Maybe I just wanna be yours | Minsung

Breathing in your dust

Walking into the lab, he went straight to the far left corner at the back. The tables were shaped together to look  like a 'U', the teacher's desk at the end making it look more like a rectangle.

Jisung was facing forward unlike some people that had to face the middle of the classroom.
He thought he'd be fine, until someone sat next to him, a boy with long blonde hair. Said boy glanced at him a little until he turned his attention to his friend that sat next to him. His friend had short brown hair and a mouthful of braces, which Jisung found to make his smile really cute.

He turned away, looking down at the table before feeling as though his eyes were gonna fall out when he could've sworn he heard someone say the name 'felix' next to him.

'its fine' he thought. 'even if they did say Felix, doesn't mean they're talking about the one I fell out with'.

"he's cute" Jisung heard from right next to him.

"who, Felix? Ah yeah I guess, he has adorable freckles." the one with braces responded.

'fuck' Jisung's mind went hazy thinking of the day he wore that skirt, surely there were only so many Felix's in South Korea that had visible freckles.

Inwardly shivering, he dug his nails into his palm and looked up as the teacher started talking, trying to focus on the lesson instead of his newly-developing stomachache.

———

The rest of the day after science he had off, the free periods meant for him to be studying but instead he went to his dorm to 'relax'.

"I fucking hate it here!" he cried as he slammed the door, falling dramatically on the bed and leaving a small wet patch on the duvet with his frustrated tears.

Luckily Jeongin was not in to witness the horrors, Jisung's overreacting sure to have driven him insane.

'i hoped to forget about him' he mentally complained. He really hated Felix after the incident. The constant teasing and bullying he got that day worsening his already bad anxiety.

He spent a couple hours straight lolling about dopily on his bed, whining about his unfair life and so on.

Hearing the door open, he sat up and wiped his already dry tears, looking sadly at the door.

"hey, I've only got like a minute until my next class, but I forgot to tell you something" Jeongin barged in, out of breath. "you've gotta sign up for a club, I suggest the poetry one as it's eASY-" Right at the end of his sentence he was dragged away by presumably his friend, the door falling shut on its own.

'A club? they expect me to join a fucking club?!' he had to try with all his might not to start crying again, really reconsidering having moved schools in the first place. He surely couldn't deal with a club on top of all his worries already.

"whatever" he huffed, pouting and wiping his nose with his sleeve.

Getting up, he grumpily walked over to the door like a stroppy kid angry that he didn't get what he wanted from the toy store.

It took him quite a while to find where to sign up for a club, ending up walking around nearly the whole school before giving up and asking the lady at the reception. She guided him to a room with a few tables.

"here it is" she smiled, leaving in the blink of an eye.

Jisung stood dazed, staring around the room until he saw a small sign that said 'poetry'.

Thinking 'fuck it' he decided to trust Jeongin's word and went over to the poetry club table, scribbling down his name on the list.

"You want to join the poetry club huh?" A mature looking girl behind the table asked.
She had short hair, cut in sort of a shaggy mullet and low-key if Jisung wasn't gay he'd fall for her.

"y-yeah, I guess" he fiddled with his hands, looking down at the floor.

"terrible idea" a guy sat diagonally behind her chuckled sarcastically.

He was swinging back on his chair a bit, using the back of the girl's chair to push himself back with his foot. He hardly looked like an approachable person, and the scratches all over his leather jacket said it all.

"shut up, Minho." she growled under her breath, clearly sick of his shit but trying not to make Jisung hear it nonetheless.

"don't fucking tell me what to do" he muttered under his breath, focusing his attention back on his phone.

She sighed deeply, rolling her eyes before looking back at Jisung.

"unfortunately, he is in our club but don't let that discourage you" she said, smiling softly yet behind her eyes he could see her exhaustion.

"My name is Miya by the way" she told, sorting out some things on the table.

"I'm Jisung" he responded, watching her hands as they moved.

Her hands were decorated with pretty rings, rings Jisung would consider to be more for 'men' but she suited them well.

"no one asked" came a somewhat expected reply to Miya from the boy behind her. She slapped his calf, hard enough to make him groan in pain.

"I said, shut up" she spat once again.

"I'm s-sorry.." jisung apologized, feeling rather small and like he was in the way of their bickering.

"oh no no, don't be! Please ignore him, he's so unnecessarily rude.." she sighed, sending a death glare to Minho.

"UuUgH" Minho sighed dramatically, giving Jisung his cue to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 4pm, that's when our meeting is" Miya explained, pretending as though Minho was no longer there.

"t-thank you" he said timidly, making a b-line for the exit.

———

"Did you sign up for a club then?" Jeongin asked, looking away from his laptop on his bed.

"yeah, the poetry one"

"oh that's good! we'll be together with a few of my friends then." He clapped his hands happily.
"ah wait, did you meet Minho yet?"

"yeah... he seems.."

"like a dickhead? yeah I know." Jeongin finished Jisung's sentence, letting out a sigh as he thought of his friend. "we don't really know why he's like that- well at least I don't know why, but you get used to it. Sometimes he does nice things when he wants to, but other than that he's very reserved"

Jisung nodded along as Jeongin explained the situation, slightly less scared of this Minho guy but still scared shitless of him.

"we'll make sure he's not so rude to you, but no promises" he laughed nervously.

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A/N: Ayo Minho is here now 😪🙏
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