𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 29 𝓐 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

Their moment together was soon ruined as the bell resounded collectively through all rooms of the building. "Shit, that was the last bell!" Jisung panicked inside and grasped his bag with him and ran as Minho also did the same. By the time they reached the door, they were panting heavily. Damn, this was like déjà vu. The last time they both entered the classroom together, they didn't dare to look each other in the eye. Well, this is progress. 

"A good morning to you too, Mr. Han and Mr. Lee." The teacher glared their way. Jisung gulped at the eyes fixed on him, starting to experience that suffocating feeling again, his breathing getting heavier. Couldn't they just look away? Minho noticed and slid his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Let's go to our seat," he spoke, ignoring the teacher's scolding. 

That's when the whispering started. "What is the deal between them?" one of them muttered to their seatmate, who shrugged. "Who does he think he is?" another spoke. "Minho and he aren't even of the same league," a girl huffed. "Annoying faggot," one of Minjun's friends snickered, but it was loud enough for Jisung to hear as he hung his head low, hoping to escape his way out of the other's judging stares. Felix and Seungmin, however, glared at the rest and Seungmin actually spoke up. "Don't act as if you are that better!" he snapped, and the teacher glared at him. "Mr. Kim, this is your last warning!" She prodded a finger into their direction, making Seungmin roll his eyes. "Blaming the wrong people," he muttered, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. To Jisung this happened usually, to the point he had already gotten used to it. "Let them talk, Seungmin. You know I can handle it." Jisung reassured his friend next to him. 

The deafening sound of the bell rang through every classroom, the hallways flooding with its students. Good, that means no one would hear what was happening. The door shot close with a bang. The boy gulped in his seat in the ill-lit room. "Someone is in trouble," Hyunjin hummed, an amused smirk spreading across his face. "Chan, watch the door," a voice commanded. "What are you going to do to me?" the boy's voice shook as he trembled in the chair. A dangerous grin covered Minho's face, slowly turning to him. The closer he got, the more the other tried to curl up in the seat.

"Just a warning." He closed in. "Though I shouldn't waste my time on a nobody like you." Minho spat, trapping his victim between his arms. The male shut his eyes close due to how near the older was to him now. At this point, everybody knew not to mess with Lee Minho. 

"Very bad mistake you made back there." Minho poked his tongue inside of his mouth. The hit caused a displeasing sound of the crack of bones as the boy fell back from his seat. Chan scrunched his face in disgust, though he was used to Minho doing this. That's what he had always done when he got mad. But this time it was noticeable that it didn't resolve around something light to Minho. 

"I swear to all that is good that if you set one step close or even dare to speak his name, I will wipe out you and that entire 'group' of Minjun, understood?" he spoke through gritted teeth, the boy nodding eagerly. "Good. Now go." Minho demanded, his sharp eyes following the person's every step until he slipped through the door. Chan slightly frowned. "Minho, you could get in trouble for this. You know that." He nodded, after all, Chan was right. But nobody, and he meant nobody, should dare to hurt or insult Jisung. "I understand." 

"But it serves him right. Nobody messes with what's mine." Chan shook his head. "Forget it, just promise me you won't get in trouble." He pointed his finger at him warningly. "Fine, I promise I won't." Minho put up his hands in defeat as he stood up, earning a nod from him. "Okay, good." Hyunjin leaned into Chan, both leaning back against the wall. "Don't worry so much."

"We shouldn't have given him so much freedom," Chan implied, looking up in defeat. Hyunjin chuckled at his comment and shook his head. "Forget it already. Let's go."

By the time they left the classroom, the hallways were already less empty. Jisung fiddled with his lock. "Stupid thing, just open!" he muttered under his breath. "Wow, good timing," he thought to himself. He was already running late for work. "Need help?" a voice behind him asked. Jisung groaned out loud. "Can't you see I'm-" He turned around but stopped halfway through his sentence. "Go on." Minho leaned back against his locker, showing a fake stern look. He had gotten too soft over time with Jisung beside him. 

"Nothing," he mumbled, avoiding the older's gaze. "What are you doing after school?" Minho asked while opening the lock with ease. Jisung stared out in front of him, stunned. So now it opens? Just imagine getting betrayed by your own locker. "Work." Jisung shortly answered while grabbing the uniform out. "Do you want a death wish?" Minho deadpanned. "I can't drag you back every time, Jisung."

Jisung rolled his eyes. "Has it ever come to you that not everyone is as rich as you?" he shot back. "Then take me with you." Minho's answer caught Jisung off guard. "What?" he asked again. "I won't let them touch you," Minho stated, looking right into his eyes. He's not going to change his mind, that's for sure. Jisung thought about it for a while. What if he would get into trouble again? What if Minho would cause trouble? He sighed, shaking his head, giving up on discussing all the options in his mind.  

"Fine," Jisung's voice sounded heavy. "Just don't get me in an awkward situation with my boss." Which had an indirect meaning of 'don't let her scream at me'. A sneaky grin crept up to Minho's face, making Jisung sigh again. "Let's go. I can't be late because of you."