One Night in Paris [Han Jisung ff]

33 - Night Changes

- Good morning... - I said feebly as I entered the kitchen, followed by Jisung.

Changbin was the only one there, and he greeted us back with a smirk.

- Hyung... uhm... - Jisung started speaking, the older looking at him with side eyes as he took out something from the fridge, the smirk still on his lips. - Can we not talk of last night? -

- Only if you buy me that sweatshirt I showed you and cook for me for the whole week. -

Jisung rolled his eyes, groaning, while I stood behind him, trying my best not to dig my own grave there and then.

- Fine. -

- Okay then... - Changbin handed Jisung a carton of milk.  - You can make me some pancakes. Thanks. - He said, patting my boyfriend's back before heading out of the kitchen with a proud smile.

- I swear I'm gonna kill him someday... - Jisung looked back at him annoyed, walking towards the stove and getting to work.

Ever since Jisung and Minho made up, I hadn't seen the older at the dorm. Before, he would usually come quite often for dinner or to have a game night, but for the past three weeks he had never set foot in the dorm whenever I was there. And I was there a lot.

- Where's Minho? - I asked to Felix as we took out the two microphones and placed them on the coffee table, while Hyunjin opened YouTube on the TV.

The Australian sighed, while the older merely looked at me with warning eyes.

- He has just been feeling a little bit off lately... -

- Oh... - I suddenly felt bad for him. I felt guilty because I was sure I was part of the reason why he couldn't be happy. He couldn't have Jisung.

Being raised as a people pleaser, it hurt me deeply.

- Can't we invite him over? Hanging out and doing karaoke night might help him... - I suggested, but Felix shook his head.

- I told him, but he's stubborn... - He said while sighing.

- Do you think Jisung asking him would make him change his mind? - Again, another head shake.

- Actually, it's y... - He started, but stopped mid-sentence. - I don't think I should tell you this, sorry. -

He tried to leave the room with a foolish excuse, but I held him by the arm before he could walk out.

- What is it? - I squinted my eyes, trying to read through him. - Why is everybody avoiding that question when I ask it? Why is Minho not coming? -

My gaze went back and forth from Felix to Hyunjin, both of them with wide eyes, trying to communicate.

Eventually, Felix gave in.

- I'm sorry. He said he doesn't want to see you. - He sighed, taking the mic's boxes. - He thinks you're mad at him because of Jisung. -

My expression became of confusion, my brows furrowing.

- Why would he...? - I stopped to think for a second.

After all, I couldn't blame him. I was now his ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend, and he had expressly told me he still loved him.  I would assume I was jealous too...

I knew he was probably scared to face me, or maybe scared that seeing me with Jisung again would have hurt him even more.

But asking him to come and spend some fun time together was worth a shot.