Drama Club

veinte uno.

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She stuck around like an annoying bug for the first few days. Felix was really the only person who noticed how it was affecting Jisung. As the now nine of them sat at a table in a restaurant, Jisung angrily stabbed the pasta that Minho had actually ordered for him. He wanted to not eat it out of spite, but he was super hungry so he ate.

Minho was in between Jisung and Eunmi. He felt really awkward between the duo, but didn't want to say anything to hurt either one of their feelings. He just sat there as stiff as a board. He felt that the slightest movement would be wrong. Across the table, Changbin watched his friend sit there awkwardly. He decided to retrieve his phone from his pocket and pulled his hand away from Felix's grasp just long enough to text the older before returning his hand to Felix's again. After a few minutes, when Minho had yet to check his phone, Changbin gently spoke, "hey, Min, could you check your phone for me please?"

Minho nodded, "yeah, sure."

The male took his phone out and saw Changbin's text, 'You alright?' It was a simple question and yet, Minho wasn't sure how to reply. He was sat between someone he used to have feelings for, and someone he did have feelings for. It really should have been a 'yes' or 'no' question, but Minho could only reply, 'I don't know.'

"So, how have you been?" Eunmi asked Minho quietly, but Jisung could still hear them both.

"Okay," Minho shrugged, "you?"

"I've been good," She smiled, "missed you though."

Minho only nodded, "oh."

"Have you not missed me?" Eunmi questioned with a playful tone.

At first, but then no, would have been too mean to say. So, Minho went with, "I don't know."

Eunmi pouted, "ouch."

"Well, I just...I mean, yeah," Minho stumbled, but because he felt awkward, and he didn't want to be mean. Eunmi didn't see it that way though. And neither did Jisung, who was clutching his fork so tight, that his knuckles had turned white as he tried to refrain from crying.

"Even after a few years, you're still cute, Minho," Eunmi said with a chuckle. Jisung breathed in through his nose, and out through his mouth.

"Uh, thanks," the older nodded. Eunmi chuckled again. Jisung hated that sound.

"What, you don't find me cute anymore?" Eunmi asked.

"I-uh, I don't know," Minho responded again.

"Aw, so sad," she replied, "thought you might still be in love with me. We used to have so much fun while running around tagging places, remember that?"

Jisung abruptly stood and left, going outside to get some air. Minho was quick to stand and go after the male, "Ji?"

"Don't call me that. My name is Jisung," the younger stated.

"I.." Minho felt his heart sink a bit, "I thought we were closer. I thought we were friends."

Jisung sighed with tears in his eyes, "I don't even know. I just need air."

Minho walked over to the younger and went to hug him, "If I did something, I'm sorry."

Jisung shook his head and took a step back. And as he spoke, his voice broke, "don't hug me. Y-You didn't do anything wrong."

"It doesn't feel that way," Minho replied, "What can I do? I want to help."

"Nothing, I'm fine," Jisung dismissed, "go hang out with the others, okay? I'll see you in a bit."