After The Lecture ~ Minsung

40 Desk

'they didn't study history to repeat it - they studied it to win'

When they entered the university building, they were even more visible than usual.

"I told you we should slay our outfits, all eyes are on us."

"But was the skirt really necessary?"

"I'm showing them how powerful I can be, even in a skirt. I know I look pretty."

"You do." Jeongin smiled.

"Can I mourn that Changbin won't be able to see me?" Felix whined, remembering that his boyfriend had to transfer to different job, so their affair wouldn't be exposed like their friends'.

"It's no tragedy, from what I heard, you have private training sessions with him in his new studio."

"I prefer the stretching sessions in bed..."

"Oh my god, please, shut up. Some things should stay unspoken, kept in private. That was one of them." Seungmin cut in before his blonde friend spilt everything.

"Maybe not on the first day." Hyunjin corrected.

"You're just jealous your sex life is boring. I can bet even Jisung's more interesting kinks."

"What?" The boy raised his head, not believing that he was called. "Are you really giving me an example?"

"Why not?"

"I haven't ever told you anything about my sex life."

"I can see it straight that you're a kinky shit, so you didn't have to."

"Can we just please finish the topic?" Seungmin sighed.

"Right. As you wish. I'll try to be a better student from now on."

"Aren't we like the best?"

"Oh, we are. But we were gone for a while. We must show them who's holding cards." Jisung smiled.

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He wanted to jump like a little girl while going through the corridor of university half an hour from his home.

It was different from their building, it looked less expensive and prestigious, but he was went there with one purpose.

When he entered the classroom, there were still some students. Pretty girls, asking their professor some questions while showing off their chests.

"Hello." Jisung cleared his throat, which caused some girls to jump in surprise. "I can help you with the task if you have a problem with it. I was Dr Lee's best student last year."

"How come you're not the best now?" One of the girls looked at him defiantly.

"I can't be his student and boyfriend at once, so priorities, you know." He shut them, cursing in his mind that he already bragged about their relationship, but satisfied to see the girl's face.

"I think I understand it." He muttered and walked away.

"Was that really necessary?" Minho asked after they left.

"They were clearly going to hit on you, what did you expect?"

"It's not the best idea to walk around and tell everyone I date my student."

"I'm not your student right now."

"You used to. Besides, are you jealous?"

"What? You're thinking you're the only one able to be possesive? I can be too." He walked to close and lock the door.

"Not again. Don't you remember what happened last time we fucked in a classroom?"

"It was used against us? But somehow these girls didn't hear that."

"You did a good job covering it."

"So, your parents don't know either?"

"Yeah, they probably haven't heard about it. However, I want you to meet them."

"Is it a good thing or bad?"

"I've already met your dad, it was good. About my parents... They're not work obssesed monsters caring only about money and themselves, but you know, they have standards."

"Now you've made me stressed."

"Don't. You're better than standard in any way possible, so you have nothing to worry about."

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There was one thing that kept Jisung awake at night. Aside from the fact that his father was getting worse and worse, forgetting how to do basic things, he was scared. He felt like his crazy ex would want a revenge again.

From what Seungmin said, the boy was completely broken, but he was like that before, and his sadistic mind could think of any form of revenge, not a sophisticated one like he tried before.

He was a real threat.

He stood up, dressing in black clothes. It was the middle of the night, but he knew where he had to go.

Weeks passed since he visited his ex with his friends and beat him unconscious. But since then it has been in the back of his mind. It taunted him everytimw he closed his eyes. It felt like leaving a threat.

He walked to the building and opened the door with the key he had kept for a few years. He didn't use the elevator to not draw too much attention. He went up the stairs to the 6th floor.

"I really wanted to forget." Jisung whispered, lying next to the boy on his big bed.

The body next to him stiffened, eyes opening wide.

"It's hard to forget someone who caused so much pain. Not only to my heart but to my body too."

He took out the cold revolver from his coat and put it against the boy's head.

"It's a Russian roulette, you know? But you're the only one who's gonna play. Don't you dare to move."

If he wasn't scared enough before, Jisung's words definitely made him terrified.

"I thought you learnt your lesson when we beat you, but my memories whispered to me that you never learn. And look." He directed the flashlight at the wall. "You already started to plan how to destroy us. One failure wasn't enough?" He pulled the trigger, making the boy shiver with tears.

"Please," he begged.

"How many times did I beg you when you threatened me? Did you listen? You even dared to come back." He pulled the trigger again. "I guess you have the luck today. Two from six and you're still breathing. Do you know how many times I should pull the trigger? Five times for every friend you tried to destroy. And one for my boyfriend and one for his friend. But it gives you zero surviving chances, so let's say 3. It gives you one left."

Jisung got up in bed to look at the other's tearful face. He pulled the trigger for the last time. It clicked, without the cartridge.

"In fact, it's your lucky day. Bastard like you don't deserve it. However, I'm always fair. So goodbye. Better not see me ever again." Jisung left, the weapon still lying on the cushion of the bed.

He found his love, his friends and everything he ever wanted. Jisung wasn't alone like he used to be.

He hoped to hear a shot despite that he wasn't the one pulling the trigger.