Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Forty-Three

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JISUNG KNEW WHAT WAS COMING THE MOMENT HE STEPPED FOOT INTO HIS HOUSE. "WHEN WILL I meet this new friend of yours?" his mother questioned, walking out of the living room and into the main hall. "He's... really busy, Mom," he replied halfheartedly, because he was really bad at lying.

She raised an eyebrow, and frowned disapprovingly. "But not busy enough to spend time with you? I hope you aren't making excuses, Han Jisung." He vigorously shook his head, and she nodded with a contented hum. "Good. I want to meet him. Make sure you aren't wasting your time on some hooligan," she scoffed before promptly walking away.

He clenched his jaw but held his tongue, hurrying up the stairs to his room. He flopped down on his bed, and pulled out his phone. He smiled when his phone screen lit up.

1 NEW MESSAGE FROM "MinMin 💖💕💗💞"

[Did you get home safely?]

He giggled and proceeded to type in his answer.

[Yea :p]

[Good.]

He noticed that Minho texted a lot like he was writing an essay, and for some reason – even though he hated essays with the fiery passion of Hell – he found it adorable; it was so Minho.

[WhY sO sErIoUs

XD]

[I'm not serious. How is this serious?]

Jisung chuckled, shaking his head as his point had been exactly proven. He decided to mess with Minho a little more, because it was fun, he had to admit.

[You are speaking as though you have just escaped

a time capsule where teenage slang does not exist.

But it's cute uwu]

[What's uwu?]

[Omg are you joKING

According to my most trusted source – the Urban

Dictionary, *cough cough*

"A reaction to cuteness-overload"]

[But I'm not cute.]

[Are tOO]

[Am not!]

[Are too!!!]

[I'm not!]

[You SO are baby, just admit iT]

Jisung choked on air when he realized what he'd just texted, scrambling to search for the unsend button, but to no avail; Minho had already read the message. His face exploded in every possible shade of red, and he closed his phone, rolling around on his bed in despair as he screamed into his pillow.

His phone vibrated, and he dove to grab it, quickly opening it up, eyes scanning the message he'd just received.

[Oh

Ok]

Jisung sighed, cringing. He bit his lip, sighing. Too soon. Little did he know Minho was covering his face with his hands, face beet red. The pet name made his heart go crazy, and he picked up his phone again, typing in one last reply to his thread of small messages.