Entangled With You (B X B)

Chapter 18 : Caught me in a web

“I got goosebumps.” Chan suddenly said so close to Minjun’s ears. He was somehow already on the bed on Minjun’s side. The room’s owner was ready to shove Chan off of his bed when the said boy continued, “Why are you looking at him like that?”

Minjun’s heart was going out of his chest. There was no way in hell Chan caught him staring just like that. What the f**k?! Am I really staring?

“Like what?” Minjun tested it out, he couldn’t admit so openly that he was indeed paying Jisun some glances, but he was also curious on how he looked like in an outsider’s views.

“Like it was… interesting?”

“I’m not.” What was so interesting about Jisun that he had to take some glances or worse, staring? No way.

“Yeah of course.” Chan rolled his eyes. “Obviously you’re not looking at him for almost like five minutes straight.”

Oh so it was not a quick glance at all, he really meant it to be a quick glance though. Also the fact that Chan caught him red handed, Minjun couldn’t bear the spotlight any longer.

“Why are we whispering?” Minjun tried to change the topic.

“Because I thought you don’t want to get caught staring at him.” Chan stated as if it was an obvious open fact.

Minjun groaned, “I’m not okay?!” Then Minjun shoved Chan off of the bed for real until the guy fell to the carpet.

“Ck! Whatever!” Chan protested. Then continued reading his manga. Which was not last so long. “I need to use the toilet. Where is it?”

The owner of the room looked at Chan ridiculously, “You know exactly where the toilet is! This is not your first time here for god’s sake!”

“Hah! What a terrible service! They pushed the guest off of bed. Now I have to find the toilet by myself.” Chan rambled while walking outside the room to find the toilet himself.

Jisun was laughing seeing them bickering like this.

Minjun groaned again, having Chan as his friend was really such a pain in the ass sometimes. In the end he gave in. “Hey, I’ll show him the toilet. If you want to rest on the bed, feel free to do so.”

Minjun didn’t know why he said or suggested all of that, he didn’t think too much about it either. But when Jisun nodded enthusiastically, walked to the bed, sat at the edge of it then threw himself on bed, he knew he f****d up. Jisun’s hair sprawled flawlessly on his bed.

Minjun’s breath hitched, he found himself reluctant to move or leave the room.

His hair… how-

Until he heard Chan was calling him from somewhere in this house, did Minjun have the will to move his legs.

What the heck is that?! He asked himself, almost protesting about it. He ran a bit to Chan.

“It’s strange.” Minjun breathed out. He meant it to be heard by only him because he was having a hard time understanding what was happening to him just now while leaning his body to the wall outside the bathroom, waiting for Chan to finish with his business.

“Yeah indeed he is.”

Minjun whipped around his head to see that Chan was already finished using the bathroom and was fixing his pants, “What do you mean?”

“What? You’re talking about Jisun, right?”

He wasn’t but… okay.

“Yeah.” There was no way Minjun would tell Chan that he had this weird feeling after witnessing how soft it might be Jisun’s hair was. Well, more like he had a bad feeling about it, like something bad would happen-

“I’ve known him since his first year but he was never this… quiet.”

“He’s quiet?” That was new, Minjun wanted to laugh. “Jisun is literally the loudest person I know that I want to gag him sometimes.”

There was a long pause.

“You didn’t mean it like how I thought you meant it.” Chan looked at him in horror.

“What the f**k, I don’t!” Minjun shook his head defensively.

“Anyway, he used to be hmmm… what is it… crowded? Ah, I don’t know the right words. He was the definition of a crowd, whoop it up guy, y’know something like that. People knew him as a social butterfly for a reason you know.”

Minjun shrugged. “He is crowded enough for me. Well, what do I know? We just started hanging out for months. So maybe you’re right?” Chan knew Jisun longer than Minjun anyway, so it made sense if the Jisun that Chan knew was different from what he was witnessing all these times.

“Yeah, if you knew him much earlier you’ll know what I meant.” Minjun nodded in agreement, he didn’t know that much about Jisun.

If Chan said that the Jisun now was much more quiet than before, then Minjun didn’t even want to know that other part of the younger boy. The current version of Jisun was already like a lot of candy pop in his mouth.

But maybe Minjun was a little curious. Just a little.

On the way back to his own room, Minjun prayed that Jisun was no longer lying on his bed like before. Thank God he wasn’t and it gave Minjun a peace of mind for a second. It didn’t last because the next second, the thing Minjun saw was not Jisun.

Minjun was seeing red. It was amazing how things could change in an instant.

“What the f**k are you doing?” Minjun rushed towards Jisun who was sitting on the bed with a box on his side.

The sudden change of emotion struck Minjun’s inner conscience, without a warning he suddenly fell into a pit of anger with no escape nor a will to be saved. All that turmoil came crashing down with its destructive power that made his head hurt like crazy.

Jisun was not any better, just like a deer caught in the light, his movement suddenly became rigid and he looked at Minjun with wide eyes. “Hy-hyung… I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- I don’t know-” While Jisun started stuttering in his explanation, he also clumsily tried to put the photos, letters and other things back inside the box. Those precious and painful memories Minjun had hid away were being held by a stranger, so carelessly.

“f*****g stop!” He snatched the camcorder that was now on Jisun’s hand then threw it harshly inside the box, right where it belonged. Minjun might regret it later, but he could care less about it right now. “Why are you touching- How dare-”

Jisun got up straightaway, hands were on his head, messing with the same hair that bothered Minjun just minutes ago. If it was any other occasion, seeing how Jisun’s eyes widened, shocked and stressed like this, would make Minjun give up his ego immediately. He would just let it pass easily. But Minjun couldn’t stop his feelings too, he was more than panic. He was angry, sad and other things like… being cornered maybe? He had no space to care about Jisun’s feelings at times like this.

“Hyung, am sorry… it- it was under the bed, I accidentally kicked it, it was everywhere so I just- I tried-”

And the last thing Minjun needed was an explanation. He didn’t need it. What could it do? Jisun just poked his biggest fear and scar, explanation couldn’t make Minjun’s heart feel any lighter. At least at the moment. It didn’t matter if it was a mere accident, but this feeling gnawed in Minjun was not an accident. It had been provoked.

“Just- just go!” Minjun was out of breath when he didn’t even do anything but talking. He felt his hands shaking, eyes scanning the camcorder and other things inside the box.

Minjun didn’t see the despair Jisun had on his face. Minjun didn’t see the hands trying to reach his shaking one. Minjun also didn’t see it when Chan pulled Jisun out of the room and left him alone. Minjun also didn’t see how Jisun was so reluctant to leave him.

He didn’t even know when Chan and Jisun left this house.

Later, Minjun knew that he would regret a lot of things. He would recall all the words he just said to Jisun, and he would play the scene over and over again in his head. He would soon realize how Jisun knew nothing about it and didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

But that was all for later, as now he had other things to do.

The box and everything inside were now spreaded in an open again. Free for Minjun to see and reminisce. To recall and to remember. To blame and to never forgive.