Lee Min Ho: Minsung

A few days later, Minho was at the cafeteria, surrounded by his usual group, when something at the back of the room caught his attention. Or rather, someone.

Han Jisung... laughing. But not with just anyone. He was with Hyunjin, one of the cutest boys in the art club. And they were too close. Too close.

Minho felt a pang in his stomach. Something was burning. Something he didn't understand and didn't want to admit.

"What's wrong, hyung? You stayed quiet."

Changbin looked at him, puzzled. But Minho didn't respond. He just clenched his jaw as he watched Jisung put his hand on Hyunjin's arm and laugh at something he said.

No. No. Not that. He didn't like it. Since when did it bother him that Jisung was with someone else? He didn't care. He shouldn't care.

But still, he jumped up, and went straight towards them.

"Having a lot of fun?"

Jisung looked up, somewhat confused. But Hyunjin smiled politely.

"Yes, Minho. Do you want to join?"

Minho ignored him. He just looked at Jisung. His gaze locked with his as if he was waiting for something. A sign. An explanation. Something to calm the fire in his chest.

"What are you doing with it?"

"Sorry?"

"That's it. What are you doing with him? You don't talk to anyone."

"And now you care?"

Jisung glared at him, defiant. But his cheeks were flushed. Minho didn't know if it was from anger or... something else. He only knew that he hated that heat in his body. That inexplicable rage. That desire for Jisung to only look at him.