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Minho wasn’t a purposefully chaotic person, believe it or not. Sure, maybe he gets a bit too aggressive without realizing it, but his aggression never lead to chaos, surprisingly. He doesn’t give off the naturally excitable chaotic energy that Jisung does, or the sly, sneaky, pent up chaotic energy that Jeongin does, but rather gives off a cool, collected and mature asshole sort of energy.
The reason why he gives off that sort of energy might have something to do with the fact that Jisung and Jeongin are younger than him, and he feels a need to be the adult around them (Jeongin laughed when he first told him that, not realizing that Minho was being serious until he failed to hear Minho join in), or because he just has a resting bitch face that makes everyone think he’s an asshole (not that people didn’t think that anyway , since he had tendencies to be too strong during playful violence and be too sharp with his words when teasing, according to Jisung).
So, that being said, it comes as a surprise to everyone, including Jisung and Jeongin, when Minho does something that radiates full chaotic energy that no one really knows that he possesses.
Such as, for example, almost accidentally setting the library on fire.
“Dude, what the fuck .” He turns to see the cute library worker that he had noticed when he walked in staring at the fire with something akin to a mixture of shock, fear, and pure awe .
Minho turns back when he hears Jeongin’s shriek, and yells, “It wasn’t me, I swear!” at the guy as he grabs his jacket to hit the flames with.
Which, in Minho’s defence, wasn’t completely a lie. True, it was his book on fire, and true, he was the one who put the match sticks on the table while trying to find a pen in his bag ( Why do you even have matchsticks in your bag? Hyunjin will ask him days later, to which Minho replies with, “You never know when you have to frame someone for arson,” with a cheeky wink that earns him a slap to the back of his head), but , Jeongin and Jisung were the ones playing around with them to see if they could light it using the table, sooooooooooooo-
But, yeah, it wasn’t , technically, Minho’s fault, despite him being the one to provide what could probably be used as legal evidence against him, and the fact that oh no is the book falling it looks like the book is falling shit-
Minho lunges at the book to push it back onto the table, burning his hand in the process (but also feeling extremely relieved as the book looked well on its way to falling into a bookshelf, which would’ve been worse because this was a library and the entire place is flammable ).
The library worker didn’t seem to care about the fact that he could’ve possibly almost died, or about Minho’s burned, bleeding hand, and he glares at Minho before giving an exaggerated sigh.
“Sorry, Hyunjinie!” Minho pauses in his frantic attempt to stop the fire (is that blood on his jacket?) and as he turns towards Jeongin he can see Jisung do the same. “I swear they usually don't cause this much trouble, ask Jinyoungie!”
“Mhm,” the worker - Hyunjin - says as he takes another onceover of Minho and Jisung, “give me a sec to go grab the fire extinguisher before your friend’s jacket, along with other, more important things, catches on fire and then we’ll talk, Jeongin.” The guy turns and walks away and immediately Jisung’s onto their youngest.
“How on earth do you know that guy?” Jisung sounds like he’s trying to be angry, but with the way his eyes are wide as saucers and he sounds just the slightest bit head over heels with Hyunjin already, despite not knowing the guy, any ounce of anger shown in his demeanor was demolished.
Jeongin leans back and sends Jisung a sly grin. “Well, you would know if you actually came to pick up your own books. Hyunjinie started working here about a week ago, and I think this is the first time I’ve seen him without Jinyoungie.” Jeongin pauses for a second. “I also think this is the first time I’ve seen him look so pissed off, so sorry guys, but you might be screwed.”
Jisung looks heartbroken right as Hyunjin comes back, and immediately points the fire extinguisher at the book and puts out the fire. He whistles. “ Damn that book is burned up.” Hyunjin leans closer to inspect it, dropping a small pack of tissues onto Minho’s lap (Minho teases Hyunjin about going out of his way to grab some tissues for his bleeding later, to which Hyunjin scoffs and denies everything), picking up Minho’s pen from the table to prod at it. He tries to flip over the page only for it to start crumbling onto the pen.
Minho gives Jisung a look which signals for him to take the hand sanitizer out of Minho’s bag (because hey, if he has matches then he probably didn’t forget his hand sanitizer) as Hyunjin leans back and looks at the group, crossing his arms as he gives each of them an analyzing look. “So, who wants to be the one to go explain this to me while I put the extinguisher back?”
None of them get the time to respond as Jisung throws the sanitizer at Minho, who grunts out a thanks , and pulls Jeongin up. “Well, since you already know our little Inie here, then maybe he should explain to you what happened.”
“Fine by me.” Hyunjin shrugs and walks away with Jeongin in tow, who gives Jisung a withering glare before he follows Hyunjin (Jeongin laughs when Minho asks him about it later, saying that he’ll get revenge on Jisung one day, which is terrifying when coupled with his sharp gaze and mischievous personality).
It’s barely a second after they’re out of earshot when Jisung turns towards Minho. “Minho,” Jisung whispers desperately, “he’s really cute and I’m really gay.”
“Oh,” Minho responds without thinking, hissing a little when the sanitizer stings his hands, “mood.”
They both stare at each other before Jisung speaks up. “I’m actually polysexual.”
“Panromantic asexual here.”
“Nice.”
“Cool.” They’re both quiet for a second. “Jeongin never finds out about this.”
Jisung laughs and gives Minho a wide grin. “Oh, definitely not. If Inie finds out about how this is how we came out to each other then we’ll never be able to live it down.”
“Yup,” Minho nods his head in agreement. He turns his head to look at his book on the table, pages burned with the aforementioned matches almost on the other side of the table. “Hey, think you can make copies of your notes and give them to me? Because, uh,” He lifts up his notebook by the cover and watches pieces of charred paper fall down, “I don’t think mine are very legible anymore.”
Jisung takes a moment to stare at the book before he reaches over and gingerly takes it into his hands. “Of course I can make copies, since this was sort of my fault.”
“Sort of?” Minho raises an eyebrow at him.
“Listen, okay. It was a group effort. We all helped almost set the library on fire.” Jisung sounds too cheerful for the sentence that he says, and laughs at the deadpan look that Minho sends him. “What! You almost knocked the book into the shelf! There’s no way you can claim innocence to that!”
“There’d be nothing to knock into the shelf if you guys didn’t play with the matches, though!” Minho scolded.
“Yeah,” Jisung and Minho both flinch and turn to face Hyunjin, who’s looking at them with a bemused yet annoyed expression, “and there’d be nothing to start the fire if you didn’t have matches in your bag in the first place.” He rolls his eyes. “Seriously, why would you bring matches to the library ? They’re not even allowed in here.”
Minho pouts. “I didn’t think I’d take them out.”
“I-” Hyunjin shakes his head. He turns towards Jeongin. “Please make sure Minho doesn’t accidently sent anything else on fire.” He says before he walks away.
Jisung and Minho look at each other before they both look at Jeongin. “He knows my name?” Minho asks.
Jeongin takes a moment to look at both of them before shrugging. “Yeah, I told Hyunjinie your names.”
“Names?” Jisung asks meekly. Minho can relate™.
“Yeah?” Jeongin looks at him with furrowed brows. “Why?”
Jisung shakes his head. “Nothing, nothing.” He reaches into his bag and takes out his book. “Minho, since your book is broken, let’s study with mine.”
“It’s not broken , it’s burned.”
“Oh, so it’s like you half the time?” Jeongin smirks.
“You brat!”