Severed Bonds & Broken Hearts

Seven

"Minho!" a familiar voice called from across the courtyard. Minho tore his eyes away from Jisung, who he was casually watching, to see Chan running up to him. Chan was smiling as he waved dramatically. Minho did his best to not show his annoyed face.

"Hey Chan," Minho said, picking up his spread-out book in an attempt to look busy.

"Whatcha up to?" Chan said sitting on the bench next to Minho. Minho did his best not to pull away. Nothing against Chan, it was just uncomfortable.

"Was studying, I have a class in 10," Minho explained simply. His movements were stopped by a hand on his arm. His eyes followed the hand and saw Chan staring at him.

"What are you doing tonight?" Chan asked. Minho's gaze briefly snapped over to Jisung, the younger still caught up in his conversation with his friends.

"Working, it's a work night," Minho said. He had been avoiding Chan for the week, not wanting to deal with his advancements.

"Aww that sucks, tomorrow then?" Chan asked, finally releasing his arm. Minho finished packing up his books while pretending to think of what he was doing.

"We are having dinner with Hyunjin and Seungmin and then I work the next night. Not that you care," Minho said, a passive-aggressive tone slipping into his words. Chan hummed in acknowledgment.

"How are they?" Chan asked. Minho zipped up his bag and looked at Chan. Chan was different, his gaze empties as he just looked, not seeing what was in front of him but looking.

"Why don't you just ask them yourself. You were the one who completely cut them off," Minho said nonchalantly. He knew he could get away with more than the others, Chan's attachment to him made it possible.

"You know that's not how it was Min," Chan said. Minho felt weird when Chan called him Min, That was always Jisung's thing. He shook his head and looked away from the Aussie next to him.

"Please don't call me that," Minho said quietly, looking down and messing with the zipper on his bag. Chan's demeanor instantly changed.

"Why? Cause it was his nickname for you?" The way Chan referred to Jisung made Minho shiver. Like Jisung was the reason for everything bad in the world. Minho shook his head, standing up to leave for his class.

"I'm heading to my class, calm your shit before you want to talk to me again," Minho said, tossing his bag over his shoulder.

Across the courtyard Jisung made eye contact with him briefly, eyes concerned but dry before he turned and stalked off without his friends.

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"Felix..." Running into Felix was the last thing Minho expected to happen in his dance class. But sure enough, when he looked up to a tap on his shoulder he almost cried.

"Hey Minho," Felix said. Minho instantly hopped up and hugged the younger. Felix laughed while Minho just held him close.

"What are you doing here, I thought you couldn't dance?" Minho asked, pulling away and looking him up and down.

"I'm allowed to aid this class and do lesser activities. The professor is going to work with me to help my strength and mobility come back. Other than that I am studying to be a child's teacher now," Felix explained, sitting down next to his friend.

"You will be a great teacher, I can already see it," Minho joked starting his stretches.

"Has Chan talked to you at all?" Felix asked. Minho sighed.

"Yeah, I don't know how to avoid him anymore. As much as I love the guy I want him to back off," Minho said. He was careful with his words, just in case Felix would snitch.