Wrong number... Oops? ♡ Han Jisung

~11~

"No offense, but Minho could explain better in English. That man barely speaks, to begin with." I jokingly insult him. (I'm not insulting Minho, I'm just joshing.)

"Oh damn- SORRY- oh dang, I got to work on my English." He stumbles

"You... censored yourself?" I ask remembering all the times he accidentally swore on camera

"Well, you know I'm an idol now so I have to keep my image up so if I ever anger you, I won't have a scandal saying I'm 'mean'" he thinks deeply

"Oh, honey, you don't even censor yourself on camera." I put my arms on his shoulders and I get closer

"H-honey?" He stumbles over his words

"Mmhm," I confirm and kiss him. Why do I always have to start the kiss?

He kisses me back and puts his hands gently on the back of my waist. The kiss was slow a sweet with a tang of fireworks.

"Oh my god! Hyunjin, warn me next time!" Seungmin is heard behind us

"We should probably stop being right here..." I laugh pulling away

"Probably. Grab your coffee." He agreed as I hold the mug in both my hands, he immediately grabbed my arm and gently pulls me into his room once more. Oh god, the flashbacks. "This is better, they all refuse to go into my room either way." He laughs

"Shall we continue?" I ask putting my coffee down on the end table by his bed

"Yes, we shall." He kisses me once again

"Heyyyyyy, Jisung?" Felix opens the door without knocking

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yell out of frustration

"Did I do something wrong?" Felix pouts

"Oh! Nononono, everyone's just being their annoying little shits. As usual." I tell him it's not his fault

"Well, Minho can't wake up... so, Jisung we need your help." He reasons

"I just want to spend time with Na!" Jisung gives up

"We will later, we had all morning anyways." I kiss him on the cheek as the fluffy-haired boy leaves me alone in his room

I immediately look for my phone, I haven't been on it in like 12 hours. I bet Jini has been freaking out because I said I was going for dinner. I only expected to be here for like 2-3 hours and then come back. It's been more than that.

I find my shiny black IPhoe laying in the middle of the bed. It's dead.

"Fuck." I almost yell out of annoyance

"Woah! What's this language in here?" Chan appears out of nowhere. again.

"My phone is dead. And since everyone has a Samsung now, I'm guessing no one has a charger for me." I spill

"We do, it's just somewhere around here..." He looks around Jisung's floor and room "Ah, here it is." He holds up a short Apple charger.

"Really?" I look at him waiting for him to laugh and pull a 6-foot charger out of his ass, I mean he's got a cake. Who knows what he might be hiding in there? It's like women stuffing their bras with random shit(laugh. I'm funny)

"Yeah... we gave all our chargers except 3 to the staff and other idols... Sorry about that, mate." Chan randomly speaks English, it takes me a second to switch my brain from Korean to English.

"Nah, it's all good, man. Honestly, a charger is a charger when you have an overprotective friend that suspects every man a threat to me." I laugh

"The boys would never find someone like you, trust me. You act like one of us, to be honest." He puts his arm around me