MY OWN STORY. minsung

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Minho never took interest in that boy from earlier. Describing him with words would be a difficult task, even for a God, as Jisung was wholly ordinary: brown hair that had definitely been left without styling; a retained baby-face for his teenage years; a tiny beauty mark on his left cheek, right above a shallow dimple; slightly chapped lips; a bit of acne here and there scattered amongst his otherwise clear skin — the description of an ordinary boy.

But suddenly Minho saw his face everywhere. He saw his seemingly untenanted eyes, so empty, eyes so surface-level staring into the whiteboard's indents and marks. Such marks could only be visible due to the hollow lights flickering and reflecting off the smallest scratches.

He was easily amused how frivolous Jisung was. Minho could just as easily scrap the insubstantial character in the story of his life and take interest in something else, like something worth his time or something that would raise his productivity and make for a better narrative. But Jisung just piqued his interest with how disconnected from the world he appeared to be.

Minho could do a lot of things easily. He could approach Jisung with haste and receive zero consequences feeling no shame. But he believed that a slow pace would be better in building a relationship with the other; haste was an option, just not a good one.

Minho made sure to stare at the other in every class they were in together for a concerning amount of time. It made teachers pick on him with new doubt sprouting — doubt that the prodigy kid was finally slipping. But Minho did not slip. He could not slip. It was impossible for him to slip.

The goal was to pique Jisung's interest in him: to complete part of a puzzle, per se.

After each class, Minho left the class within the bunch attempting to fit into one door and managed to secure a place right behind Jisung every time. He apologised for the close distance and the pushing that commonly occurred within cramped school settings with a honey-smooth voice. All Jisung did was nod in response while the skin at the back of his neck glistened in sweat.

"I swear that Lee Minho guy is always looking at you," Seungmin groaned, throwing his head back with his eyes clasped shut and rocking on his desk chair. "Kinda obsessed."

Jisung raised a brow at his friend's odd revelation. "He can't be looking at me, Seungmin."

The two had arrived to class early after break and their teacher didn't mind them messing around in there for the meanwhile, so they took their respective seats and talked for a bit. Not very 'messing around' of them.

The ravenette deadpanned. "Literally all you have to do is look back to prove it."

Jisung didn't want to admit that he thought the same as his friend. The thought that Lee Minho's gaze was set onto him was excruciatingly nauseating, his head being sent into a spiralling whirlpool of never ending monotonous swirls alike each time he felt a vague gaze.

"I'm very... uncomfortable." Jisung fidgeted in his own seat behind Seungmin, sweat building up at the back of his neck once more. Sick was all that Minho made him feel.

"Yeah, want me to have a talk with that weird ass for you?" He chuckled, then spinning his chair around to meet the other's eyes properly plus await a response.

Jisung immediately shook his head to the point where whiplash had nearly ensued. "No. It's fine."

"No, I mean it, 'Sung. I mean it."

"I mean it too when I say it's fine."

"You never mean it when you say it's fine," Seungmin groaned once more in frustration, "and it's not that hard to confront him. For me anyway."

Jisung smiled. At least his friend liked him enough to offer.

With brows furrowed at the strange nonverbal reaction, Seungmin pursed his lips. "Do whatever you want, man. Just don't die or something."

"Uh oh, freak accident leaves forgettable high school student paralysed!" Jisung snickered. He made mock puppets with his hands and rolled his eyes.

"Plot twist: that Minho kid ran you over!"

Minho walked inside the classroom as it was nearing the time of third period. His seat was on the other side of Jisung's, yet he managed to walk right by the pair of dumbfounded friends and tug a slight smile on his lips.

As soon as he passed, Seungmin leaned backwards once more: "Told you — obsessed." and smirked, sniggering to himself as his chair dropped back onto the floor with a soft clink.

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