Jisung POV:

A loud laugh escaped past my lips as I bolted away from Minho, holding the ramen cup to my chest tightly. Fast footsteps chased after me accompanied by a playful shout. "GET BACK HERE, SQUIRREL!" I snorted as I ran out of the room and into the hallway. "Give my ramen back!"

"Your ramen?" I stopped mid-step and whirled around trying to hide my grin. "I do believe that the ramen is in my hands, and therefore, it is my ramen," A chuckle bubbled up my throat causing the corners of my lips to curl upwards. I laughed as Minho stuttered and made a serious of confused noises. I was so busy laughing that I didn't notice as he lunged at me until his hands wrapped around mine and tried to tug them away from the ramen. I jerked away from him, screeching, but he followed me and we began to wrestle for the food.

Our laughs rang out through the hall as Minho continued to struggle to pry the ramen cup from my hands. I wriggled against him, elbowing him gently before bolting away from him down the hall. I glanced over my shoulder and chuckled at his offended expression.

As I returned my attention to in front of me, my eyes met captivating dark brown ones. I skid to a halt as a single word flash though my mind: Beautiful. I blinked and felt disgust course through my body as I comprehended my thought and what I was looking at. Before me stood a tall stranger with black hair, dark brown eyes and a perfect face. A visual. That's what I was looking at. Someone with such a pretty face that I know he has never had to work a day in his life to get anywhere. Never had to be talented to enter an esteemed company. Unlike me, he would just have to pout with his perfect plump lips and everyone would drop everything and rush to fetch the Prince whatever he wanted.

I flinched as something warm touched my hands and ripped the cup of ramen from my hand. "Hey!" I whirled around prepared to chase after Minho and retrieve my food from him when Chan suddenly stepped out of the practice room, his blond hair shining dully in the artificial light. I froze at the sight of his grin. It was the happiest I have ever seen him. I watched as his eyes slid past me and his eyes landed on the stranger behind me. His eyes lit up with barely contained excitement as he practically leapt forward and greeted the tall Prince.

"Hyunjin! I am so glad you could make it! It has been too long since we have seen each other," I turned slowly and watched as Chan hugged the Prince- Hyunjin. My stomach tightened as the dark haired boy slipped his arms around my hyung, hugging him back tightly, and rested his forehead against the crook of Chan's neck. My heart rate increased as he began to speak.

"Channie hyung, I've missed you," The statement was simple enough but my heart skipped a beat and a sneaking feeling that I was intruding on something intimate crawled up my spine. I took a step back as Chan responded with equal amounts affection and joy weaving playfully in and out of his words.

"I have missed you too, Jinnie. How are your parents and Kkami?" I swallowed slowly as a pang of jealousy shot through my stomach and clawed up towards my chest. Chan didn't have nicknames with any of us. He didn't even let us call him anything other than hyung. So why was this "perfect" boy different? I felt a flicker of annoyance spark as I watched Chan pull away from Hyunjin with a goofy grin. He never smiled like this around us. I glanced at the dark haired boy and watched his gaze soften while looking at Chan. I felt sick. Who was this boy, huh? Why was he here? What is his history with Chan?

"They are good, hyung. How are you?" I felt confusion sweep through me as I continued to watch them interact. Chan was so different around Hyunjn compared to us. What made this boy so different? Is it because he is the definition of a visual? Does that make him more import- I was snapped out of my thoughts as Chan's voice rang through the hall energetically.

"Great now that you are here, Jinnie," a new kind of confusion washed over me. Are we not good enough for Chan? When did we stop being enough? Were we never enough? I quickly tucked the thought away as he grabbed Hyunjin's wrist and led him towards me. "I want to introduce you to the others, come on. This is Han Jisung. I told you about him a few months ago. Although, I don't know if you remember that," a flicker of betrayal stuttered in my chest, clenching lightly around my heart. Chan had told this dark haired stranger about me but hadn't mentioned him to me... Why? I glared at Chan, this favouritism was beginning to get on my nerves. I don't know who this brown eyed Prince is but I don't like him at all. Especially considering Chan is a different person around him. I glanced back at Hyunjin as he bowed and respectfully introduced himself.

"Hi, my name is Hwang Hyunjin. It's nice to meet you," I stared down at him with disgust and frustration. His bow was perfect, his introduction perfect, his overall being just perfect. I hate him. He looked up through his long eyelashes and met my stare. My heart faltered in my chest and my lungs forgot how to work as his warm, genuine gaze held my stare unfalteringly. He straightened to his full height while maintaining eye contact with me. I tilted my head back slightly, refusing to be the one to look away. Chan coughed loudly in a way that sounded too forced to be real. I glanced at him and saw that he was glaring at me. The second our eyes met he subtly gestured for me to introduce myself. I sighed before bowing to the Prince. A thought popped into my head as I began speaking and I realised that the word 'Prince' had never suited someone so perfectly until now.

"Hi, Hyunjin," I gritted out between clenched teeth while straightening my back and glancing at Chan. He was frowning at me disapprovingly. He was waiting for me to exclaim how nice it was to meet Hyunjin, but I refused to give either of them the satisfaction of that pleasantry. So instead, I just muttered, "I will go get Minho hyung. He ran off with my ramen," and walked away towards the kitchen where I knew I would find Minho.

My thoughts returned to their previous track of wondering why Chan seemed so much happier around Hyunjin than the rest of us as I trudged slowly towards the kitchen. I entered the room and glanced around for the hyung who stole my food and smiled as I saw him enjoying the ramen while browsing through Instagram. I stood silently at the door, leaning against the doorframe, all thoughts of Hyunjin gone from my mind as if blown away like a leaf in the wind the second I saw Minho. I crept closer to my brown haired hyung with a half-formed idea already brewing in the back of my mind.

When I was right behind him, I arched my neck and peered over his shoulder quietly and saw that he was almost finished the ramen. An unfamiliar dull ache twisted my stomach tightly and I struggled to stifle a gasp at the sharp pain. I blinked in confusion. What was that? Deciding to just ignore the strange ache, I leaned closer to Minho, prepared to screech in his ear in playful annoyance but he turned his head slightly and slid his eyes towards me. I inhaled sharply as he spoke softly with a tone of authority.

"Don't you dare screech in my ear, Han Jisung," a shiver tingled down my spine at his deep voice. He turned his body in the chair as I pulled away and straightened. He placed the phone screen down on the table and offered some ramen to me. He held it just far enough away that I would have to either bend to get it or move closer. I chose the latter.

As I stepped closer and moved my lips towards the offering, I felt an arm snake around my waist and pull me downwards. I yelped as I landed on a grinning Minho's lap.

"Hey, Sungie," he whispered beside my ear. A shiver left a trail of goose bumps across my skin in reaction to his warm breath spreading across my skin. My heart stuttered as he slipped a hand under my shirt and pressed my back flush against his chest. He rested his head on my shoulder before kissing my jaw gently. My breathing shallowed as my heart raced inside my chest fast enough to rival a racehorse. His lips grazed over my skin, leaving a blazing trail of need in their wake. As his lips pressed against the side of my neck, I flipped myself around so that I was straddling him and smashed my lips against Minho's smug smirking ones.

I kissed him aggressively, biting at his lower lip gently. He gasped, momentarily forgetting his initial plan to get me riled up as I bit down particularly harshly. I used this opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth. I grinned into the deepening kiss as his free hand curved around the base of my neck and he pulled me closer. We battled for dominance, however, I quickly submitted as he reacted in the way I had been hoping he would.

I felt time slipping away from me as we continued to kiss. I intertwined my fingers in his hair and pulled him impossibly closer as a moan threatened spill out of my mouth. I am not entirely sure when these make out sessions began, but I do know that they have been becoming more frequent. I also know that I have some kind of feelings for Minho hyung, I just don't know what kind and I don't know if he has the same feeling for me, so I don't want to say anything until I am sure.

Minho pulls away suddenly and a whine escapes through my parted lips before I can stop it. I blush as Minho stares at me in surprise. "Sungie..." he starts. He brushes his fingers against the side of my head, gently brushing my mussed up hair back into place. I wait for him to say whatever he was thinking but he doesn't instead he picks up the chopsticks he discarded at some point without me realising and begins to finish eating the ramen. I blink at him in confusion and betrayal, as he doesn't offer me any. Before I can express my outrage at this, he shoves me off. I let out a strangled screech as I land on the ground and he stands up, bowl in hand, before walking to the sink.

I stand up slowly and hang my head in exaggerated sulkiness. I refuse to look up as Minho sighs and approaches me. Out of the corer of my eye, I glimpse his phone. I struggle to disguise a smile with a frown as another idea forms in my mind. I feel Minho standing beside me and I quickly snatch up his phone from the table and duck behind him. "Hey!" I laugh and step out of reach as he tries to grab the phone. I grin when I see that he is smiling at me.

"You ate all of my ramen, so I am going to confiscate your phone, Minho," I say cheekily, purposefully excluding 'hyung' after his name. I watch his eyes closely for the subtle change and bolt out of the room when I see it. "Hey! Get back here you disrespectful squirrel!"

We both laugh as we run up the hall towards the practice room. I was halfway there when Minho caught my wrist and flung me to the wall. I gasped, winded as my back hit the wall. Minho didn't give me a second to recover as he pressed his body against mine to keep me pinned and pried his phone from my hand. My head spun and my heart pounded violently in my chest. I stared at Minho, frozen as my thoughts were consumed by the feeling of Minho's body pressed tightly up against mine. He stepped backwards with a smug smirk, waving his phone in my face gloatingly. My gaze flickered to the floor. How could I allow myself to be so distracted by him like that?

"Did you really think that I couldn't catch you, Jisungie? Did you really think that you could make it to the others before I caught you?" I shake my head and Minho chuckles, his fingers lifting up my chin so that I am staring into his twinkling brown eyes. "What was your plan, Jisung? Hmm? To run off with my phone is one thing, but to not call me hyung is another."

"To get you back for stealing and eating my ramen like a pig, hyung," Minho's jaw dropped and his fingers fell from under my chin. He swiftly slapped the side of my head while I chuckled at his shocked expression. I danced away from him while laughing and he chased after me.

"Take that back! I am not a pi- Han Jisung!" I giggled as I poked my tongue out at him and continued towards the practice room. I slowed down near the room and waited for Minho to catch up. "I can't believe how cheeky you are, Jisungie. All I did was eat some ramen."

"Some ramen? Some ramen!" I blinked at him in bewilderment. "That was MY ramen! Not SOME ramen you gluttonous goat!" I glared at him playfully as he laughed at my "insult". I quickly followed suit and we walked into the room still bickering. "I still can't believe that you ate it all, you pig!" I exclaimed as the realisation hit me that he had really truly eaten MY ramen to HIMSELF. The strange dull ache in my stomach returned but I swiftly pushed it aside in favour for hitting Minho softly over the head. I rolled my eyes as he ducked and laughed out a response.

"It isn't my fault. It begged me to eat it all! Just me!" I snorted at his lame excuse and shoved him gently.

"Whatever you say, you delusional rat," I sighed. Minho simply sniggered and began glancing around the room. I frowned when his gaze landed on Hyunjin who was interacting with the other boys in our practice room and stayed there. A storm cloud of anger swirled within my chest as Minho wandered happily towards the stranger and embraced him. Why was he acting as if he has known Hyunjin his whole life? Why was he hugging him like that? He never greets me like this... Am I not good enough because I don't look like the definition of perfection?

I glanced around the room and noticed that everyone else was talking quietly amongst themselves. Judging by the fact that Seungmin was near the Prince when Minho and I walked in, I figured that everyone had already introduced themselves. A twinge of jealous and a vague feeling of being left out tangled in my stomach, where a growing pit of loathing was setting its roots down. I was snapped out of my thoughts as Minho's smooth voice carried through the room easily.

"You must be Hyunjin. Chan was super excited when you agreed to join us. I'm Lee Minho," My mood darkened further at my hyung's words. He knew about Hyunjin? "You look like a good dancer, are you?" Minho pulled away from the black haired boy and I observed the genuine smile on Hyunjin's face. An intrusive thought of "pretty" whirled through my mind and was gone within a second as he responded.

"Yes, Minho hyung." Despite knowing that the visual had to refer to Minho with honorifics, it still irked me that he was the one saying it.

"We should have a dance battle and see who is better. The Visual or The Cat," tension filled the air as Hyunjin visibly flinched. I felt a faint flicker of concern flash through me as his eyes became distant and his smile faltered for a split second before he plastered on a tighter lipped smile and glanced at the others who had all frozen in place. Curiosity clicked along my bones. Did he not like being called a visual? I inwardly chuckled at that ridiculous thought. Who wouldn't love to be called a visual? I was about to follow the train of thought that it was probably just an act to garner more attention, when I noticed Hyunjin's facial expression shift from one of confusion to understanding and slight fear.

Annoyance crawled along my skin as I followed the visual's gaze to Chan who was wearing a sickeningly concerned and panicked expression. The second I saw this, I knew that Chan had told the others about Hyunjin and had likely warned them not to call Hyunjin 'the visual' for whatever reason. Why didn't he tell me? You know what? I don't care. This tall boy was really getting on my nerves. I bet Chan only pays him so much attention because of his looks. How shallow.

I tensed as I saw Minho leaning towards Hyunjin, his arm already slung comfortably around the taller boy. His mouth was beside Hyunjin's ear, like it was beside mine barely five minutes ago. Jealousy and hate whirled violently inside my chest, tearing at my heart as Hyunjin genuinely smiled and gazed (gazed!) into Minho's eyes softly with his perfect eyes. I watched as Hyunjin's eyes followed Minho as he walked towards Changbin and felt a new, unidentifiable emotion tremble through my breath as I exhaled shakily and refused the sudden overwhelming need to cry and scream. I glared at Hyunjin as his gaze eventually landed on me. I glanced at Minho and back at Hyunjin as disgust bubbled in my stomach, churning stomach bile until it began creeping up my throat.

As the urge to vomit grew, I whirled around and left the room swiftly. I broke into a run the second I was out of sight and raced to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut I barely made it to the toilet in time before I collapsed onto the freezing cold tiles and all the contents in my stomach found their way into the toilet. I closed the lid, flushed the chain before standing up shakily, and making my way slowly towards the sink. I glared at my pale reflection in the mirror. Why am I feeling all of these emotions over someone who is just a visual? How is he managing to take everything away from me in less than a day of being here? I ran a trembling hand through my hair and growled out a frustrated sigh.

Hey readers! Sorry that this is probably hella confusing. I wanted to give the encounter from Jisung's pov and also add something that would help build some drama(rama). Don't worry though, Minsung won't interfere too much with Hyunsung. Or will it?