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@lee minho Jongsuk laughed bitterly. "If I can't call you friend, who can I? If you weren't my friend, do you think I would be doing this right now? I'm here. You can let out your hate and anger on me. Don't... Don't go." He suddenly felt very vulnerable. He refused to meet Minho's eyes. Refused to admit any sort of weakness. But Jongsuk would miss him. Had missed him the last time he had vanished. Yet he couldn't do anything. And he definitely wouldn't admit that fact to him. Jongsuk had few friends, and Minho was usually among the more tolerable of them. He was nice to be around, and Jongsuk enjoyed his companionship.

@lee jongsuk Minho looked up tiredly when his friend appeared, a heavy sigh leaving his lips whilst he looked away in frustration, listening as the other hissed at him and told him he was no more than a mere coward. Shaking his head and laughing shortly, the heir raised out of his chair and looked down at Jongsuk.
"And where were you the first time I was exiled? This is just the same. I've had enough of it here. There's no life for me to live out, not when it's all been stolen from me and planned out. I have no say, I can't do anything and I have all this hate and anger I can't let out on anyone. Do you even care anymore? After what you just said, can you call me friend anymore?"

@lee minho Jongsuk raced through the airport, heading to the terminal with the soonest flight to America. And sure enough, Minho was sitting there, brooding and moody as always. Jongsuk felt like punching him in the face right now. "You idiot." He growled as he marched up to his 'friend.' Why were they even friends? Most of the time Jongsuk felt it was way more trouble than it was worth. "No, let me revise that," he snarled. "You coward." His voice calmed and his tone was icy. "Running away from your problems again. Stand and face them like a man."

@lee jongsuk Arriving at the airport soon enough, Minho climbed out as his door was opened, his jaw tense and head lowered before he muttered a few last orders to the driver. Walking into the busy crowds, he made his way to a woman behind the rows of desks and counters and brought out his wallet, a silver card in his hand as he held it up for her to see it.
"I need a ticket, now." He murmured the details of where to her, demanding he'd be given the next flight no matter the cost of it. Paying and slotting his card back, he laughed shortly once to himself, taking a seat after finding his right terminal. How funny, the money he resented would be helpful of all times.

@lee minho While en route to Minho's estate, Jongsuk took the opportunity to dig around and find out what the hell was going on with his oldest friend. Someone ventured that he might be going back to America, and another said that they had heard that as well. Cursing again, Jongsuk ordered his driver to reverse directions and head to the airport instead. Why did he have to care about this idiot again? He couldn't even deal with his own problems and he was running. Again. As if it hadn't been bad enough the last time he had vanished to America. For a family whose business was on the straight and narrow, they sure had issues.

@lee jongsuk Watching the scenery flash past outside, Minho rested his head against the window with a small thud and a heavy sigh, his eyelids shutting for a moment before he told the driver to just head straight for the airport and to not bother going home, he'd just tell his parents to send over his clothing or better yet, he'd just but some over in America. The driver nodded once with a simple 'yes sir' before picking up the speed, the heir himself crossing his arms and closing his eyelids for a moment, trying to block out all the things he'd be leaving behind, however few they were.

@lee minho Jongsuk followed after Minho, a frown on his face. "The hell are you even-" He got cut off when the other stepped into his car and slammed the door shut. Jongsuk sighed and ran his hand wearily over his face before pulling out his phone. "Send a driver to school for me. Right away." He shoved the phone back into his pocket, muttering to himself. "Should have driven today. This idiot... Why do I feel like he's going to do something stupid again..." He stepped into the car as soon as it pulled up and directed the driver to take him to Minho's estate as quickly as possible.

@lee jongsuk Minho barely glanced over his shoulder when he heard his friend's voice telling him off as if he were a child, the man was indeed listened and what he heard only made him hurt more inside as he now felt like even someone as close as his friend didn't understand him.
"If you're so tired of it then don't follow me, think of it as the last time you'll have to put up with it... or me..." the taller whispered the last part, frowning as he did so. A pang of guilt ran through his body as he exited the school, the guilt for still not having told Jongsuk about the fact he was leaving for America in the next hour, it had been a spur of the moment idea and he would follow through, even if it meant leaving behind someone so special. Entering his car, the heir slammed the door shut and drove home, refusing to cry as he felt it was unfair on himself.

@lee minho Jongsuk slouched against the wall outside of the classroom. He sighed as he heard Minho have yet another rampage, and, from the sound of it, throwing things again. He scowled slightly. Really? He had enough on his plate. Did he really have to deal with the man-child that he was unfortunate enough to call friend? When Minho stormed out of the room (probably so he wouldn't anyone, oh the dear sweetheart), Jongsuk followed. "I keep saying, stop fighting Woobin. If you're just going to end up like this afterward. It's no fun." He groaned. "You're not even listening to me, are you?"

@lee jongsuk Minho had had enough. He'd just finished another pointless detention consisting of cleaning windows after having a fight and punch up with Woobin, yet again. As he sat in his classroom chair, he heir fumed and no one dare come near him, his fists curling up so tightly it looked like the bones of his knuckles would pierce through the skin at any point now. With a angered roar, the man stood abruptly and with him tossed his desk to the side, sending it flying into a row of seven and toppling like dominoes. Without another word, he left the classroom for somewhere he wouldn't be able to hurt people, at least people who were innocent.