Precious [Part 1, Section 2]
Title: Precious
Author: exogenitals
Pairing: Jongho, Onkey
Summary: At the start of each new year of high school, a new senior class is born. This year the senior class incorporated the all famous Kim Jonghyun and his right hand man, Lee Jinki. The two had been waiting for the end of their high school career since they had entered it. It was now their last chance to mess with the lives of their innocent classmates all while blowing off their studies, just like every other school year they’d sat through. This year was different, however. Jonghyun's newest prank invovled a certain Choi Minho, his heart, and a fake relationship that would go all haywire.
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: Bad teenage drama and very badly written smut in part 2.
Feedback: Please.
Dislaimer: I own Dom's ass and Minho is my slave.
Author's Notes: Um, this is for the MUSE Bingo, again. I started this before the bingo cards were out, but yeah. NOTE: part 1 is broken into two pieces since it's so long....
Jonghyun sat down next to Jinki, staring blankly at the textbook laid in front of him. He wasn't reading it, he wasn’t even really looking at it. He was just there, numb. It seemed as if the world had just turned upside down.
“You okay?” Jinki asked, shoving Jonghyun’s shoulder lightly. Jonghyun didn’t move, however. He just sat there idly staring into space. “Jonghyun what’s wrong?”
“He broke up with me,” Jonghyun barely managed to whisper, before lying his head down on the textbook taking a jagged breath in. “He broke up....with me?”
“Oh my god. No. This wasn’t part of the plan. God damn-”
“Shut the hell up. Shut up about the stupid plan, okay? He broke up with me. Minho is more important than some plan!” Jonghyun shrieked, face now buried in the textbook.
“Is he okay?” a voice asked Jinki, but slowly understood the answer was ‘no’ as Jonghyun wailed over his loss.
Jinki sighed, running his hands over his face, slamming his notebook shut. It was going to be a long day.
~*~*~
Kibum was fuming, sitting on a bench in the center of campus, attracting a lot of unwanted attention. He could blame himself, of course, for sitting where he is seated, but he couldn’t help the fact that Minho was being a complete idiot. Even though Kibum was happy for him, something about Jonghyun asking him out wasn’t right. This wasn’t some fairy tale where Minho lusts over his dream boy for years and years and one day they bump into each other and Jonghyun is smitten. Life just doesn’t work like that.
“Are you okay? Jeez, everyone is having a really bad day or something,” a voice called from behind Kibum. He turned around to see the voice owner was none only than his freshman friend, Taemin.
“No, Taemin. There’s a lot of unnecessary drama since Minho started dating Jonghyun,” Kibum sighed, rubbing his hands together nervously. “I think Jonghyun is using him for some reason other than the fact he likes him. I can sense it.”
Taemin’s eyes widened, before he leaned in, making sure no one could hear him say, “Don’t tell anyone, but Jonghyun actually likes Minho. He was just crying in the study hall to Jinki about how Minho is more important than some plan.”
“What do you mean some plan? Why was he crying?” Kibum whispered back.
“Minho broke up with him and all Jinki could say was how worried he was about the plan because the plan is ruined now.”
“Oh my god, Taemin, you know what this means?!” Kibum gasped out loud.
“What?!”
“Minho beat the pranksters,” Kibum smirked, feeling a little better over the whole situation.
“Oh that kid,” Taemin sighed, leaning back to rest he head on the back of the bench.
“Yah, he’s older than you! Now we just have to keep him from getting too depressed over Jonghyun, even if Jonghyun’s feelings were somehow sincere. Minho deserves better.”
“Agreed.”
~*~*~
Jinki corrected his previous statement saying “it was going to be a long day” to “it had been one hell of a week”. If he hadn’t known better, he would’ve thought Jonghyun was actually in love with Minho. The boy was oddly quiet and was very antisocial ever since the incident. It was starting to eat away at Jinki. All he wanted was his friend to be back to normal. He had just the cure Jonghyun needed.
“Jonghyun,” Jinki called across the halls, spotting the shorter boy in a break in the crowd.
Jonghyun nodded, walking less excitedly than Jinki was to meet the other. He looked around, before leaning against the lockers, waiting for his friend to speak.
“Still not feeling so good?” Jinki asked, placing a hand on Jonghyun’s should.
Jonghyun frowned, shaking his head. He went to walk away, but Jinki pushed him lightly back into the lockers.
“Why don’t you come out with me tonight, and we will get you feeling better, huh?” Jinki smirked. “Don’t say no because I already said you are coming. I’ll pick you up at eight tonight.”
Before Jonghyun could object, Jinki was lost in the crowd. Jonghyun began shuffling his way to his next class before he remembered it was english - his class with Minho. He stood outside the door to his classroom, the late bell ringing in the distance, before he turned away and refused to enter that class for the fifth time that week.
~*~*~
Minho was seated at his desk in his bedroom, notebooks and papers alike thrown everywhere. He was studying, as usual, making a mess of his normally neat room. Every document he touched made his head pound and his concentration was slipping. Sighing, he threw the current notebook he was staring at across the room. Studies for the AP exams soon were just not going to happen.
This week had been awful. He could blame himself for being over dramatic with Jonghyun, but there were so many other factors that made this week a complete utter disaster. He had exam after exam without a break not to mention he had a research project due Monday he hadn’t even started.
He laid his head down on his desk, closing his eyes for a minute. Before he could slip into a soft sleep, his phone began ringing. He looked at the call I.D. and nearly threw the phone where his notebook had just flown.
“Why is Jonghyun calling me?” Minho groaned into his desk.
Going against his better judgement, he answered the call.
“Hello,” Minho said.
“Minho, you answered?” Jonghyun asked, voice slurred.
“Jonghyun, where are you? I can barely hear you.”
“Please get me. I made a big mistake,” he cried into the phone, words still stumbling over each other.
“Tell me where you are. Calm down.”
“Sixth street.”
“I’ll be there. Wait for me?”
Minho grabbed his coat and car keys, running downstairs. He waved to his mom telling her he’d be back later and not to wait up for him. He got inside his car and sped off to downtown sixth street. Damn Jonghyun had to get himself into some sort of trouble and call Minho, his current ex, to save the day. All Minho really could think of was how much he would rather be trying to study or sleep right now.
~*~*~
Jonghyun sat there, waiting for Minho like he was told. He was sure the last four shots he took were unnecessary, but he still felt the overwhelming guilt of this whole situation even after all that alcohol. He couldn’t catch a break could he? All he wanted to do was start over senior year and do things the right way, but it was nearly over. He had ruined his last year of high school playing with the heart of a boy he actually came to like.
A group of girls came up to Jonghyun who was seated on the curb and began to flirt with him, placing their hands all over him. He called for them to stop, but they didn’t. They kept violating his space, making him feel like the trash he was. He tried to push them off, but it was no use. He had given up trying to get them off him when a deep voice demanded they leave. Jonghyun looked up and saw Minho emerge into his line of view as the girls ran off.
“You...came?” Jonghyun asked.
“Of course I did. Let’s go home,” Minho grumbled offering his hand, a taste of disgust on his voice.
Jonghyun took it, leaning heavily on Minho as they began to walk to the car. Minho made sure he was secure in the passenger seat before closing the car door and running to the driver’s seat. He began to drive back towards their neighborhoods, keeping an eye on Jonghyun the whole time.
“Can I ask you a favor?” Jonghyun murmured as they got off the freeway and began to drive towards Jonghyun’s house.
“What is it?” Minho replied, looking over to make sure the other boy wasn’t going to be sick. He reeked of alcohol so it was only a matter of time before he got sick.
“Can I stay at your house? I can’t let my mom see me like this. She won’t let me ever come back home again if I show up like this now.”
Minho debated silently with himself, cursing not so quietly as he kept driving. When Jonghyun’s street came up, he debated on turning, but his gut told him not to. Sighing, he continued to drive a few streets over and arrived at his house.
Helping Jonghyun in, they entered the quiet house, making sure not to wake up anyone who was asleep. Minho lead Jonghyun into his bedroom and closed the door. Jonghyun sat on Minho’s bed, face hidden in his hands, body shaking. Minho sat next to him wrapping his arms around him in an embrace. Jonghyun’s red eyes looked up at him tears falling from them.
“What...what did I do to deserve to meet you?” Jonghyun sobbed. “I’ve been so bad.”
“Shh, just don’t worry about it. Let’s get some sleep,” Minho cooed, trying to calm down the smaller boy.
“I need to tell you something,” Jonghyun whined, staring up at Minho.
“It can wait for tomorrow, can’t it?”
Before Jonghyun could object, Minho slowly pulled his shirt off, gently tugging at the hems of Jonghyun’s before the blonde complied and allowed Minho to slip his shirt off. Minho pulled both of them down on the bed, his long arms embracing Jonghyun close to him. The skin to skin contact was a nice change from the previous tense feelings. Minho pretended to try to sleep closing his eyes, but his mind was still racing a hundred miles per hour. He knew that whatever Jonghyun had to say wouldn’t be good, but one last night of pretending to be something was all Minho wanted. He nuzzled closer to Jonghyun, resting his face in the crook of Jonghyun’s neck, breathing in his deep scent as he drifted off into a troubled sleep.
~*~*~
Finally it was Saturday and Kibum couldn’t be any more relieved the school week was over. He had been on edge all week watching Minho nearly lose his wits every day after being slammed with tests and projects. With a box of donuts in one hand and a drink carrier with coffees in the other, Kibum rang the Choi doorbell, hoping Minho was ready for some well deserved treats.
“Oh, Kibum! Come in,” Mrs. Choi chirped, seeing Minho’s long time friend when she opened the door. “He’s upstairs asleep still. He went out late last night.”
“Okay,” Kibum replied skeptically, entering the house, and walking to Minho’s room. He was skeptical since Minho specifically said he could not come over to Kibum’s under any circumstances because he needed to study for the AP exams.
He opened the door slowly, ready to surprise his friend, when he noticed a blonde mass of hair in the bed. He swung the door all the way open and saw Jonghyun’s face in Minho’s bed. Kibum’s jaw fell slack as he dropped the box of donuts on the floor by his feet. Jonghyun was nestled in Minho’s bed, wrapped in Minho’s arms - naked. The bare skin to skin contact was all Kibum could see.
“Minho what the hell are you doing with that piece of trash?!” Kibum shrieked, running towards the side of the bed.
Minho opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times before he saw what was going on. Kibum was hovering over him, who had Jonghyun in his arms. He quickly pulled his arms away from the shorter boy and sat up on his elbows.
“Hi-hi-ya Kibummie,” Minho stammered, trying to stay cool.
“Choi Minho you are naked in bed with Jonghyun. Tell me right this instance nothing happened.”
Minho opened his mouth to speak, but before he did he looked down and noticed that you could only see his bare chest, but his pants were well hidden under the covers. Minho looked over and Jonghyun and saw only the bare skin of his back staring back at him. Kibum was looking around at all the clothes on the floor and noticed two pairs of underwear thrown around the same general area along with two pairs of pants and a couple of shirts. There was no hope in telling him nothing happened.
“You did, you lying son of a bitch. I thought you guys were done for?!” Kibum scolded, storming from the room.
Minho got up, trying to untangle himself from the mess of blankets all while trying not to wake Jonghyun up. In the process, he fell on the floor, quickly scrambling to get up and run after his best friend. Kibum turned around to see Minho scrambling out of his room.
“At least you put some pants on,” Kibum scoffed.
“Look, it’s not what you thin-”
“Shut up, okay?” Kibum interrupted. “Enjoy your donuts. I’m leaving.”
Kibum walked out of the Choi house, leaving Minho and Jonghyun to their business. Before he realized what he was doing, he wound up finding himself at Taemin’s house, ranting to him about how they ‘shouldn’t be back together’ and how they ‘aren’t suited for each other.’ Being Minho’s best friend, Kibum knew him the best and he just knew this was not how things were supposed to be. Jonghyun was all wrong, and Kibum couldn’t watch this any longer.
~*~*~
“Let me get this straight. Jonghyun and Minho had sex after Minho broke up with Jonghyun?”
“That’s right, Jinki. Kibum just saw them in bed naked together after he went to Minho’s house,” Taemin explained over the phone to his senior friend.
“But why....Jonghyun was in the city with me last night. I knew he left, but I didn’t know he left with Choi.”
“I don’t know...all I know is things are getting pretty heated.”
Jinki sighed loudly into the phone. “I never knew it would get this far.”
“That plan you were yelling about?” Taemin asked, trying to pry information out of Jinki.
“Yeah, like Minho was just another prank. Jonghyun has only two weeks before he was supposed to tell him that it was all a joke, but now I’m not sure what’s going on,” Jinki ranted before he could stop himself. “Actually, don’t tell anyone I said that okay?”
“I won’t. Let me know if you need anything. Crazy crap is happening, so you need one stable friend by your side.”
“Thanks, Taemin.” After hanging up, Jinki opened his messages and quickly tapped his onscreen keyboards in a flurry of emotion.
From: Jinki
Get over to my house after you are done sword fighting, dick.
~*~*~
Jonghyun woke up staring at a ceiling that was not his own. He sat straight up, clutching the sheets of the unfamiliar bed to his chest, instantly regretting how fast he sat up. He grabbed his head groaning to himself. Hang over. He looked around at the room he was in and saw it was quite messy - clothes thrown here, bookes thrown there. There were posters covering the walls of various musicians and a periodic table. Where was he...?
He question was answered when Minho came out of a door attached to the far side of the room rubbing his hair with a towel, another tied low on his waist. He didn’t notice Jonghyun as he searched through his closet for some clothes to wear that day. He found himself an outfit, dropping his towel, to be greeted by a gasp from Jonghyun seated on the bed.
Minho turned around wide eyed, noticing Jonghyun was awake. Minho’s face was nearly the color of a stop sign by the time he managed to stumble into his boxers and jeans. He tried not to make things awkward by walking over to the edge of the bed to put his socks on, but Jonghyun immediately averted his eyes.
“Sorry,” Minho mumbled, fumbling with his socks.
“Are you going to put a shirt on?” Jonghyun gasped, peeking at Minho for a second before looking away again.
“It’s my room. If you don’t like it you can leave. Which, now that I think about it, you should leave anyways before Kibum thinks we are married, too.”
“What are you talking about?” Jonghyun asked, confused.
“He saw us in bed together.”
“So?”
“Our shirts were off.”
“And?”
“He didn’t see we had pants on.”
“Oh.” Jonghyun scooted a little closer to Minho, wincing as his head throbbed with every movement. “Well what are we going to do now?”
“We are doing nothing together as far as I’m concerned. We are still not together in my book,” Minho declared.
“But Minnie,” Jonghyun whined, putting his arm around Minho’s shoulders.
“I don’t want to do this without answers Jonghyun,” Minho hissed, shrugging the blonde off him.
“What....what can I do to get you back?” Jonghyun pleaded, scooting closer once more to the fuming boy. Please, just don’t hate me. Anything but hating me, Jonghyun thought as he waited for Minho to speak.
Minho was about to say something when Jonghyun’s phone starting singing the ringtone they both knew was Jinki calling. Jonghyun answered the phone without thinking, but two seconds into the call, he wish he hadn’t.
“Kim fucking Jonghyun,” Jinki screamed into the phone.
“Well good morning to you too, angel. Sleep well?” Jonghyun chuckled.
“I know you didn’t,” Jinki sneered. Jonghyun held his throbbing temples as his headache became worse due to Jinki screaming into the phone.
“No I slept well besides this lousy hangover.”
“Then it must’ve been so rough you fell asleep like a baby.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Jonghyun asked, becoming irritated at how elusive Jinki was being.
“You know what I mean. You and Minho having sex after you clearly told me you were in this for just the bet.”
Jonghyun sat there for a moment, trying think of an intelligent response, but before his mind could function, Jinki ordered him to stop what he was doing and come over. Reluctantly, Jonghyun agreed. After hanging up, he looked over at Minho who had still not put a shirt on and nudged him a bit.
“I gotta go to Jinki’s right now. Kibum blabbered to him or he blabbed to someone who told Jinki because I’m in deep shit right now. I need to go clear things up, but don’t think I’m giving up on you Choi,” Jonghyun said.
“Gotta go clarify you did nothing with me so you can keep your high status untainted? Too good to sleep with me?” Minho questioned, twisting Jonghyun’s words.
“No I - Minho god that’s not what I meant. Minho I- of course I would sleep with you - I mean I wouldn’t sleep with you - I mean I would if you would allow me to. Wait. I mean what?!” Jonghyun sputtered, trying not to back himself into a corner.
“If you would sleep with me then why haven’t you?” Minho laughed, scooting closer to Jonghyun so their bodies were touching.
Jonghyun slowly got up, moving away from Minho’s bed nervously, tripping over his own shoes in the process. He hurriedly put his shirt back on and his shoes before exiting the room and the internal tension he was facing.
“Of course you wouldn’t,” Minho scoffed, laying back on his bed closing his eyes. “Why would you ever?”
~*~*~
Jinki and Jonghyun sat outside of Jinki’s house on the porch overlooking the pond in his backyard. Jonghyun was surprised his friend acted so coolly around his mother with how he was talking to Jonghyun earlier, but the peace was short lived. As soon as both boys were settled into the patio chairs, Jinki let it all out.
“I can’t believe you Jonghyun. What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Jinki began. “I thought we already had talked about this and you said you didn’t like Choi.”
“I don’t. This bet just got a little out of hand, but I can assure you we did not sleep together.”
“Are you sure? Because it sure as hell sounds like you did. I- Aish I don’t know what to believe anymore. Sometimes I think we are in over our heads with this prank. I think it would be too risky to stop now, though, since Taemin knows.”
Jonghyun’s eyes widened. “He knows?”
“Unfortunately. He swears he won’t tell Kibum, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of a few weeks before it slips out of his mouth. What we need to do is end the prank ourselves.”
“How? We are already broken up,” Jonghyun nearly sighed, forgetting to shade his disappointment at this moment.
“Get back with him,” Jinki declared.
“What?”
“You heard me. I don’t need you and him sleeping together, but I just need you guys to last one more week for prom, okay?”
Jonghyun gave Jinki a skeptical look. Good luck getting us back together, Jonghyun thought to himself. Minho hates me.
~*~*~
All week Minho had been avoiding Jonghyun. Their roles had completely switched. Instead of Jonghyun skipping their shared English class and hiding during lunch, Minho was nowhere to be found. Little to Jonghyun’s knowledge, however, Minho was busy taking AP exams most mornings. When he wasn’t, he was in the library, skipping classes to study for the next exam or eat after he missed lunch taking exams. Jonghyun, clueless as ever, decided to take matters into his own hands when he cornered Kibum in the hallways one day.
“Kibum. I need to talk to you,” Jonghyun said, trapping the boy against the lockers in the hallway.
“I don’t want to talk to you asshole,” Kibum spat, instantly trying to get away from Jonghyun.
“Kibum, please.”
Kibum chewed his lip, looking around for a way to avoid Jonghyun, but the hallway was empty. “Fine,” he sighed. “What can I do for you?”
“Can you just please tell me where Minho has been? I’ve been worried about him....especially since after the...” Jonghyun trailed off, eyes becoming a bit misty.
“The break up?! I don’t know what you are trying to say if you don’t use your big boy words,” Kibum sassed, before noticing how sad Jonghyun looked. He quickly added, “He’s been taking AP exams. I haven’t seen him either.”
With that, Kibum waltzed off, leaving Jonghyun somewhat relieved, yet still upset he couldn’t see Minho. Was the other boy even going to prom? Jonghyun wanted him to, but, deep down inside, for Minho’s sake around Jinki, he hoped to hell he wouldn’t go. It was going to be a long week.
~*~*~
Prom. The one event many high schoolers looked forward to their whole time during school. A right held for only upperclassmen and their selected dates. A day to signify the end of the year and the beginning of summer. It was the time for lovers to ask out their chosen crushes and (hopefully) get to go on a magical date forgetting about school for just one Saturday.
It was after AP exams and far enough away from finals that students could take a deep breath and relax. Minho, however, found nothing relaxing about Kibum bursting into his house with tuxedos and makeup in hand. It was supposed to be a quiet night in, with no one but his cat and this cheesy Netflix series, but Minho shouldn’t have expected Kibum to let him skip out on such a “huge” event in their high school careers.
“Why do I have to do this?” Minho groaned, as Kibum contoured his face to define his cheekbones. “I don’t even have a date, nor do I need makeup.”
“Hold still. I’m almost done. Yah! Don’t smear what I’ve done. We have to go to show that you are better than Jonghyun and his minion Jinki,” Kibum fussed, turning Minho this way and that as he worked on him.
Minho grunted, but decided it was better to comply with his friend than try to fight him. Whatever Kibum wanted, he got. He definitely always wanted to go to prom, but Minho had never known he would actually drag him along for the crazy ride. It was nearly a half hour later when Kibum turned Minho around towards a mirror and showed him his new look. His cheeks looked as sharp as a razor and eyes were lined very dark. Minho looked at least twenty-five with all this stuff on his face. He scrunched his face a bit, but nodded, making Kibum grin softly before sitting down and beginning on his own face.
Minho sighed to himself, jumping on his bed, laying down, careful not to touch his face that was beginning to itch from all the makeup on it. Right when Minho was about to close his eyes and snooze while Kibum fussed, his phone chirped from somewhere in the mass of blankets and pillows on his bed, making Minho squirm around until he found the device. Minho flicked open the lockscreen to see
From: love~
I hope to see you tonight ><
I know things between us have been rough, but I still feel for you~
- J
Minho blinked multiple times, trying to see if he was reading the text correctly. He looked over to see Kibum was still busied with his appearance in the mirror. Minho chewed his bottom lip, thumbs hovering over the keyboard, thinking of a way to reply.
To: love~
Jjong, I miss you so much. I’m so sorry I was so rude that one day. Is there anyway we could meet up tonight and talk things over, just me and you? I want to try and start things over....you were only good to me and it was wrong of me to accuse you like that v.v
Minho was about to hit send, but stopped, hearing his mother call from the doorway of his bedroom, wanting to snap a picture of the process of getting ready for senior prom. MInho groaned, reluctantly standing up for her and posing. Kibum, in the mean time, saw Minho’s phone about to send a forgiveness text to Jonghyun.
“Let me fix this,” he murmured, grabbing the device and quickly editing the text.
“Yah, what are you doing?” Minho asked after his mom left.
“Just googling a place that’s open after prom we can eat,” Kibum replied, flashing the search browser on Minho’s screen. Minho rolled his eyes, taking the moment to quickly pull his tux on, soon followed by Kibum. They both looked at themselves in the mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles and fixing their collars.
“It’s time,” Kibum said, staring at them both in the mirror. This was it. This was the last event of their last year of high school. This was basically the end.
~*~*~
They arrived an hour late, not that it really mattered. Prom never really started up until about an hour or so in anyways, because everyone acted awkward and would not touch the dancefloor until one brave soul broke the ice. That brave soul happened to be Jinki this year, shaking his body this way and that, while a less cheerful, drunken Jonghyun leaned up against the bar serving punch in the corner, watching his friend in disgust. He pulled his phone out of his pocket for the thousandth time that night, opening the device to view the text over again even though he knew it by heart.
From: Ho
I am going to prom, but I have someone better than you. Can you please leave me alone and move on already?? It’s over.
“Minho,” Jonghyun groaned, taking and overly large swig of his not-so-non-alcoholic punch. He was not out of it, but he was sure he was hallucinating when he saw a tall figure moving towards him through the crowd. The tall figure was hidden by the dim lighting, but as it approached, the features became illuminated and it was none other than Jonghyun’s prince. The crowd seemed to part as he neared the smaller boy hunched over the counter.
“Jong,” Minho whispered, finally within arms length of Jonghyun.
“Why are you doing this,” Jonghyun whined, softly pushing against Minho’s sternum to move him, but failed.
“Doing what? Did you get my text?”
“Of course I did, you ass,” Jonghyun spat, becoming angry.
“I thought you wanted to make up? Are you drunk?”
“I did, but you don’t so go away.”
“Are you drunk? I told you I was sorry,” Minho said, becoming worried as Jonghyun kept getting louder and louder.
“Look for yourself, Choi.” Jonghyun shoved the phone against Minho, watching as the taller boy read the text and his face turned from a confused look to pure shock.
“You have to believe me. I didn’t send this. Kibum must have when my mom was taking pictures. Jonghyun I love yo-”
“Look who it is,” a voice sneered through a microphone from behind Minho cutting him off. Minho turned around to see Jinki up by the DJ, microphone in hand staring down a gap in the crowd at Minho and Jonghyun. Everyone was staring at them and Minho had never felt so small in his life.
“What are you doing?!” Jonghyun yelled, storming through the crowd towards Jinki. “Don’t do this.”
“Why not?” Jinki laughed into the microphone. “This was the plan we agreed to.”
“We never agreed to me falling in love,” Jonghyun hissed.
“That’s what we are calling it now? Saving his feelings is ‘falling in love?’ Well let me tell you all a little story. You see my friend Jonghyun is an asshole as am I. You all know that, we know that, Choi knows that. Nothing new there, right? Well, you see, we wanted to end senior year with a bang, a big joke.”
“Looks like you failed,” some guy yelled from the back of the crowd, getting everyone to snicker.
“But that’s what you think,” Jinki smiled, waving off the comment. ”As I was saying, we wanted to go big senior year. You see our lovely friend Choi Minho over here. Yeah, I asked Jonghyun to ask him out as a joke and take him on these ridiculously corny dates and watch Minho fall deeper and deeper in love with Jonghyun.”
“Jinki,” Jonghyun growled, but was ignored.
“You see, your little perfect prince Jonghyun was using you, Choi Minho. It’s funny how easily you fell for him. Do you even think you are in his league, honestly? You are lucky to even be in the same room as him, let alone the same city. Face it, Choi, you two aren’t meant to be. This was all one big fat joke.”
The room erupted in murmurs that drown out into full out laughter. The whole senior class was laughing at Minho and all he could do was try to fight back the tears. Minho pushed through the crowd, trying to get to the bathroom, but found it difficult as people tried to stop him and ask him questions if he knew about the prank or if he was upset.
“Minho,” a familiar voice called out. “Minho, please!”
Minho finally reached the other side of the crowd, tears fully falling as he walked towards the lobby of the venue away from the crowds.
“Minho, please,” Jonghyun cried, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. “Listen to me for a minute.”
“Why should I?” Minho screamed. “I was humiliated in front of our entire graduating class because you thought it would be fun to pretend to like me and drag me along to just dump me like this. Which, by the way, we were never back together.”
“Because it was wrong that I was using you as a prank at first, but honestly Minho I didn’t know anything about you before, but now I know that you love sports and would rather spend your days reading a book than partying. You really enjoy eating pizza, but also love a great slice of cake. Minho I truly like you, a lot. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Were you ever going to tell me?” Minho choked.
“Huh?” Jonghyun grunted, sounding confused.
“Were you or were you not ever going to tell me the truth before things got out of hand?”
“I wanted too, but I didn’t know the right time...”
“The right time was when we started ‘dating,’” Minho hissed, putting air quotes around the word dating. “Goodbye Jonghyun. Have fun in college.”
Jonghyun watched Minho walk away. He didn’t try to stop him. He didn’t try to run after him. He just did nothing, but stand there in that same spot until Jinki tried to coax him back inside. Jonghyun would never forget that horrible moment in his life - his first heartbreak.
~*~*~
Jonghyun was now going to college. It was his dream college he had visited before he graduated high school. It was everything he could ever hope for. He was doing well in all of his classes and was enjoying pursuing his chemistry major. One could say all was well after all the childish drama that fills high school. That was the case until Jonghyun saw a certain tall brunette hand-in-hand with a bitchy blonde coming his way one day in the local coffee shop by the campus. He was just trying to study, but they appeared.It was probably the only thing that could turn Jonghyun’s perfect world upside down - Kibum and Minho dating while he had to sit and watch. What a day to get some coffee, Jonghyun thought to himself mentally slapping himself.
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