Do I wanna know?
If this feelin' flows both ways?
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Minho's POV
"So what are you doing after this?" Her voice was sweet, it always was. Not just with me but with everyone.

I never understood what people meant when they said I was too nice until I met Krystal, then I took a step back and said "Oh, that's what they mean" in a good way, partially.

My kindness has never been forced, it came too naturally—sometimes without my liking. It got in the way—my people-pleasing habits annoyed me to the core.

In a certain case, it allowed someone else happiness while I stood idly by, miserable and jealous.

I shrug and push my abandoned half-drunken tea away from me, crossing my arms over my chest as I lean back into my chair "Not too sure yet" I lie to her, I had plans with Hyunjin and the others but I didn't tell her that. I felt no need to.

She hums lowly, looking down and reading her textbook. Her dark brown hair falls into her face slightly, making her tuck it behind her ear. It was almost the same shade as Jisung's but his hair seemed a lot more healthy. They however had similar eye colors, sometimes I got lost in them—mistaking her gaze for his and that's what I disliked about being around her. I felt bad sometimes, I blew her off until I couldn't when she asked if I could be her "study buddy" or whatever she calls it.

She's nice, I stare at her for a moment longer before I look away and towards the male who talks with Margaret, realizing maybe I don't like nice.

I watched Jisung roll his eyes and cross his arms as he listened to the lady, she smiled at his irritation and started to point at a pastry in the glass counter display.

Jisung was nice when he allowed you to see it. I'm lucky enough to have gotten to meet that side of him. But, he also snaps a lot, his words are sometimes harsh and direct. It confuses me, he confused the hell out of me.

"Wait, do you get this because when the professor explained it sounded like gibberish" I look to Krystal again and chuckle lowly at her words as she pushes the textbook to me to see.

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"No way you win four games in a row" Hyunjin sighs loudly and tosses his controller to Marcus and mine gets stolen by Ryan as they take on the next game together. "I told you to stop cheating"

I shrug lightly "Stop hating, you know I'm just good at everything," I say sarcastically and Hyunjin groans and slumps on the couch.

Sitting beside me he watches the others play the game for a moment, "How's Jisung?" I look at him and he slowly meets my gaze. The loud sound of the guns going off from the game distracts the other two from our sudden conversation.

I look away, seeming uninterested "He seems pretty good to me," I say, knowing damn well I had my tongue down his throat last night.

I've never liked coffee, if I needed caffeine I tried to get it from tea but sometimes that was no luck. Now I can't seem to get the taste out of my mind, the smell of it just reminds me of him and now the taste of it did too. The shape of his lip and the feeling of his hands in my hair. The heat spreads along my body as I think of him and all the things I want to do to him.

But reality struck and soon I couldn't enjoy the thoughts I had when I remembered that Hyunjin is my best friend and he too had Jisung once, I put my pride aside and looked to my best friend, "You miss him?" I ask, knowing I'll hate the answer.

He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs lowly, "He's hard to forget" He admits to me. We don't talk about Jisung much. When they were sleeping together I wasn't around as much, sometimes I popped up and partied with them and occasionally hung out. After and when the rumors started, I couldn't really be around Hyunjin... it was all blatantly a lie and he didn't do shit about it.

Honestly, I felt so much guilt for both parts. Jisung, because I knew he didn't deserve any of it. Hyunjin, because for starters he's best friend who already gone through a big breakup and had to go through somewhat of another.

Last year I went through lots of self-disgust. For two months I felt as if I hated my best friend, but I didn't. I was just jealous of how easily he could choose himself over others. Realizing how easy it was for people to
do so, I couldn't.

I forgave easily, even though forgetting was never as easy. I just—growing up I never wanted people to feel
as I did. Like nothing was enough. Like trying your best and it always goes unnoticed.

"There's something about him" I get pulled out of my thoughts, "Especially in bed—"

"Spare the details" I force a chuckle as Hyunjin laughs. Now I was growing irritated.

"I do owe it to you though" He slings his arm over my shoulder and I feel my jealousy creep in, "You're the reason we got closer" He smiles at me, his pupils big from his high. "I love you, man"

I force a smile "You too" I push him away "Now let me beat you in another game before I leave"

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I had one thing on my mind since leaving Hyunjin's and I go straight for it. Walking into the apartment and passing my door and towards Jisung, I knock.

"Come in" I heard his voice, making me listen and open the door. I walk in and close it, looking towards his bed where he sits. The lamp on his nightstand was the only source of light. Sitting there and looking up at me in question.

I walk to him without a word and grab the back of his neck as I lean down and kiss him. Claiming his lips as mine for the day.

Jisung pulls away with a small confused chuckle "What's going on?"

"I just really needed to kiss you all day," I tell him the truth. Minus the fact that hanging out with Hyunjin only made me need him more. For him to tell me he wants me as well.

Jisung smirks "Yeah?"

I nod "Yeah" I lean in again and Jisung pulls me down as he lays back and allows me between his legs. Deadly position this was and I was reveling in it. Him under me.

My hand slides up his knit sweater, cold hands on his warm body, making him let out a small sigh. I pull away and kiss his cheek and down to his ear.

"Even when you were with Krystal today?" He asks and I bites at his ear gently which results in him wrapping his legs around my waist and pulling me down even more. I groan at the contact "I asked a question"

I felt out of breath as I pulled away "Took everything in me not to kiss you over that counter today" I admitted to him.

He smiles, happy with my honest answer as he pulls me away, making me stand up. He grabs his phone again and starts to scroll "Good night Minho"

I furrow my brows, confused now "Huh?"

Jisung looks up from his phone "It's getting late, you should get some rest"

I smile at him "Are you inviting me in your bed Ji?"

He laughs and shakes his head "You wish" he stands up and grabs my hand, walking me to the door. He opens it and gives me a small push out of his room.

I couldn't help but smile at the male in front of me, "Good night, from your one and only lucky star" I leaned in and placed a small kiss on his forehead before walking away.

I was his lucky star, I'll never let him forget.

[Song rec - Do I Wanna Know?
by Arctic Monkeys]