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"well, then explain" Jisung said, anticipating jeongin's answer.

"Just... Here, take a look for yourself." Jeongin put his palm on Jisungs shoulder, guiding him towards the fire.

Jisung was confused to say the least, but let Jeongin take him there anyway.

Once infront of the kitchen, Jisung shut his eyes, afraid of just how big the fire was going to be. Felix was going to kill every single one of them, and that was the most terrifying part.

"Welp, here's the 'big fire' Minho was oh so worried about." Jeongin sighed, outstretching his arm towards the so called fire.

Jisung slowly opened an eye, anticipating a huge fire. He clutched the fire extinguisher in his hands, ready to extinguish the fire as best as he could. Much to Jisungs confusion, there was infact no huge fire.

"Wait,Where... Where's the fire?" Jisung asked, extremely confused. His grip on the fire extinguisher loosened, as he stood infront of the kitchen door, confused.

"Well, you see, Minho, this absolute fucking dumbass, thaught the stove was on fire." Jeongin pinched the bridge of his nose, completely done with life. He glared at Minho.

Minho started the ground, cheeks flaring up in embarrassment.

Jisung walked into the kitchen, turning off the stove.

"Minho, what the actual fuck." Jisung started at Minho blankly.

"I don't know..." Minho answered, playing with the hem of his shirt. It was a nervous habit he'd developed as a child.

Jisung raised an eyebrow, not believing Minho's answer.

"So you're telling me you didn't know the diffrence between an induction stove and a gas stove?" Jisung asked, putting the fire extinguisher into the nearby table.

Minho hated the way Jisung and Jeongin were glaring at him. It reminded Minho of how they looked at him.

"Well, we only have induction stoves at our place, so I just- i got startled i- I'm sorry." Minho apologised, feeling uneasy as the youngers glared at him.

Minho didn't mean to cause panic, he genuinely thought the stove was on fire. He still lived with his parents, who'd never let their 'Darling child' go anywhere near fires, since they were afraid he'd get hurt. This was his first time using a gas stove, or a stove in general.

Jisung, seemingly noticing Minho's uneasiness, sighed. He walked towards minho, gently grabbing the boys hands.

Minho flinched, shutting his eyes out of instinct. Jisung was confused by the reaction, but decided not to question it.

"Hey, Minho, it's okay. It was just a misunderstanding, it happens." Jisung said in the most soothing voice he could muster up. It seemed to have worked, since Minho's shoulders relaxed a bit.

His eyes fluttered open, slightly glossy.

Is Minho... Crying? Jisung thought. Before he could say anything, Minho broke the silence.

"So, you're not... Disappointed is me? And you're not mad?" Minho asked, unintentionally making puppy eyes.

"Fucking hell, here comes the sappy shit." Jeongin rolled his eyes in the background, preparing himself for what was about to unfold.

Jisung cooed at the boy internally. He didn't know why, but seeing Minho look so vonarable made him want to comfort Minho, and make the boy smile again.

"No, Minho, we're not disappoint in you, why would we be? It's not that big of a deal anyway. And we're not mad, right Jeongin?"

Jisung turned his head towards Jeongin, looking at him with the you'd-better-agree-or-ill-fucking-end-you look. Don't question what that is.