neon roses ~ l.mh • h.js

capitolo otto: vendetta!

"I feel like I haven't trudged

But what has changed has been enough

I couldn't grasp what wasn't there

Until I felt the dunces glare

These fragile eggs will likely crack

Unless you pick another track

I help myself, I straighten my back

Advance forward, I won't look back"

(song: Egg by The Garden)

(a/n help i just realized that they rhymed back with back)

Jisung groaned when he heard his alarm. Sitting up in his bed, he was confused by the absence of his daily impertinent remark when he scanned the room and noticed that Minho was actually still sleeping and cuddled up to his cat plushie. Jisung cooed at the sight, but quickly remembered something. It's my turn to annoy you now! Revenge!

Jisung shut off his alarm and tip-toed to the older, but when he saw his face he stopped in his tracks. He knew that he was handsome but the last time Jisung saw him this close up he couldn't think or see straight so seeing him like this now just felt so different. He could see his long, fluttery eyelashes clearly. And the straightness of his nose. And how his upper lip is thicker than his lower lip, and how his prominent cheekbones tie in all of his facial features together perfectly with just the right amount of edge and softness. And how he was now staring back at Jisung.

"Fuck! Shit, gosh, what the hell man!" Jisung yelped and jumped away, falling on his ass straight on the floor. 

"Why are you scared? I should be the scared one, you were staring at me like a creep." Minho deadpanned as he sat up and stretched.

"No I was not!" Jisung defended as he stood, but he rubbed the back of his thigh with a pout.

"Yeah? What were you doing, then?" Minho raised a brow.

Taking in your ethereal beauty— "Was gonna wake you up.."

"By staring at me? Yeah, thanks for that. Much appreciated." Minho yawned.

"Just shut up and get ready." Jisung huffed and walked away to pick out an outfit making Minho giggle to himself.

🌙 end of the day

"Why're you back here? Did you not apologize to him?" A disappointed Changbin spoke upon seeing Jisung at his door.

"No, I did. We're on good terms now." Jisung stuck his arm straight out and pushed Changbin out of the way of the doorframe, walked straight past him, and fell onto the couch. Changbin just rolled his eyes and closed the door.

"So why're you here?" Changbin walked over to Jisung, sitting on top of his lower legs since there was no more room on the couch.

"Am I not allowed to visit my best friend?" Jisung batted his eyelashes annoyingly.

"Not that, just, you're spending a lot of time here for someone who's on good terms with their roommate. And stop doing that thing with your eyes, it's freaking me out." Changbin cringed.

"You're no fun. But anyways, he caught me staring at him this morning when he was sleeping and now I feel like such a creep and I'm all weird around him."

"God, how do you keep finding yourself in these types of situations??"

"I don't know but I need to distract myself, so.. hmm.. oh! Can you shift?" Jisung propped his back up to the arm of the couch and rested his chin on his hand, staring at Changbin awaiting his answer.