One Night in Paris [Han Jisung ff]

36 - Picture perfect

- Should I take her back? - Changbin was slumped on the armchair, angrily looking out of the window in front of him.

His arms were crossed on his buff chest, his muscles almost ripping the shirt open.

He huffed, ruffling his hair before looking back at us.

- She said she changed. -

Minji.

She had started texting Changbin again, apologizing for all the wrongs she had done in their relationship, almost begging to come back.

But to many of the guys it all sounded like a lie and a futile excuse, not heartfelt at all.

- Ask her to meet up to talk. So you can clarify things up. - Chan suggested, protectively looking at the other rapper.

For some kind of reason, I always ended up listening to these kinds of conversations, even if I was not supposed to. I mean, I didn't even live with them!

But lately I had found myself increasingly spending time at their dorm, almost neglecting mine, watching their dance practices and hanging out in the studio with them, and they didn't seem to mind.

Changbin nodded, his thoughts being suddenly interrupted by his phone ringing.

He picked his phone up, an annoyed look making its way on his face once he recognized the ID.

- It's her again. -

With a faint smile and a nod of his head, Chan encouraged the younger to answer, which he did hesitantly and with a sigh.

- Hi. - His tone was so stern it sent shivers down my spine.

Changbin really knew how to get scary.

- No, I don't accept your apology yet. -

He was silent for a while, expressionless and annoyed as Minji spoke.

- Meet me up tomorrow at 5pm outside of the studio. - He stood up, speaking one last time before hanging up. - Don't make me wait. - He growled, making my heart shrink in fear.

- Changbin, you're scary. - I feebly noted, looking at his figure disappear in the kitchen.

He chuckled, ruffling his hair again.

- I know, and I love it. -

Two days had passed, and Changbin hadn't showed up back at the dorm after meeting up with Minji.

That only meant one thing, and Jisung was not having one bit of it.

It was early in the evening, almost dinner time, and the four of us (Chan, Hyunjin, Jisung and I) were hanging out in the living room, tension thickening the air.

- He is an idiot! They were supposed to talk, not fuck! - Jisung kept on repeating, mad as hell, while Chan stared blankly at the wall, annoyed as well, but letting it show way less.

Hyunjin was huffing nervously, probably worried about saying what he thought about the situation. Maybe, according to him, a little fuck was what they needed.

In the meantime, I was thinking about one thing only: Minji was the reason why I was back with Jisung. Had my mother not called her, and had her not told Jisung, we wouldn't be together.

Jisung was about to start ranting again, when the door suddenly swung open.

It was Changbin, followed by a dark-haired girl, with dark make-up and black clothes. She was wearing combat boots with black cargo pants and a back top, covered by a long trench coat.