Yellow - in darkness can be found || Minsung fanfic🌻🍋

08

I walk inside the math classroom where we have lessons three times a week. Sometimes, it feels like our math teacher basically just claimed this classroom.

I go to sit at my usual seat, next to the window.
I hate this classroom. For some reason it makes me feel uneasy and unworthy. It doesn't really make sense but hey, math doesn't either.

The sound of chairs scraping over the linoleum floor fills my ears. I cringe at the unpleasant sound.

My grumpy math teacher walks into the classroom, time for another dreadful hour of staring at the ceiling.

I'm about to zone out again for the second time but something that lands on my shoulder catches my attention. I turn around, a boy grins widely at me. Minho.

Doesn't he have other lessons? We wouldn't even be able to have the same lessons since he's a year older than me. Then what is he doing in this class?

A soft crimson red blush spreads over my cheeks as I remember what happened with us just a few days ago. The feeling of his lips on mine, feels like a long time ago already.

I've been trying to avoid him as much as possible, since I'm such a coward. After we kissed I basically ran of leaving him standing there.

I give him a confused stare mouthing a soundless "what?" He smiles at me once again. He has never really smiled at me only his stupid, seductive grins. But hey who am I to complain about it?

What I heard from some other people in the last few days is that Minho usually doesn't get too close with people. Someone even says that he tries his best to scare people off so he doesn't have to deal with it. I wonder why.

He waves at me, a smile never fading his face. The boy who's normally seated behind me, seems to have taken place at the other side of the classroom.

I silently turn back around, not really in the mood to talk with him since I'm still slightly embarrassed of my actions from earlier.

I turn my head towards the window again. What am I supposed to do otherwise? Listen to the teacher explaining the same subject over and over again?

I'm glad that time seems to go a bit faster that the previous couple of lessons.

I grab the purple-colored notebook out of my backpack. The notebook used to be black but I got inattentive of the color, so I decided to paint it a different color. Normally in middle school people would judge me for wearing not 'boyish' enough clothes and having pastel colored supplies. It didn't really matter to me anymore that others thought it was strange. That's why I was most of the time more like a loner. And that's okay, since I like being alone. But of course I had Felix is middle school and had both of my best friends by my side when I needed them.

Multiple people around me sigh deeply, also tired of waiting for the lesson to finish. I suspire heavily. Why do teachers become teachers when they don't even have the quality to teach?

I stare at the window, about to space out again. There's something on the window. Something that dried into a solid substance.

It's Yellow blood.

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Ah what a good day to do nothing reproductive and just write random chapters

also pls read Svenne_v  I swear that reading it is rl worth it!!!