. He walked past the bald man and stalked towards the door angrily. "Where do you think you're going?"
Minho didn't even hesitate as he responded quickly and quietly before shoving through the doors.
"Bathroom."
He looked down the hallway to find his target as the colour red bled on his judgment. Down the long hall, the blue haired boy was leaning against a locker fiddling with something in his hands as he talked to a couple girls. The same cocky smirk from earlier was painted on his lips while he looked at the entourage flirtatiously, his gaze accentuated the dark eyeliner that rimmed his eyes. He looked different from four years ago.
Pushing back strange feelings, Minho acted on anger and anger alone. He marched up to the group with determination and pure rage. Jisung barely noticed his presence until the elder reached out and grabbed him by his collar, dragging him away from the girls and immediately pushing him back into the lockers beside them. The blue haired boy winced briefly as his back came into rough contact with the metal lockers that stabbed into his bad, his eyes scrunched briefly as he tried to regain his composure, still unaware of the identity of the person currently pining him against the cold surface. Minho analyzed the guy in his grasp, memorizing his every feature before he fucks up his face with his fist. Jisung slowly lifts his head and his eyes immediately lock onto the older's. Minho can't decipher the emotion he was presenting, the only one he could sense through his gaze was confusion. A small smirk returned to the younger's face, the action alone made Minho grip Jisung's shirt harder in annoyance. "Long time no see."
His voice came out smooth and unwavering, somewhat calm despite the compromising position he currently was in. Minho was hoping for the opposite but he knew his enemy better, he knew he would put up a cocky, confident act no matter what. His face could be curbstomped and he'd still have that obnoxious smirk plastered on his bloody face.
He looked up at Minho's face, cocking his head slightly to the side as if amused by the sudden outburst.
Minho almost forgot their size difference.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He barks out as his face gets closer, trying to intimidate the asshole in his grip.
A small chuckle came from the younger. "I just want an education big boy, is that so wrong?" That condescending tone again.
Minho hated when he did that. "Are you fucking following me?"
Yeah, he's aware that he jumped to conclusions. Did he actually think Jisung followed him to his Data Analysis course? No. Was it still suspicious? Absolutely.
Jisung shifted slightly, clearly attempting to loosen Minho's tight grip on his collar but fails in the process as his hands stay unwavering and clenched. "Don't flatter yourself." He snaps, anger filling his voice making his tone come out harsher than his usual cocky comebacks.
It was a small action but the brief slip of his usual smug attitude clearly turned off the girls who were watching the interaction, they slowly turned away from the scene and walk away.
Jisung looks at them walk away with a small pout which gained a smirk from Minho at the realization that he probably just cock blocked his biggest enemy on the first day of school. It was definitely considered an achievement.
The younger student shoves the hands off his collar with a newfound source of energy, glaring at the other in pure distaste. The action made Minho step back to catch his balance, surprised slightly at the sudden burst of retaliation.
"Just stay out of my fucking way, Lee Know."
Minho gulped at the sound of the name that his friends called him prior to the incident, he shook off the brief weird feeling that name brought up and focused on the situation in front of him.
He didn't say anything, instead he stepped forward with his eyes attached to the others, unmoving and sharp. He was slow with his movements as if he was a predator sneaking up on his prey. He got so close to Jisung's face that their breath tangled between them, airing out on each other's faces. The eyes behind the blue hair returned the stare, squinting slightly in annoyance yet not moving from Minho's intimidating stare.
Minho suddenly let a cocky smirk form on his face, tilting his head to the side as if he was mirroring Jisung's previous actions from earlier with the intention of mockery. After a few seconds of a silent battle, he leans to the side of the smaller ones face, placing his mouth so close to his ear that it grazing the soft skin slightly, emitting a shiver through Jisung.
"I'm going to make your first year a living hell." He leans away from his ear to return to the intense eye contact. His hand comes up and lightly taps his cheek, causing the younger to grimace. "I promise you that."
With that, Minho walks off, attempting to ignore the small crowd formed around them. He may have gone overboard but he did not care, the interaction released his anger and brought a sense of confidence.
This was going to be an interesting year.
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BANG
The door slammed into the wall as Minho stomped into his dorm room, making Felix jump from his position on the floor next to Jeongin, uno cards fell to the floor from the shock of the loud interruption. His two friends shared a look as he threw his bag on the floor and flopped on the couch, making an exacerbated sigh. “Why the FUCK is he here? He’s a year younger than me, why would he be in my class? He’s following me, he totally picked this class because he knew it was my major. He just can’t let it go. Oh my god, what if he joined to get revenge on me? He’s going to poison my fucking lunch isn’t he? It’s literally impossible why he’d be in my class, he’s a whole year YOUNGER than m–
“Dude shut up.” Jeongin cuts in. He immediately got met with an ice cold glare from the older but he stopped talking anyways. His rants about Jisung were so often that his friends didn’t have to ask about what he was bitching about, it was second nature to them.
“Just because he’s a year younger doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be in your class. I’m a year younger than Felix and I’m in one of his pre-recs.” He shrugged, biting down on a chip he picked up from a bag rested in his lap. “Also, hello to you too. You didn’t even greet me properly.”
“Hello I.N.” Minho grumbled. “So anyways, despite him being younger he ALSO didn’t take the first year course which means he shouldn’t be in my class, right?”
“Maybe he took his first year at a different university” The blonde chimed in while picking up the scattered cards.
Silence followed the comment as the trio knew the dark haired boy was overreacting, including Minho himself. He pursed his lips in frustration, took a deep breath and crossed his arms dramatically. He hated that his friends made valid points, they knew never to defend Jisung but if his argument was absurd they weren’t afraid to point it out.
“Did you guys talk to eachother?”
Minho looked at Felix a slight grimace. “He threatened me, he was so aggressive about it too. Drew a crowd.”
“Stop lying, we all know you can’t lie for shit.” The youngest pipes in with a slightly whiny tone.
“Fine, all he really said was to stay out of his way. However, I didn’t lie about the crowd. Apparently people here don’t know that he’s an asshole.”
Felix smirks and Jeongin just shakes his head as they finish cleaning up their now ended game, leaving their grumpy friend to wallow in self pity alone on the couch. No one responds to his childish comment, giving him space to calm down from his bitter mood.
They think the space would give him time to think about the situation in a mature way yet they don’t realize he’s coming up with a list of ideas to make Han Jisung’s life a living hell.
Minho enters the classroom making a B-Line for a spot in the second row. He scans the row and notices two spots open, one is closer to the wall, something he normally would’ve preferred. It was darker and away from prying eyes.The second was in the middle, dead centre unfortunately but it was also directly behind a well known demon name Jisung. He smirked and made his way to the spot, eyeing his blue haired enemy.
His body was buzzing as he thought of his devious plan knowing the other wouldn’t see it coming. He pulled out his books, laying the notebook and pen down with no intention of using it, it was all for his quote on quote “alibi.” Jisung clearly doesn’t notice his nemesis is sitting directly behind him as he bobs his head to his earphones, leaning back slightly with his legs spread out lazily. His hands tapped his leg to the beat while his fingers played an unknown rhythm, it was obnoxious and distracting. When the professor started the lesson, he expected Jisung to change his position and listen to the lecture yet the younger didn’t budge, he did not move a muscle. Despite that working better for his plan, the action of ignorance completely irritated his entire being. How could someone be so cocky and ignorant? Who sits at the front centre seat just to jam to their music and ignore their teacher?
Minho was no stranger to slacking off in class, most times he would doodle on his notes pages anyways, but something about the way Jisung did it made his blood boil.
Throughout the hour, the teacher attempted (and failed) to get Jisung’s attention yet the brat just shooed him off with a little wave. The teacher clearly got the hint that his problem student is more of a hassle to control than to leave be. He probably questions his seating choices as well now that he’s seen the slacker that is Jisung.
Minho glances at the clock, 1:00pm.
Time to put his plan into action.
He gets up quietly, holding two small objects in his hand. He walks out of the row towards the wall so that when he walks towards the wall pencil sharpener for his purposefully dull pencil, he’ll walk directly in front of his enemy. He begins his walk past the front row, counting down the steps till he gets to his desk. As he approaches, he lets both objects fall from his hand. A fake shocked expression plasters onto his face as he crouches down to grab his belongings. His eyes drift up to the student he stopped directly in front of and for a brief moment he hesitated. Jisung was staring at him. His eyes pierced through Minho’s as if he suspected some sort of prank from the older and he was not amused.
Minho grabs onto his desk, standing up and grunting slightly to make it seem like he needed the support from the desk to straighten his legs. The student just looked at him, unamused and assuming were loudly written on his face. The older took his hand off, grabbing his dull pencil with him as he raises one eyebrow before continuing his journey to the pencil sharpener. He looks back when he presses his pencil into the sharpener and notices that Jisung is still staring at him. They two compete in a small unsaid staring contest before the younger breaks away and turns his attention back to the phone in his hand.
It’s time.
He removes his pencil and turns towards the professor’s desk where he sat huffing and puffing over grading. “Professor.” Minho nodded a greeting.
The old man looked up questioning, clearly not expecting Minho to come up to him let alone talk to him. “Yes?”
“When I dropped my pencil, I saw something on a student’s desk that you should be aware of.” The professor cocks his head and moves closer upon interest.
“What was it?”
Minho fought the urge to smirk, this was the moment.
Finally.
“A joint.”
The man in front of him widened his eyes for a second.
“It looked newly lit, he mightve been smoking it in here.”
He was starting to spread his lie and that would not be good, he was an awful liar but if he said exactly what it was while leaving out some parts, it technically wasn’t lying.
That’s why he left out the part where he was the one that put the joint on Jisung’s desk or how he was the one that smoked half of it this morning. So technically he wasn’t lying, just obstaining from the truth.
“Jisung, see me in the hallway right now. Leave your belongings.” The professor boomed through the quiet room right after calling someone quickly on his phone.
Minho strut back to his seat, watching Jisung slowly get up from his chair, confused but nonchalant. The older was about to say “good luck.” When he noticed his enemy stopping abruptly, looking at a small object on his desk. His eyes slowly raised from the half smoked joint that magically made it’s way on his desk and brought his glare to the eyes of the other. Minho couldn’t help but smirk when he notices him realizing the situation. Against better judgement and the words of Felix and Jeongin plaguing his mind, he decided to be petty.
“Good luck, Han.”
Jisun’s breath hitched for a second at the sudden mention of the name he was only called between his friends from four years ago. He makes one final huff before turning away from the other, dragging himself outside of the door to the lecture room to meet with the professor.
Minutes after Minho settled back in his seat, two police officers enter the classroom. One was stalking towards the desk the professor was pointing at and the other…
Minho nearly gasped out loud when he saw the other police officer.
The police officer had Jisung’s hands cuffed behind his back and the man in the uniform had one hand on his shoulder and one on the handcuffs, holding tightly as if he was prepared for him to make some great mistake. His eyes shifted towards the victim and he wished he didn’t.
Jisung’s eyes were squinted in pure anger and accusation, staring directly at- no– THROUGH Minho. The scowl on his face told him everything he needed to know. He was in complete rage.
Something about the unwavering glare from Jisung made him feel ill, slowly realizing the gravity of the situation as the police officers toss and yell at the younger student, demanding answers despite the crowd. He did not say anything, no witty remark, no accusatory statements, no whiny comments. He stood as still as he could and clearly refused to move his eyes from Minho. His stare was becoming too much, the intensity of his eyes in that moment made a pit form in his stomach.
Did he go too far?
Notes:
I know people are chill about joints in most places but in this AU, they are a bit more strict about it. Its still legalized but doing it at class is like an extreme nope.
Chapter 4: Repercussions
Summary:
They both went too far.
Notes:
**VIOLENCE WARNING**
Keep in mind this is a dark fanfic about true enemies which means they are both morally grey and do some really questionable things. Don't expect them to have good characteristics.
When you really hate someone, sometimes your actions are not ethical.
Chapter Text
The classroom was stunned into silence for the rest of class after the police officers took Jisung away, everyone was in shock and slightly scared to make a comment. Minho on the other hand, was having an internal battle with himself. He thought it was a harmless prank that would just get Jisung kicked out of class for the day, he didn’t expect for it to be taken so seriously. It was just a joint, the drug is legal here so the thought of a student with one on his desk didn’t seem like a huge deal to him. I guess he was wrong.
A huge wave of nausea flushed through him as the pit in his stomach got deeper and deeper with anxiety and guilt. He tried pushing the feeling away, convincing himself that the kid deserved it but deep down he knew he went too far. He twiddled his pencil between his fingers, tapping his foot desperate for distraction. He went too far.
Beads of sweat covered his brow as another wave of nausea hit him, he stumbled up from his chair, quickly gathered his things and ran for the door. He ignored his professors questions as if he was in a trance. The white walls felt like they were slowly inching towards him making it harder to breath, he had to get out of the room.
He busted through the doors gasping for air, stumbling over his legs as he tried to calm himself down. He grabbed his chest as he slowly looked up from his pitiful position. His eyes immediately landed on a devastating scene in front of him. The police officers were tearing apart Jisung’s locker, throwing shit everywhere into the hallway as the student leaned against the lockers with a nonchalant look on his face, hands still cuffed behind his back.
Minho definitely went too far.
He doesn’t have time to think before his enemy makes eye contact with him, his eyes immediately go dark and his unbothered face suddenly turns into complete rage, tearing into the boy that put him in this situation. The two stare at each other unsure of what to do as the police officers continue to tear apart the locker, clearing trying to find something incriminating. A few seconds pass with their eyes locked on, Minho notices his breath catching as his nerves spike.
Before he can think of what to say or do, the eyes stuck on him suddenly snap into something much MUCH more terrifying and in a second, he’s charging towards Minho.
His entire body freezes with fear and the unknown as the boy sprints towards him with both of the police officers chasing after him. He should move, he should try to run but something in him refused and he stood where he was, anticipating violence.
Jisung moves his hands from behind his back and brings back his fist in anticipation of slamming it into Minho.
The older boy should be thinking of an escape plan or calling for help or ANYTHING ELSE but instead he can only think of one thin. How did he get out of his handcuffs?
CRACK
His vision goes red as intense pain shoots through his nose and spreads throughout his face, the force pushing him down onto the ground. He groans as his back smacks the hard floor, barely coherent with the current situation. A weight pushes down on his hips as another sharp pain connects with the side of his cheek bone and another on the other side, repeatedly, over and over again, the pain feeling endless as Jisung continues to attack him from his seated position on his hips, his face contorting to something almost inhuman. His vision slowly goes black with the police officers tripping the blood covered boy off of him being the last thing he sees.
They both went too far.
His splitting headache woke him up abruptly, he groaned at the interruption but still tried to open his eyes. Well as much as he could. The vision from his left eye was slightly blurry as the weight of his eyelid struggled to open. His whole body felt like it was on fire as the reality of his situation slowly came to him, Jisung beat him up.
In the moment, he believed that he deserved the physical attack but as pain shot through him while he sat up in his bed, that thought changed into anger.
Minho went too far but Jisung went farther,
He was going to pay.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.”
He peaks to the side of his bed to see his sunshine roommate smiling softly at him holding out a cup of coffee. Minho grabbed the cup with a small thank you and brought the much needed caffeine to his lips.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
Minho nearly choked at the immediate scolding from his best friend. “He tested me and I showed him to not fuck with me.” He shrugged slightly, causing him to wince with pain.
“Not my fault he’s a big baby that can’t take a small prank.”
Felix gasped almost comically as his eyes widened, he put his hand on Minho’s knee as he leaned forward to be directly in front of his eyesight. Clearly trying to get through to him.
“Small prank? That wasn’t just a small prank.”
“It’s literally just a joint, everyone does it and its legal so I don’t see why he wou–
“You got him sent to fucking jail bro.”
Minho’s eyes widened as he slowly met Felix’s gaze with shock.
“It was just a joint. Why did they put him in jail? That was probably just a rumour you heard, he’s definitely just making it seem–
“He got held overnight for public drug possession and assault.” Felix countered, interrupting again.
The room got quiet as the atmosphere got heavy and uncomfortable. Minho thinks of what to say but struggles internally about how he feels about the situation.
Yes he went too far but so did Jisung. It was Jisung’s fault for attacking him.
But then again he probably panicked when he saw police.
BUT he started it when he–
Minho paused in his thought process, realizing Jisung hadn’t actually done anything to him since they first saw each other on the first day. Sure he gave him a little sass but other than that, he hadn’t fucked with him until he saw him in the hallway amidst the joint debacle.
Maybe he should’ve just ignored him? Pretend they didn’t have a past?
No. Jisung would’ve fucked with him eventually.
He did it to protect himself.
He didn’t have to HIT him over a joint.
Though he did end up in jail…
But it was for BEATING UP Minho.
So technically he did that to himself.
Minho was in thought for so long he didn’t notice his roommate leaving his room. He turned to look back at the beaten boy with a certain attitude that Minho couldn’t quite place.
“It doesn’t matter if you deserved the beating or not.”
“You went too far.”
“And you know it.”
With that he left Minho alone with his spiralling thoughts and fresh wounds with Felix’s words replaying over in his mind.
Chapter 5: Karma
Summary:
Both went too far and have to come to terms with reality.
Welcome to the fic, Boyfriend…
Notes:
** I am a Staytiny, I love all of the members and my use of Ateez & Stray Kids in this fic are PURELY fictional, the only reason I’m using certain people is because of that one Kingdom episode where Skz and Ateez interacts (iykyk)**
ALSO In celebration of SKZ comeback, I’ve named the title Karma… it’s fitting
Chapter Text
It’s been a week since the joint situation.
An entire week and Jisung did not show up to class once.
Everyday Minho scanned the front, looking for the blue hair that stuck out obnoxiously against the boring brown hues of the large lecture hall. Everyday he was met with nothing but an empty chair in the front of the class where he usually sat. He decided to return to his own personal paradise in the back of the classroom and appreciate the absence of his rival.
Though his celebration was cut short. Minho took out his supplies from his bag, a couple pens fall out in the process. As he went to bend down for the fallen objects, a hand enters his view and picks them up before he can reach. “Oh thank yo– His voice cuts off as soon as he looks up to the owner of the hand.
Han Jisung stared back at him with a shit eating grin, flicking one of Minho’s pens between his fingers.
His hood draped over his bright ocean hair and his eyeliner framed his piercing eyes against his dark appearance. His seat beside him went unnoticed to the older one as he only focused on checking the front, he never thought to see if he would change seats. His presence was intense and unnerving, yet the older knew to stand his ground.
“Give me back my stuff.” Minho snaps as he reaches forward to grab his pens. Jisung retaliates by moving his hand back, out of his reach. With his other hand he grabs Minho’s chin harshly, his thumb digging into his jaw with force of obvious anger. Huffing at the new position, the older remained calm despite the feeling buzzing throughout his body at the unexpected physical contact. In the middle of class no less.
“Say please and maybe I’ll consider it.”
Minho just stares back at him with a look as if to say “You wish.” Jisung cocks his head to the side as he releases his grip on his chin, a habit that Minho always found incredibly annoying. The action tells him that he thinks he’s better than him, that he expects Minho to cave. That would never happen.
“What the fuck do you want Jisung?” He snapped in a hushed whisper, trying not to draw attention to himself in the quiet classroom. The pen flipping through Jisung’s fingers abruptly stopped and he moved to look forward towards the lecture, his smile wiping off his face.
“I want revenge, Lee Know.”
His voice dipped low coated with something sinister and serious, something Minho did not hear from him often. His voice is known to be loud and annoying so the switch up sparked a feeling within him that he wasn’t sure how to process, it was unfamiliar and quite honestly, a little concerning.
A lump caught in his throat as he tried to respond, struggling of what to say. “For what?” He managed to croak out.
“Hmmmm I don’t know, maybe it was the fact that you got me sent to jail?” As he emphasized the word jail, he turned his head to face Minho with his entire body, letting him still in his glare.
“You remember that, right sweetheart?” His voice dripped in sarcasm.
God Minho hated when he did that.
He answered with rolled eyes and a snarky attitude. “Do I need to remind you that you got arrested for beating me?”
“I wouldn’t have punched you if you didn’t plant drugs on my desk.”
“I wouldn’t have put drugs on your desk if you just kept your mouth shut.”
“Who would be able to keep their mouths shut around you? You’re such an easy target.”
“Not as easy as you.”
“Even if I am easy, at least I get laid.”
“At least I didn’t give half the school Chlamydia.”
“Now you’re just making shit up, if anyone has Chlamydia, its you.”
“Oh so you admit I get laid then?”
“The only play you get is with your pathetic fleshlight that looks like a menstrual cycle.”
“Don’t call my boyfriend a fleshlight.”
The two continued to go back and forth for so long that they lost the original topic. As they exchanged insults, they almost didn’t notice class was ending. It wasn’t till the students starting standing up that the bickering duo realized they were arguing the entire class and that they missed the entire lesson.
“You’re such a waste of time.” Minho huffs out as he packs his things annoyingly and begins to stomp away.
“Watch your back, Lee Know.” His tone sends shivers down his neck as he walks away, unsure of how to process his inevitable doom caused by Han Jisung.
The coffee shop was quite busy for a wednesday afternoon but Minho was just lucky he grabbed a spot, a nice one that was placed directly beside the window. As he sipped on his coffee, he checked his watch 3:15pm.
He was late.
He sighed with defeat knowing that the situation would never change. He would never change. Minho grabbed his bag to get his laptop, if Seonghwa was going to be late, he might as well be useful and work on homework while he waits for his tardy boyfriend.
He rummages through his bag as panic slowly seeps through him, noticing the very blatant absence of his laptop in his bag. His heart drops to his ass as he sets his bag down and puts his head in his hands, defeated. He remembered putting it on his desk at the start of class but he didn’t see it there when he left, thinking he already packed it. He knew he left it on the desk so where was it when he went to leave? His mind raced with many possibilities yet one thing was for sure.
Han Jisung stole it.
It HAD to be, there’s no other options. As Minho went through his mini checklist of classroom events to find the mystery of his lost laptop, the chimes rang at the front door and Seonghwa walked confidentially through the cafe to where the other one sat.
“Hey Minho.” He asked casually as he took a seat across from the distressed boy.
“I lost my laptop.” He grumbled. “Well, I actually think Jisung probably took it.”
Seonghwa sighed heavily as he set down his hot chocolate. “Why are you so chilidsh? Just check the classroom afterwards.” He said as if that wasn’t Minho’s original plan. “Just let it go for now so we can enjoy our drinks.”
“Seonghwa, it has important stuff on it.”
The red haired boy scoffs and takes a sip of his coffee, leaning back in annoyance.
“More important than your boyfriend? Whatever. That’s fine. Go get it then.” He pulled out his phone and immediately started texting someone, probably telling them about how ungrateful Minho was.
“Nothing will ever be more important than you.” He gave a forced smile. “How was your day?”
Seonghwa doesn’t look up from his phone as he answers, bored as it seems. “It was fine.”
“That’s it? I want to hear about what you did, didn’t you have that cool car show to attend this morning? Did you end up going?” Minho attempted to liven up the conversation.
Still not looking up from his phone. “My day was fine.”
Minho didn’t know how else to brighten the conversation so he resulted in pulling out his phone too, scrolling through the dumb videos Felix and I.N. sent him.
“Could you stop being on your phone and enjoy my company for once? Jeez… that’s so rude.” Seonghwa snapped, his tone was slightly condescending and Minho clocked the attitude. Unsure of how to respond as he was doing the same things two seconds prior.
“I’m sorry, you had your phone out so you didn’t seem like you wanted to talk so I just thought…” Minho trailed off quietly, feeling a slight blush warm his cheeks as embarrassment comes over him.
Seonghwa slapped down his phone loudly, causing a few nearby tables to look over. “You’re blaming me for your actions? I only took out my phone because you were being ungrateful. You want to make it my fault?” Seonghwa whispered in an angry tone, looking down at Minho as if he was a disgusting piece of garbage left on the side of the road. “Why do you always start fights with me?”
Minho stayed silent, looking at his feet in hopes to distract himself from his emotions. He felt small in Seonghwa’s presence, both physically and emotionally.
“I’m fucking done with your behaviour, I’m leaving.” Minho’s boyfriend stood up aggressively, placing his empty cup back on the table before giving a dramatic eye roll. Minho watched as he stormed away, bumping into someone at the doorway. The stranger yelled out a quick “asshole” before turning back towards the cafe only to lock eyes with Minho.
It was just the person he needed.
He got up from his seat, delicately gathering his things before walking straight up to the man. He let out a big sigh upon his arrival.
“I believe you have my laptop.”
Chapter 6: Bleep
Summary:
Jisung wanted revenge, he's slowly getting it.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
If looks could kill, Minho would be dead about 2 minutes ago when he accused the boy of stealing his laptop. His cold stare cut through the mask that the older tried hard to maintain through the rollercoaster of emotions he was struggling to process from his little visit with his boyfriend. Ever since the incident, Minho managed to always keep his true feelings below the surface where no one could touch them. Throughout the years, his lack of emotion to the general public grew him somewhat of a reputation. Behind the mask of his cold, indifferent demeanor, he was a chronic overthinker.
It was something he hated about himself, something that often ruined a lot of his experiences and relationships. He was a person who always acted on feelings alone, he felt emotions deeply to the point where he felt overwhelmed often. Anger, sadness and love were the three he felt the most. With his anger came rage, with his sadness came depression and with love came… obsession. He was ashamed of being himself and put on an intense mask of protection everywhere and with everyone.
Yet, Jisung had made that mask almost crack multiple times.
And Minho hated it.
“I didn’t steal your laptop, you left it in class you idiot.” Jisung scoffed, bumping into Minho’s shoulder as he passed him to enter the cafe.
He wanted to stay and question his snippy classmate but he was too worried about his laptop that he stormed quickly out of the cafe, making a direct line towards his class.
Opening the door to the classroom, he was grateful to see no one else in the large hall. He bounced up the steps to his previous seat in the back, immediately spotting his laptop on his desk. Hes eyebrows furrowed slightly despite his chest feeling relief. As he packed up his laptop, he could’ve sworn he never put it on his desk. He tried to reason with himself that he was just distracted by sitting next to his mortal enemy. He tried to shrug off the strange feeling in his gut as he made his way back to his dorm for the night.
No notifications. Minho sighed as he unlocked his phone, immediately pressing the messaging app and seeing ‘read 11:35pm’ on the last message he sent to his boyfriend. He sighed as he reread his shameful messages, apologizing and begging for a response yet he was ignored. He had let his true self show with his boyfriend and sometimes he regretted letting his true emotions show with him. He felt like his emotions were too intense and that it scared him off. He sighed as he closed his eyes, remembering the last time he sent a needy message to Seonghwa. It was a beautiful summer evening that Minho spent with Felix and I.N. on the beach, he watched the sunset feeling giddy and tipsy with his two best friends. He sent Seonghwa pictures of the sunset, spewing romantic bullshit about the sunset reminding him of his beauty and the response was ‘Why are you so goddamn needy all the time?’ Mind you, this was after a week of no texting between the two despite Seonghwa insisting the couple was at a good place.
He stretched his legs out, looking at the time. 8:50am.
Shit.
He was going to be late for his class. And he had an important presentation.
Double Shit.
He got up quickly, throwing on some random black sweatpants and a hoodie, he shoved his laptop in his bag and ran out the door. 9:01am He was trying not to wheeze in complete exhaustion as he burst through the lecture hall doors, causing all the eyes in the room to land on him. God how he hated the attention. He tried to walk towards his usual seat in the back when the professor abruptly ruins his plans. “Since you like to make such a memorable entrance, why don’t you present first, Lee Minho?”
He cringed at the tone of the professor, silently cursing himself out for getting too hung up in his relationship problems to watch the time. He slumped his stuff on the ground near the stand in the centre of the front of the class. He can feel all the eyes on him as he slides out his laptop, plugging it into the cord that connects to the massive projector behind him. He rummages through his documents and clicks the one titled “DATA PRES”. Short and simple title. Straight to the point. As soon as he opens the document, his heart drops and beads of sweat form on his brow.
Sounds of erotic slurping and slapping fill the room accompanied by lewd moans.
He snapped his neck towards the screen to see an obscene adult movie playing on the large screen for the entire class to see and hear.
Porn.
Minho turned back to the computer as the professor is screaming at him to turn off the disturbing content. He fumbles with the chord, attempting to unplug it as the sound of a feminine moaning something incredibly dirty filled his ears. The class erupts into gasps, laughs and whispers as the professor storms over and shoves the laptop closed, removing the inappropriate video from the view of others.
“Go to the dean’s office. NOW.” The professor nearly yelled in the students face.
Minho scoffed, half in shock, half in annoyance. He knew who did this, he didn’t have to speculate or debate. He knew.
Maybe it was the fact that he never would use his laptop to watch THOSE types of videos, let alone save it. The main factor that lead Minho to know it wasn’t his was the type of porn it was.
It was straight porn.
Minho was painfully gay.
His dark eyes looked towards the back of the room and immediately locked with the one responsible for the public embarrassment. Jisung returned the look with a cocky smirk, giving a fake shrug as if to say he’s innocent as Minho walked out of the room with his belongings, attempting to maintain a level head.
“PORN? He rigged your presentation to play a porno for the whole CLASS?” Felix was basically screaming with disbelief as the trip chugged back beers, carefully placing bricks in their new lego sets. I.N. stopped mid build with a gapping mouth, clearly in shock. “No way bro actually?”
Minho just nodded, unsure of how to even approach the situation. “I think you’re even now.” Jeongin states with a shrug and a small shocked chuckle.
“A night in jail is a LOT worse than a lame porn video on a laptop.” Felix stated, slightly wincing at Minho as he knew he regretted the Jail situation regardless of how he acted as if he didnt care. “Sorry.” He said in a small voice, realizing his mistake.
Minho just responded with a small “hm.”
Jeongin cocked his eyebrow, looking at his older friend quizzically. “You are awfully silent.” He slowly leaned in, inspecting his face with squinted eyes. “What’s wrong?” Felix let out a loud chuckle that startled Jeongin, “Innie, he’s fine. He’s plotting.” Minho didnt respond. Not that he couldn’t but because he knew his friend was right. He WAS plotting.
Notes:
This fic is def a huge work in progress, pls be patient with me and i promise itll be worth it :)
Chapter 7: Caught
Summary:
Truths come out...
Notes:
AGAIN, I love ateez and I love Seonghwa but he is a dick in this story I'm so sorry. but prepare
Chapter Text
Multiple weeks went by of the two rivals constantly messing with each other. In class, in the hallways, online, their competition was serious and it seemed as though no one would ever win. Whenever Minho did something crazy, Jisung would retaliate with something even crazier. More times than not, if Jisung was somewhere, Minho would be close by, ready to pull some ridiculous prank. Their cat and mouse game was becoming obsessive for both of them and annoying for everyone around them, but they couldn’t stop till there was a winner.
“I feel like I could pull it off, I just need to find a way to distract him enough to replace the liquid.” Minho scratched his head, deep in thought.
Felix and Jeongin stared back at him both mortified and disgusted, their mouths hanging open comically. The youngest put up his hand to interrupt another thought from escaping his disturbed friend’s weird brain. “This has to be a joke,” He turns to Felix with wide eyes of desperation, “He’s joking, right?”
His face contorted to a slight grimace. “I don’t think it’s a joke Innie.”
Jeongin snapped his head back towards Minho, dramatically grabbing his shoulders and shaking it with force.
“Do NOT put your cum in his body wash.”
He groaned in acceptance, knowing his idea was crazy. “What am I supposed to do? I’m running out of ideas.” A pout formed as he pushed his friend away, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed.
“You could do nothing? That’s a thought.” Felix chimed in, Minho knew he hated how he’s been treating Jisung. He hates disappointing his closest friend and at times, it makes him almost want to let their rivalry sizzle out.
Almost.
“Anyways, are you guys going to Chan’s party next week?” Felix beamed at Jeongin’s invite, they both knew the boy was enamoured with the dancer from australia.
“Oh my god, yes, how could I not?” His excitement oozed out of him like an infectious disease. “Chan mentioned its a costume party, what are you guys wearing?”
Jeongin shrugged, “I was debating between Pitbull and a pirate.”
Minho scrunched his eyebrows with a small smile of amusement, “Pitbull? Really?”
“Yes, I already have the bald cap. It would be funny.”
“Why do you have a bald cap?” Felix questioned.
Jeongin didn’t respond just deflected onto Minho. “You coming?”
He pushed his dark hair out of his face, giving the younger one a pointed look. “I hate parties, especially costume parties. Count me out.”
“Your loss.” Jeongin mumbled as Felix started to yap about his outfit choices.
Minho scoffed in response as his phone went off. He picked up his phone to see a new notification from Seonghwa, a smile rose to his lips. The day after the porn incident, Seonghwa fell back to his usual routine with Minho, no longer giving him the silent treatment. Whenever Minho isn’t obsessing over his next move against Jisung, he’s with Seonghwa, revelling in their romance. Being with Seonghwa ignited a flame in Minho, he has never loved anyone as much as he loved him and finally felt like they had gotten to the point of no return. They worked through their problems, it might have been hard but the hard work was paying off and Minho has never felt happier in his relationship. So much so that the couple even started their wedding inspo pinterest board. His friends on the other hand, were not as happy about his relationship with the tall boy. They chose not to talk too ill on it but Minho knew their stance on Seonghwa, he knew they didn’t like him but he didn’t care. He was in love and that was that.
I wish I could see you right now.
Minho smiled at the romantic message on his phone, forgetting about his Jisung predicament. He suddenly jumped up from the couch, grabbing his bag and jacket.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?”
“Seonghwa’s, I’m going to surprise him.” Minho beamed, giving a quick wave as he leaves the door, unaware that the upcoming events would alter his entire life.
Minho brought the flowers to his nose and inhaled the sweet scent, he loved roses and he knew Seonghwa loved them too. He was working so hard throughout the week and hadn’t had much time to hangout so Minho thought it would be a romantic gesture to surprise him with flowers, a sign of encouragement and stability. It’s what Minho would want in that situation so he automatically thought Seonghwa would need that reassurance as well, if not, he would at least think it’s romantic.
He walked through the apartment building with unease, he hated how the hallways looked in his boyfriends apartment complex. Everything was painted dark brown or black and the only thing to illuminate the dark hallways were tiny lamp like lights. It was as if they tried to go for a royal theme but got stuck at gothic. He shivered as he reached apartment 402, raising his hand to knock but something halted his action. A sound came from the apartment.
A moan.
Immediately, Minho wanted to run away yet his feet betrayed him. His heartbeat quickened as another moan rang out, a feminine moan. He looked up at the number to double check it was the right apartment. 402. It was Seonghwa’s apartment.
He took a shaky breath and reached for the door handle, shock filling him as the handle turns, already unlocked. Every instinct in his body is telling him to get the fuck out of there but he can’t, it feels like he’s in a trance. He steps quietly into the bight apartment to a horrifying scene. Clothes were draped across the floor, a pair of underwear rested across the couch, pants clearly thrown onto the kitchen table. If the moans and clothes weren’t a red flag indicator of the image he was about to see, the thoughtlessly discarded condom wrapper sitting in the garbage can was. His body went hot as rage engulf his entire being while another moan rang out. Fist clenched, body shaking and mind racing, Minho walked towards the bedroom door, slowly pushing it open with anxiety. The image inside the room wanted to make him vomit. Seonghwa was lying on the bed on his back completely naked as an unknown woman sat on top of him, her chest was on display as she bounced, moaning erratically and sensually as Seongwha muttered “I love you” and “You’re perfect baby”.
CRACK
Minho lost it.
He felt as though his world just shattered.
“What the fuck Seonghwa?” He nearly growled out in a loud voice of pure rage, shaking as his fingernails cut into his hand at the pressure of his clenched fists. Seonghwa bolts up, eyes wide in panic.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” He rubbed his neck anxiously after removing the girl from his dick. The almost casual tone from his boyfriend sends Minho into a near frenzy. He threw the flowers on the ground, stopping the red flowers into the carpet, staining the white fabric with reminisce of his love as tears began to flow out of his eyes rapidly.
“You fucking coward, YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME?”
Seonghwa slowly stands up from the bed, his flacid member on full display as he walked slowly towards Minho with his hands out in defence. “Technically, we aren’t together…” He said in a small voice. Minho froze. His head crept up to meet the level of the traitor standing in front of him.
“What do you mean? We’ve been together for years, Hwa, why the FUCK would you say that?”
He scratched his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. “Remember a few weeks ago when I said I was done with you…”
The memory of the cafe came to him and he stood there in shock. “You said you were done with this shit, you didn’t say that you were done with me!” Minho shouted angrily at the dumb excuse. “We fucking planned our WEDDING you dickhead.” His voice cracked as his anger suddenly started shifting into sadness at a rapid pace.
He had to get out of there.
With one final glare, Minho turned away from the naked man. “Fuck you.” He croaked out in a pained sob as he bolted towards the door, desperate to escape his own person hell. He runs out the door, aggressively wiping the tears from his eyes when he collides with something hard in the hallway. The force pushes him flat on the ground on impact, making his weak body give in to the new position. Sobs flow out of him rapidly as tears cover his face and his vision. He turned to his side, bringing his knees to his chest as he cuddled himself in the dark hallway, crying loudly and struggling to catch his breath. He’s gasping for air so desperately that he barely feels a hand on his back, gently rubbing it in a soothing pattern accompanied by small sounds “shhh” “It’s okay” “just breathe”. The object he ran into, clearly a man, was now trying to calm him down in the middle of a creepy hallway, 30 minutes away from his own dorm. He stayed in the fetal position for what seemed like hours while the mystery person soothed him, nonstop. The stranger stayed with him till he was able to sit up on his own. He rubbed his eyes as the tears stopped and looked up in hopes to see his saviour but was met with nothing, the stranger must’ve left without him noticing. During his long trip home, he struggled to keep his shit together, silently wishing the mystery stranger that calmed him down would come back. Little did he know, that stranger was no stranger. He was so distracted by his heartbreak that the voice went unnoticed.
In a normal circumstance, that voice would’ve caused a different type of spiral from Minho.
If only he had realized his saviour was actually his enemy.
Chapter 8: Liquid Courage
Summary:
It was a perfect distraction...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The week passes in a blur of sadness and heartbreak that was only accompanied by regret. Minho had slept past his alarms the first few days but eventually gave up on even setting them up in the first place, knowing he was just going to stay in bed all day regardless if he had class or not. Throughout the week, his friends attempted to cheer him up or at least get him out of bed but neither of them managed to crack his slump. He had barely left his bed the entire 7 days, the only thing he got up for was the occasional bathroom break or for a cup of water, he hadn’t even bothered to eat. The last three years replayed in his mind on repeat as he tried to think of what went wrong, trying to get closure on the situation that he knows he will never get.
Minho hears his door creak open and doesn’t even bother to look as his eyes stay glued onto the wall, red and puffed out from the days of crying. A small dip was felt on the edge of his bed as a hand came to rest gently on his leg.
“Hey, we made you breakfast. Can you come into the kitchen and eat with us?” Felix’s soft tone hit Minho’s ears with complete care, his best friend had always been so nurturing towards him in his lowest moments and it brought warmth to his chest despite his week full of sadness.
“GUESS WHAT DUDE?!” Jeongin yelled loudly barging into the room, immediately jumping on his bed above Minho with his feet on either side of the heartbroken boy, who was wincing at the loud interruption. Felix shoots the youngest a quick look of apprehensiveness but stays silent, hoping that whatever Jeongin says will finally break their friend out of their funk. “Everyone at school is talking about how Jisung is bad in bed, apparently he couldn’t get it up. The ENTIRE school knows he's sexually inept.”
Minho breaks his week-long gaze at the wall and slowly shifts his eyes towards his friend who was towering over him, looking at him with an excited smile. “AND on top of that, apparently he cries during sex.”
Felix looks between Minho and Jeongin, not entirely sure how to react or when to step in. Minho shifted in his bed so that he was on his back, directly under his younger friend. He looked him in the eye with a small furrow of his brow. “Someone even said he begs for his mommy afterwards too.” Jeongin let an evil smirk form on his face, knowing the sentence will break Minho.
The depressed boy let out a small groan as he struggled to sit up in his messy bed, rubbing his eyes with his fists as his friends silently moved to sit closer to him, anticipating his next move. He puts down his fists and stares out for a minute, collecting his thoughts.
Suddenly, a quick laugh escapes his throat and he shakes his head slightly causing Felix and Jeongin to immediately share a small look of relief. “What a fucking loser.” Minho whispered in slight amusement. Felix takes this small opportunity to finally get his friend back to normal.
“So how about that breakfast?”
The three friends sat around the kitchen table, scarfing down the delicious breakfast. Felix and Jeongin ate silently but relief flushed through them as they watched Minho eat for the first time in a week. “What time should we leave?” The youngest pipes up, looking at the blonde as he takes a big bite of his french toast.
“It starts at 7 so maybe 8? We wouldn’t want to be too early, I want to make a dramatic entrance.”
Jeongin rolled his eyes at his theatrical friend.
“Where are you guys going?” Minho, surprisingly, piped in.
“Chan’s party, remember?”
He nodded, causing his messy black hair to flop over his eyes. He pursed his lips as he poked at the food on his plate, clearly deep in thought.
“Can I come?”
Felix nearly chokes, coughing aggressively as Jeongin starts slapping his back. When Felix finally catches his breath, he looks at Minho with complete shock. “You want to come? Are you sure?” Minho nodded, “I think it’ll be a good distraction for me.”
Jeongin clapped his hands excitedly, startling the other with the abrupt noise. “Alright, so then what are you going to wear?”
“OOO make it something sexy.”
“Yes! Like a vampire or maybe a pirate.”
“OMG YES, or maybe like a boxer?”
“SO SMART, you have the best ideas.”
Minho tunes out his hyperactive friends as he mentally prepares for the commitment he agreed to. He’s tired of feeling sorry for himself, the alcohol will be a good distraction and he can maybe try to mingle with more people.
It’ll be good for him.
He tries to convince himself.
He continues trying to convince himself the entire day.
“You look hot as FUCK.” The blonde stood in front of Minho with his mouth hanging open in shock as his eyes traced his body, taking in the outfit. Jeongin whistles under his breath as he runs a hand over his now bald head.
Minho looked at himself in the mirror, admiring how the tight white pants hugged his toned thighs. His baseball jersey was loosely tucked with the top buttons undone, leaving his muscular chest on display. The baseball hat rested onto his black wispy hair, his loose bangs falling in front of his eyes. He was shocked at the makeup on his face, Felix had helped him out and he swears he’s some sort of magician. He managed to find a way to cover the dark circles and puffy eyes with a slight smokey eye that made his eyes look fierce and dangerous.
Felix was right.
He did look hot.
He let a small smile grow on his face, trying to ignore his anxious thoughts from destroying his perception of himself at this moment. He turned towards a playboy bunny and pitbull and nodded.
“I’m ready.”
The trio opened the door to the frat house and was immediately hit with the smell of booze, sex and some other mystery scent that could only be described as cheap perfume. The speakers obnoxiously blasted Danza Kuduro as the dimly lit house was filled to the brim with sweaty bodies in an assortment of interesting costumes ranging from sexy, barely covering outfits that no one could decipher to horrifyingly accurate nurses from Silent Hill. Felix immediately bolted into the crowd, excitedly dancing into the crowd with a wide smile as his bunny ears flopped with each sway. Jeongin nudged Minho’s shoulder, distracting him from observing the people dancing provocatively in the room filled with neon lights and cheesy halloween decorations.
“Let’s go get a drink.” Minho nodded, following his shorter friend into the crowd, grateful that he had someone to stay with. Felix is a social butterfly and he knew he would mingle the second they got there but a part of him had hoped he would’ve lingered with the freshly broken hearted boy for just a bit longer. He tried to shake the disappointment, he knew his friend was looking forward to this night and it wasn’t fair of him to deny him of having fun. He wished he was able to push away his feelings and let loose like his extroverted friend but something always held him back, he never understood what it was yet he despised it.
“Hey stop overthinking and take a shot with me.” His thoughts were interrupted as a small glass was shoved into his hand filled to the brim with clear liquid. He looked up at his friend who held a matching glass in his own hand, tilting it towards him with a smirk. Without a second thought, he tapped the glass and brought the shot to his lips, pouring the strong liquor down his throat, barely coughing at the stinging sensation. He observed his surroundings, so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t even notice when they arrived in the small kitchen that was tucked behind the crowded living room. Luckily for the introvert, the kitchen was nearly empty apart from his friend and some stranger dressed as the lorax raiding the fridge seemingly for a snack.
Jeongin and Minho stayed in the kitchen for what seemed like forever, downing shots and yapping about weird topics in drunken nonsense. It was as if they completely forgot about where they were.
That was until the devil walked in.
Literally.
Minho was placing down the empty cup of his sixth shot, giggling with his younger friend about some inside joke as someone entered the kitchen, disrupting their introverted solitude.
The drunk boy moved his eyes from the cup on the counter to the red pants that walked into the room, the tight latex hugged the person’s thighs tightly, framing their legs like a priceless work of art. He slowly raked his eyes up to see a slice of skin showcasing tone abs that were beautifully on display. The stranger wore a matching latex cropped shirt that hugged his muscles and biceps perfectly, the sight of the outfit nearly made the faux baseball player drool. His eyes finally made their way up to see who the stranger was and he immediately felt nauseous, whether it was from the alcohol or the reveal, he would never know.
Han Jisung was standing in front of the drunk boy with a shit eating grin.
“Like what you see?”
Minho groaned loudly out of frustration, too drunk to care about hiding his distaste for the other. He glared at his enemy through his blurry vision, hating himself for admiring the way his eyes looked with red eyeshadow and eyeliner. It took a second for Minho to notice the small horns that rested on his black hair.
Wait.
Black hair?
“You dyed your hair.” Minho blurted out without thinking, clearly too buzzed to care.
Jisung cocked his eyebrow as Jeongin leaned against the counter, staring at something in the distance and giggling to himself, clearly not paying attention to the interaction happening between the two guys.
“You noticed?”
Minho should’ve responded with some joke about how he can’t get it up, he should’ve poked at the rumours circulating about his sex life yet for some reason, he can’t seem to say anything reasonably coherent. Minho just nodded sheepishly, slowly realizing he messed up. Jisung stepped closer to him with a certain expression that the other couldn’t decipher. “Of course you noticed,” Minho straightened his back he entered his personal space, too close for his personal comfort, “You can never seem to take your eyes off of me hm?” His mouth whispered into his ear, his breath trickled down Minho’s neck as he stood there still.
He pulled away, giving him a quick smirk before reaching up and ruffling his hair, earning a small voice of annoyance from Minho. Before he could say anything, the devil grabbed a jello shot from the counter and made his exit towards the crowded living room. The two friends were now alone again in the kitchen, drunk and lonely, something neither would admit.
At some point during the night, Felix found his friends and dragged them into the heart of the party, using the liquid courage in their bodies to loosen them up. Minho found himself dancing with someone in a sexy clown costume, pressing his hips to their ass as he provocatively moved his body with the beat of some song he didn’t recognize.Jeongin was whipping his head wildly, standing on a table in the corner of the room, earning cheers and yells from a crowd formed around him. Minho closed his eyes, feeling euphoric as he danced, trying to ignore the fact that the person grinding on him was indeed a woman and not someone of his preferred gender. He was chasing any distraction that he could get, even if that meant ruining the concept of clowns for himself forever. A loud yell was heard over the music, breaking Minho from his trance of regret.
“NEW GAME STARTS IN 10 IN CHANS ROOM.”
The clown that was previously pressed into the baseball player turned around, now facing him with a flirty expression filled with lust and desire. “They’re starting a new round of seven minutes in heaven, let’s go play.” Before he could object, the stranger grabbed his hand, leading him to Chan’s room to join in on the party game.
Seven minutes of heaven was a game that more times than not ended in heated makeout sessions and regretful one night stands, he knew that. He smiled to himself as he willingly followed the girl up the stairs.
It was a perfect distraction.
Notes:
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Chapter 9: Dancing with the Devil
Summary:
Minho spends seven minutes in hell with the devil himself.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The atmosphere in the room was strange.
There was a group of girls giggling beside each other, talking about the potential picks for the game. Beside them was a couple mid makeout, seemingly not understanding the concept of the game or maybe getting too ahead of themselves. Several guys were spread out, conversing in small talk or loudly competing in some side game involving shitty beer. Minho felt brief disappointment as no one stood out as potential to him but his disappointment quickly formed into a much stronger feeling as his eyes rested on two individuals.
Across the room, sitting on the bed next to the Australian host, Chan, was none other than the devil himself.
Han Jisung.
The two made brief eye contact as Minho walked towards the opposite side of the room, grabbing a seat in an empty spot with the clown still wrapped in his fingers. The silent stare down was cut short when someone cleared their throat loudly beside him, breaking his attention away.
“Hey, Minho.”
His heart nearly sank to the deepest depths of the ocean as a familiar voice rang through his ears, belonging to the person sitting next to him. He swallowed thickly as years of memories came rushing back, threatening to destroy the composure he worked so hard to maintain. He took a much needed breath before looking at the face that plagued his mind for the past week.
Seonghwa .
He looked at him with a small, guilty smile. His eyes were wide and his eyebrows furrowed, giving him a look of innocence. To others, he would even be described as cute. Minho knew better, he wouldn’t fall for his act, not now, not ever again.
He shifted quickly as he fully prepared to get up and leave the party immediately when his plans were unfortunately interrupted.
“Okay everyone! The game is starting now, let me list the rules.”
Minho silently curses himself for not getting up and walking out at that moment but his stubbornness exudes him. He needed a distraction from the very man he was sat next to and that’s what he was going to get. If he left that room at that moment, he would probably just go home and cry into his sheets like he had for the entire week prior. That’s why when the rules start listing out, Minho actually listens because he intends to stay despite his aching chest nearly exploding out of him.
“Rule number one, when it is your turn to spin the bottle, you must go into that closet,” Chan pointed to the closed door that was behind Seonghwa,”for 7 minutes with whoever the bottle lands on. Rule number two, the timer ONLY starts once we hear the door lock, doesn’t count until we hear the lock. And lastly, if you refuse to go in the closest, you’re subject to punishment.” When he states the last rule, he wiggles his eyebrows menacingly at a suspicious cup on his bedside table that was placed amongst a sea of different liquor bottles. Noticeably disgusting types of liquor.
Chan makes a short chuckle, “and don’t worry, the closet is a walk in so there’s plenty of space.” He turns to wink at a few girls in the circle, earning giggles and some whistles across the room. As he places the empty bottle in the centre, Minho is admittedly nervous. He’s not a virgin and he does have experience when it comes to these types of things yet it was from his highschool days, before he met Seonghwa. He feels wildly out of practice even for just kissing. Tears almost threaten to spill out of his eyes as he remembers their moments, remembers when his ex would refuse to kiss him, refuse to touch him, refuse to act like lovers every couple of days. Their relationship was so hot and cold that it gave him whiplash.
His thoughts were gratefully interrupted as the bottle landed on a girl on the opposite side of the room, one that Chan winked at. He stood up and held out a hand for the girl and led her to the closest as a chorus of “oooo’s” were made around the room. The pair entered the closest and Minho heard the lock, inciting the timer his buddy held up, to start.
Despite the loud music downstairs and the multiple conversations, the door was not sound proof and happened to be very close to Minho. The moans and sounds of sex were very prominent and it brought a blush to his face as he realized what he got himself into.
“Can we talk?” He heard a voice from beside him, he didn’t need to look at the pathetic boy to know he had some fake pout on to make Minho cave. At the same moment, he felt a small hand touch his thigh on the other side. The clown was saying some gibberish, probably trying to flirt but he tuned her out at the beginning of the game. The man beside him also touched his opposing thigh in hopes to get his attention. He stared forward with a hard stare, ignoring the cheater beside him. “Please Minho…. I miss you…” He gulped hard, fixating his hard eyes on the thing that distracted him earlier.
The red pants.
In his now buzzed state, he realized it was probably not the best idea to stare at his enemies thighs to distract himself from his begging ex and a clingy girl beside him yet he felt almost suffocated and the sight kept him strangely focused. The way the red pants hugged his toned thighs brought indecent thoughts to Minho’s brain. They currently were on full display as he sat on his knees within the circle, conveniently across from the man in need of distraction. His eyes raked up the body again, repeating his actions from earlier yet he was sober enough to realize his actions in this moment. He might regret it but that was a later problem. His eyes trailed over the toned stomach once more, impressed with the hidden abs that he hadn’t noticed before today.
The tight sleeves made his biceps look incredibly big and Minho had to admit,
he looked hot .
He moved up to his face, eyes immediately locking with the other. His intense eyes were already watching him, making it clear that he had just witnessed Minho practically eye-fuck him. They held each other’s gaze for what seemed like eternity, the desperate man didn’t want to look away, clinging to the only distraction he was capable of receiving in that moment. Jisung, on the other hand, returned the favour.
He broke eye contact, moving his eyes down Minho’s face to his collarbones and stopped abruptly, gulping at the sight. The baseball player smirked, knowing his gaze was entranced by his exposed skin. His intense stare grazed down Minho’s entire body, carefully examining every single inch that was on display. In most circumstances, the action would cause Minho to shrink away, feel self conscious at how intimate the act felt yet tonight, he truly did not care. He appreciated the intensity of the action despite who it was coming from, it was distracting him and that’s all he needed.
The loud alarm made multiple people in the circle jump in a startle, including Jisung who seemed too caught up in the view. The closet door unlocked and the two excited the room holding hands, messily planting small kisses on each other, clinging to whatever moment they had behind the doors. As the game continued, Seonghwa and the clown were becoming suffocating, constantly trying to get his attention despite the commotion in the circle and in the closet behind them. Seonghwa continuously begged Minho for another chance, grabbing his hand, touching his thigh, moving his hair behind his ear, all of the little things he knew he liked. On the other side, the drunk girl aggressively kept trying to kiss his ear and whisper what he thinks were pick up lines? She was slurring her words and draped over his side in a lazy drunk fashion. The attention was becoming overstimulating very fast and he acknowledged staring at Jisung’s thighs for an entire game as a distraction would do more harm than good. Leaving him with one option.
The alarm went off and the closet door opened, revealing yet another couple who exited the room with messy hair and mismatched clothes, looking completely fucked out. “Okay, whose next?” Chan called out.
Minho has never raised his hand faster in his life.
The host gestures towards the bottle in the middle of the circle, telling him to take his turn. As he leaned forward to spin the empty bottle, he could hear small whines of protest from his ex beside him, begging him to not play the game. If anything, his clingy behaviour fuelled the fire within the broken hearted boy, he spun the bottle with intention.
He anxiously watched the glass spin around the circle, letting his adrenaline take over his body as it slowed to a stop, preparing for the distraction he’s been so desperate for all night. The bottle eventually came to a halt, the long part of the glass pointing to the individual directly across from him.
He already knew who it was without needing to look up.
A chorus of laughter and "ooos" filled the room, some people piping in with teasing comments.
"Good luck Minho, I heard he can't get it up."
"Better bring some tissues for when he cries for his mommy."
"I hope you brought viagra!"
The red pants he was so transfixed on all night were suddenly moving, travelling across the room towards the closet, silently agreeing to the fate of the game. Minho stood up immediately and opened the door, stepping into the room after his enemy. Moving quickly so that his mind wouldn’t catch up to his adrenaline, he darted inside to avoid the possibility of backing out and aggressively slammed the door shut, ignoring the teasing remarks directed to Jisung's sex problem.
He turned from the door to finally look at the devil and was met with dark eyes brimming with red, looking as if he was going to devour him.
“I didn’t expect you to go through with this.” Jisung spoke out, tilting his head to the side in genuine confusion.
Minho shrugged in response. “I needed the distraction.” He answered honestly.
He nodded slowly as an unreadable expression filled his face, rubbing his fingers together anxiously as a minute of awkward silence passed between them.
“I have an idea.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as if the words were going to hurt him. “Whatifwepretendtofucktofixmyreuptationandtogetyourexoffyourback.” He blurted out as if it was one word.
Minho let a chuckle out, cocking an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
Jisung looked up from his hands, locking eyes with the other. “Let’s convince everyone that we hooked up in here. It will fix my reputation and get your ex off your back.” He must've noticed the shocked expression because he added. “He’s been begging for you this entire game, it’s no secret.”
Without hesitation, to Jisung’s surprise, he agreed. “I’m down, how do we make it look real?” Being in such close proximity to the muscular man in the tight red latex made Minho a weak person, he probably would agree to anything the other suggested, not that he would admit that.
The two remained quiet for a few moments, deep in thought about creating a plan. The time limit hung over them menacingly, making the situation more stressful than it should be.
“We could like mess up our hair and clothes and stuff…” Jisung trailed off, realizing it was not the best idea. The other gave him a judging look, not needing to respond as the other got the hint. The idea was lame. Minho stayed quiet, his mind had gone blank and he genuinely couldn’t think of anything to make the situation seem legit, especially since the two are known enemies to everyone. If they just walked out with messy hair, people would just assume they fought rather than fucked.
“Okay… I have an idea but you’re going to hate it.” Jisung spoke up again, this time his voice wavered but it was backed with a serious tone that the other had never heard before. Curiosity peaked his interest, looking at Jisung who was slowly taking steps towards him, cautiously as if he thought Minho would attack him. He crossed his arms across his chest to mask his nerves, leaning against the closet door. “We could give each other hickeys, so there would be proof.” Jisung finally let out, watching for a reaction.
Minho felt his palms clam up and his heartbeat speed up, not expecting to actually do anything physical with the devil. The proposition made his mind swirl with thoughts he had chosen to ignore and he was quickly beginning to feel overwhelmed at the idea. He opened up his mouth to respond when a loud yell came from the other side of the door.
“We didn’t hear the lock yet, timer won’t start till you lock the door!”
Jisung walked into Minho’s personal space, reaching behind him to grab the lock. Before he can turn the metal, a small voice rings out into the room. Just above a whisper but loud enough for Jisung to hear it.
“Okay.”
Lock .
Lips landed on his neck immediately after the lock was turned, aggressively sucking on the soft, exposed skin. Minho felt a hand around the side of his neck with a thumb grazing his chin, holding his head up for support through the sudden attack. Another hand found its way to his waist, gripping the side tightly, pressing him into the door behind him. Minho arched his neck back at the euphoric feeling, surprised at the reaction caused by his mortal enemy. His skin tingled with each touch, with each kiss. It was sloppy and entirely insane, slowly clouding judgement between the two. Minho hesitantly reached for Jisung’s waist, pulling his body onto his own in the heat of the moment. He froze at the sudden action, thinking he might have gone too far but was instead met with a sound of pleasure releasing from Jisung’s throat as he bucked his hips into Minho’s. His lips continued to suck his skin from behind his ear to his lower neck, noticeably spending more time on the exposed collarbone. Minho smirked as he felt a sharp bite on his skin, letting himself enjoy the moment despite the situation. He dipped his head into the others neck, mirroring the action of sucking in hopes to cover his skin with noticeable bruises. The two were so entranced in the moment that small actions between them went unnoticed and accepted. Their hands dangerously roamed across their bodies with no restrictions, feeling every muscle, every slice of exposed skin. They were so caught up in the moment that when the two separated from each other with flushed faces and messy hair, sharing looks of pleasure and undeniable want, they didn’t spend time thinking about the next action. They just did it.
Minho doesn’t know who leaned in first.
But somehow.
Their lips met in a rush of complete desire, messy and uncoordinated. They completely defiled each other with their hands, grasping, pulling and squeezing in places that would make a Victorian child keel over. The room was filled with unprompted moans and gasps as the kisses deepened and the touches threatened to become more provocative, dipping into waistbands, wanting to feel more. Minho palmed the bulge of arousal under the tight latex pants as the other mirrored his actions, making one thing very clear.
The rumours about Jisung were completely false.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
A loud alarm sounded, making the two jump in surprise, quickly separating from their intimate position.
“Times up!” Chan yelled.
The two enemies stood in front of each other, panting, faces flushed and bodies covered in hickey’s formed by the other, sharing a similar look of regret and shock.
What the fuck.
Notes:
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Chapter 10: Red
Summary:
Minho see's red.
And no, not just Jisung's tight pants.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Minho never got stage fright before the incident.
He would perform effortlessly with little care and complete ease, showcasing his raw talent of creating a memorable show. No matter the emotions he had been feeling, he had always been able to put on an act of something bigger than his feelings.
It had been almost 5 years since he had last performed on stage and he unexpectedly was met with the task of putting on a show.
This was his comeback.
He was unsure who broke the gaze of regret first but he found himself exiting the closet behind Jisung, walking into a room full of shocked eyes that were glued on the two. The room was overcrowded with considerably loud people yet the silence that filled the room felt suffocating.
Shock.
Everyone was in shock.
Minho bravely shot a glance at the devil as he quietly sat back into the spot he previously left from with a fake, smug grin, man spreading on the side of the bed. The baseball player knew it was a front from the sight of his hands anxiously rubbing calming circles into his knuckles. Judging by the action, he was probably shocked as well.
Minho knew he was in shock, he was experiencing something stronger than shock. His body felt hot, his head felt fuzzy and the world around him felt almost blurry. He couldn’t pin point the feeling yet he had no time to decipher the complex arise in emotion as the last person he wanted to see decided to get his attention.
A strong, familiar hand shot up and grabbed Minho on the wrist, causing him to look down at the person intruding his thoughts.
“How could you do this to me Minho? I thought you loved me?” Seonghwa looked up at him with misty eyes, his voice sounded hurt and disappointed.
Not a lot of people knew Minho’s flaws. Sure, they knew him but he kept the ugly parts of himself tucked away from the public eye. Felix and Jeongin had the unfortunate luck of seeing his bad side multiple times, they were the only two who had ever seen what Minho was capable of and how far he truly would go to soothe the crack that forms when he experiences feelings he cannot process. He usually keeps a level head, despite some of the crazy things he had done to Jisung, they all were seen as pranks or retaliation. There gets to a point where all Minho can see is red and it leads him to make choices that are not thought out or processed whatsoever. In those moments where his emotions become too strong to understand, his critical thinking flies out the window, long gone and nowhere to be seen again.
That's why when his cheating ex decides to look up at him with the intention of making him feel guilty for a game that he himself was also a part of, Minho’s emotions explode into an array of overwhelming intensity. His vision goes red as he rips his arm away from the pathetic man and immediately walks away from him with one goal in mind.
Revenge.
He spots his target across the room that, conveniently, was already looking at him. His feet move faster than his brain as he walks up to the man with pure determination, rage and a smidge of left over horniness from the previous makeout session. He finds himself slotted in between the devils thighs, leaning over his enemy with a pleading look in hopes he gets the hint.
He does.
Jisung raises his hand to Minho’s jersey, aggressively grabbing the fabric, pulling his face closer to his own, aggressively meeting their lips together in a heated public display. Minho’s hands react quickly, grabbing both sides of his face, pulling him harder as if it was even possible. The sudden action brings noise back into the room, loud encouragement and laughter came from almost everyone in the room, shocked at the borderline pornagraphic scene unfolding in front of them. Minho moves his hands to Jisung’s waist, pulling him up from his seated position. His hands squeeze his sides as his tongue swipes his lip, resulting in a breathy moan from the younger. Minho smirked at the sound, knowing Seonghwa would hear the pleasure that he was giving another man right in front of him. His hands slid further down to Jisung’s ass, squeezing harshly as their tongues explored each other's mouth. He heard a loud “oh my GOD, get a room!” and saw the opportunity to do something absolutely diabolical.
He broke away from Jisung, saliva connecting their lips as they shared a look of understanding.
This was a show.
They both understood that they had to put on an act.
Hopefully, they would get a standing ovation for their efforts.
Minho turned towards the subject of his torture, seeing him look like a kicked puppy, wiping away tears as he stared at his ex lover in pure hurt. This was an opportunity, their relationship always had a point where one of them became vulnerable and they would get back together, repeating the same toxic process. Minho saw this as an opportunity, yet for the first time ever, he decided to not take it.
Instead, he hardened his stare and his grip on the boy in his arms tightened, using him as a lifeline.
“Maybe we should get a room, Jisungie.”
With the drop of a endearing nickname and a quick slap on his ass, Minho grabs the youngers hand and leads him out of the room as the crowd looks in awe, some clapping, some cheering, everyone amused with the event taking place in front of them.
He drags Jisung out of the room and down the hallway, pushing into a random door, the first one he could find unlocked. He shoves him in and quickly locks the door behind him. His breath is heavy and his eyes close as he turns and leans against the door with his head back, hitting the cold wood with a thud. The adrenaline was slowly coming to an end and the reality of his actions were becoming a bit more clear with each moment. It wasn’t until Jisung spoke that Minho really understood the gravity of his actions.
“You’re insane, Lee Know.”
Notes:
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