Hate me. (Minsung)

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upon going to school the next day after their huge fight, jisung had freely told everyone that the bruise on his face was from none other than lee minho.

and word spread fast amongst the kids.

all it did was further seclude the already seemingly quiet and cold boy from the other kids. he was even more isolated than before.

"don't go near him."

"did you hear? he's violent."

"did you see what he did to jisung?"

the whispers and mutters always came back to him. despite being at a young age, he never showed outward signs of it getting to him.

the kids wouldn't necessarily ignore him, but there was now a very big fear of befriending the him. almost like there was a warning sign attached to his back.

there was a stigma to it.

minho would just look at the people whispering about him with flat eyes. he would never say anything to them.

however in turn, lee minho had started telling people that jisung had a mother that didn't love him.

things always would spread like wildfire between children who liked to talk.

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"good morning everyone." the sweet voice of ms.jang welcomed all in the classroom.

right before class had started, hyunjin turned around from where he sat to enthusiastically wave towards jisung, who waved back with a small smile.

"today we're just going to go over the simple aspects of art which most of you should already be familiar with. so another easy day." she said, walking over to her desk to bring up a powerpoint.

as she started her lecture going over all the fundamentals of art, jisung found himself dozing off.

he already knew most of the slides that she flipped through, and he found himself becoming even a little bored.

jisung looked around the classroom with roaming eyes, pausing when minho found his sight from all the way across the room.

he had been resting his chin on his hand, eyes looking just as bored as jisung's were- already being aware of all the terms as well.

he seemed to be doodling in a notebook with his left hand.

jisung never realized minho was a lefty.. but he could've sworn he's seen him write with his right hand. not like it even mattered though.

jisung sighed, still looking at minho from across the room quietly. he was bored, sue him.

hyunjin's conversation also had him thinking a tiny bit more about the older than he ever usually did.

after pushing the remembrance of the ravenette to the back of his mind, having it brought back up so suddenly and intensely of course would leave jisung thinking a bit.

minho was wearing a big deep red hoodie, with black ripped jeans and again, his black docs. he had a black wristband over one of his wrist, which jisung noticed he wears a lot.

minho had grown into his features even more than jisung had remembered previously. as a kid, minho used to have really soft features.

his lips stayed the same, but his face structure got a little sharper; cheekbones more prominent.

his hair was the same deep, dark, black color. never tainted by dye like jisung's hair had been. it was slightly messy, his strands of hair arranged in no particular pattern.