bogus
it’s funny how their relationship works.
jisoo hates it when people point at the two with baseless rumors around them yet here he is giving into the idea of trading a month’s rent and a slice of expensive steak with being the older male’s so called ex. he shakes his head as he gets onto the bus and takes a seat in the empty one by the window as he reads the other’s text as it arrives.
when he bursts out laughing, he notices the second glances he’s getting from the people on the bus. not that he really cares about it. he pops his elbow against the small ledge by the window and leans his cheek against his fist as he looks out the window. “how the hell am i insatiable?” he mutters softly as he shoves his phone back into his jacket. if anything, he was being generous with his reasons for helping him.
the film major takes his time walking over to the restaurant. his eyes start wandering around the streets–eye shopping, something he doesn’t really do while walking. with his hands in his pockets he grins to himself at the thought of yoseob waiting for him to save him at any time now but jisoo decides to give the female a little more time to share her stories for the week with yoseob.
as he arrives to the restaurant, he smiles at the waitress questioning him ‘for how many people?’, jisoo shakes his head and makes his way further into the restaurant with a guess that yoseob and his current girlfriend (soon to be ex-girlfriend) are sitting by the window. when he guesses wrong, he stops and looks around the area for a familiar face.
bingo.
he cringes at the words his brain came up with at the sight of yoseob sitting across from a girl and reminds himself to never say that out loud in front of yoseob or junhyung. when he stops at the couple’s table, he can feel the female’s eyes on him as if she wants to ask who he is. “hyung,” he starts and bites on his lower lip to keep himself from cringing at the next words he’s about to say.
next time yoseob asks for a favor to do this again, jisoo’s going to reject it.
“this is where you were?” he asks, he tries to sound offended but his tone is a little dry and he can feel his eyes twitching at the words. it’s not something cringe-worthy to say but to say it in front of every one in the restaurant bring heat to his ears. “i thought we were going to get back,” there is a slight hesitation in his voice before he continues and regretfully throws out the word, “together.”
"hyung."
fuck, fuck, fuck, finally --
he tries to hide the instantaneous relief that washes over his welded expression, transitioning from a poker-face to a look of fake surprise that's relatively passable, "what are you --"
"-- this is where you were?"
there's a very melodramatic pause that follows after jisoo's monotone question, and it feels so terribly contrived that it quite literally leaves yoseob momentarily speechless. he grits his teeth then, and is telepathically sending jisoo messages like '?????? what the fuck was that', and 'get your fucking shit together --'
"....oppa?"
"uh --" he plasters on a look of complete bewilderment as he glances at his ex-girlfriend-to-be, and then latches his gaze right back onto jisoo's, who is unsurprisingly twitching like an idiot --
“-- i thought we were going to get back... together.”
silence then, and seob very carefully restrains himself from drop-kicking his giant roommate -- oscar-fucking-worthy performance, really, jisoo -- and opts instead for a heavy hand that splays over his closed eyes.
"who's this, oppa?" her tone has changed now; he thinks there's dawning suspicion somewhere in the slight tremble of her voice, "what... is he saying?"
"he’s my, uh --" his eyes track the tightening of her fingers around her glass of water and he straightens the slouch in his posture, rigid now against the back of his chair, "my ex. ex.... boyfriend."
