Wrong Number | •ChanLix•

~27~

Jisung quickly regained his composure, grabbing the fire extinguisher.

"Ha! There's flour all over your hair!" Jeongin doubled over in laughter, almost forgetting about the fire for a second. What jeongin said was infact true. Jisung had fallen right in top of the bag flour, which those dumbasses had kept on the floor for some stupid reason, thus leading him to be covered in the white substance.

(I formally apologize for using the words "white" and "substance" in the same sentence- I just had to okay😔)

Jisung simply shot him a glare, unable to answer verbally, since the air was knocked out of him from the fall.

"You know what you look like right now? That grandma from coc-aah!" Jeongin was quickly shut up by jisung, who'd sprayed the boy using the fire extinguisher. He ignored the youngest' pleas of forgiveness, and continued to stare at him with a stone cold expression.

Jeongin, who've squirming around and practically begging jisung to stop, tripped over his own to feet, and landed face first onto the floor.

Minho watched everything unfold before his very eyes, unable to formulate words. He simply stared. 👁👄👁

Eventually though, jisung remembered about the fire, and proceeded to put that out instead of spraying the poor boy.

"A- are you okay?" Minho leaned down next to jeongin, who laid limp in the floor.

"He's fineee" jisung answered, looking at the duo.

"I feel like dying." Jeongin answered slightly muffled, since he was laying face first on the floor.

"See? Perfectly fine" jisung said nonchalantly, leaving to put the fire extinguisher back in its place.

"Little bitch" jeongin whispered, getting up from the floor. He winced in pain, his leg had been hurt pretty bad due to the fall.

With the help of Minho, he stood up, leaning on the boys shoulder for support. He leaned his head in the boys shoulder, wrapping his arms around him.

Minho smiled, side hugging the younger. "You okay, innie?" Minho asked, running his free hand through the brunettes hair.

"I hope he chokes on a dick." jeongin whispered into Minho's shoulder, now fully hugging the older. Minho chuckled, hugging his back.

"To be fair, he's probably like that." Minho giggled, shrugging.

"Don't we all wanna choke on a di-"

"Jeongin! That's... not untrue-"

"Don't be ashamed, we're just homornal" jeongin proudly stated, placing his hands on his hips.

"...I'm scared for you, jeongin"

"Same."

"Okay, enough talking. Let me see if you got hurt."

"Why we're so many people looking at me weird? like have you never seen a gay man covered in flour, holding a fire extinguisher, strutting down the hallway? The audaci-" jisung, who'd just entered the kitchen, stopped talking immediately after he'd witnessed the scene Infront of him.

Minhos one arm wrapped around jeongin, his other hand cupping the boys face. Jeongins arms were wrapped loosely around the other waist, they're faces dangerously close.

"You look fine." Minho said.

Jisung on the other hand, was not fine. Jisung though Minho was flirting with jeongin, since he'd just called the boy fine. Obviously Minho hadn't meant that in the way jisung thought he did.