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There was a loud rustle of leaves, followed by a yelp, as Jisung pushed Chan into a bush.
“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to…” He trailed off, not sure what else he could do other than pushing him into more bushes. “Do something. I’m going to do something, if you don’t shut your mouth, hyung.”
They had decided to go on a walk to talk about things after a meeting with their manager in the building that Chan owned. Despite owning the studio, Chan and the rest of 3RACHA still had a managing team. Jisung thought it was stupid, and never failed to voice his thoughts about it. However, he sat down and cooperated as they talked to the manager about everything going on.
Chan glared at Jisung after he got out of the bush, hair all messed up and clothes covered in thorns and mini leaves. “That hurt,” He huffed, brushing himself off and rubbing his scratched up arms. “All I was saying was… what happened to “I’m only 21, I can’t get married!””
Jisung grumbled to himself, shooting a glare at Chan from the corner of his eyes. “It’s not like this is real,” He crossed his arms, a feeling of bitterness making its way into his heart.
“It could be,” Chan teased, winking at Jisung before he got pushed into another bush.
Cackles filled the street, both from Jisung and Chan. Chan was laughing because he knew Jisung had a small crush on Minho. Shocker. Jisung was laughing because Chan looked like in idiot in the bush. “All jokes aside-” He cut himself off, leaping out of the bush with wide eyes. “Something bit me,” Jisung nearly fell onto the concrete with laughter. Chan huffed, “anyway. I know you like him but go easy on him, yeah? I know you know what happened in the past. You’re gonna have to tell him before you get into something serious, if he opens up.”
Jisung walked in silence for a couple seconds, looking at the ground. He nodded slowly, glancing up at Chan. “I know,” He whispered, “I want to make it up to him.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Chan poked him in the side. “You know it wasn’t.”
Jisung threw his arms out and faced Chan. “I could’ve done something,” He whined, immediately feeling embarrassed for sounding and looking like a child. Chan put his hands on Jisung’s shoulders and shook him a bit, forcing eye contact.
“Jisung, you did all you could. You got out of that friend group as soon as you could. You can’t take any of the blame. He’s okay, now.”
Jisung pouted, nodding slowly after he let out a sigh. “Fine, but I’m still gonna show him all of the love I can-”
He cut himself off quickly once he saw Minho walking up to them. Where had he come from?
Minho let out a small giggle, looking back and forth between Chan and Jisung. “Am I interrupting something? You look like father and son,” Minho let himself laugh again, “and what’s this I hear about showing someone all the love? That’s supposed to be saved for me!”
Jisung sputtered, whipping around so he was facing Minho. “What?”
Minho raised his eyebrows and gave Jisung a look. “Have you forgotten that I proposed to you?” He wiggled his eyebrows, winking.
Jisung could hear Chan snickering under his breath as his face heated up, and he nodded rapidly, nudging Chan with his elbow. Jisung was glad Minho could make a joke of the situation now, but he didn't like to be teased. “Of course not!” Jisung huffed, trying to calm down. “What happened to awkward and panicky Minho? I want him back!” Jisung joked, grinning at Minho.
Minho rolled his eyes, coming up and shoving his way in between Chan and Jisung and throwing an arm around the both of them. “Well, if we’re going to be engaged, I might as well prepare to woo the media with our romance.”
Jisung and Chan made eye contact as Minho stared forward, moving them along. “So,” Minho beamed, “I’m hungry. Where to?”
“Ha! Are you paying, then?” Chan snarked, ruffling Minho’s hair as they all walked in a random direction.
Minho eyed Chan with a sassy look, “how about we all pay for ourselves?”
Chan pretended to think for a moment and made eye contact with Jisung yet again. Minho looked at both of them. “Hmm, I don’t know, Minho. Jisung and I might have to think about it,” He teased.
Jisung nodded, pulling a poker face. “Definitely. I don’t know…” He trailed off, trying to fight back a smile. Minho rolled his eyes and pushed the both of them away, walking ahead of them.
Minho spun around and rose his arms in a shrugging motion. “Alright, suit yourselves. I was gonna go fill up on some samgyeopsal and ramen, but if you don’t wanna come with… guess I’ll just have to go alone,” He spun back around and started walking ahead. Chan and Jisung made eye contact for the nth time that day before simultaneously running forward and throwing an arm around Minho, shouting nonsense.
Looks like it was going to be a good day. None of them would have it any other way. They could save the drama and planning for another day.