Hate me. (Minsung)

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seating charts.

who would've thought that a college professor would ever care enough to bother with seating charts- but apparently ms. jang cared enough.

all the students were standing awkwardly at the front of the class, holding onto their bags as they waited.

minho was by the wall, cooped up in the corner and borderline being pressed against by those in front of him. instead of saying anything to express his discomfort, he just stood there holding his bag with two arms wrapped around it as he waited.

ms. jang called names, going one down the row of seats one by one so that everyone knew where they were going to be sitting until further notice. though it was nice of her to assign them personally, minho was starting to wish that she put up the seating chart on the board or something.

during the minutes spent waiting and standing, minho looked over to the other side of the room to spot jisung standing just like he was doing- back against the farthest wall as he watched their professor assign seats from all the way where he was standing.

he looked awfully quiet today. expressionless almost- not as bad as yesterday however still prominent if you were looking for it.

his eyes looked tired and the older could see it easily despite being far away. there wasn't a doubt in minho's mind that the blonde hadn't been crying yesterday.

it also wasn't much of a question where jisung went after he left the dorm.

he walk into the room with felix before class started. the freckled boy had linked his arm with jisung's, as if granting his support without words.

his eyes were careful, and every time he did speak to jisung, it was full of care. he waited a while before leaving right away like he typically did, sitting with jisung for a bit to just chat and maybe soothe him.

he must've slept over there.

"lee minho, right here." the sound of his name made the boy nod and carry his bag over to his new seat. he earned a couple of weary looks from the people he was going to end up sitting near, but it not anything he wasn't used to.

he took his seat while ms. jang hummed and looked at the next name. "han jisung, right next to him."

not a surprise. that definitely wasn't a shocker.

neither of them even reacted- maybe for different reasons.

minho saw no point in expressing his annoyance when he knew jisung had no energy to even bat an eye. there wouldn't even be any fun in it. no use.

the blonde simply walked over, setting his bag down before filling in the seat right next to minho without saying a word.

at this point, they were used to it.

upon sitting down, there was quiet. the exception being ms. jang's sweet voice kindly calling other students to their new spots. but other than that, nothing.

the two of them were closer now. it was easier to spot everything even more.

jisung rested his chin on his hand, drawing imaginary patterns onto the wooden table with his fingers as he waited. he was quiet.

minho leaned back into his seat like he always found himself doing and shot an uninterested glance towards jisung. "so. the hell was all that?" he asked, voice not coming out as anything other than flat. maybe even a hint of amusement of what he could say in reply.

it was clear he was just asking to ask. nothing more.

jisung didn't respond, continuously drawing an imaginary house on the table, not even so sparing a glance over in return.