Severed Bonds & Broken Hearts

Sixteen

Minho did not want to move schools, he was happy where he was in Gwangjung, and he saw no reason to move to Seoul. But apparently, his dad's job saw the need so here he was hating his life as he stood in front of a brand new high school mid-first semester. Luckily school had not started yet and some students were walking around with mindless intentions. He pulled his backpack straps tighter and entered the school. His right hand was clutching the schedule he printed out at home.

His first class was a homeroom and was on the second floor so that meant stairs at 8 am every day and he did not like the sound of that. Some students were looking at him, he was known for being an attractive guy but jeez people did not need to stare.

Finally, he found room 2-12 and entered, a few students standing around the room looking at him for a moment before going back to their conversations. Minho was more than thankful to see a seating chart chalked on the board. This was homeroom after all so it was mixed years and kids were bad when it came to willingly sit next to strangers.

All the desks were in twos and he found his name on the wall closest to the window more towards the back of the room. Keeping his head down he beelined for his desk and sat, immediately looking out the window. He heard some of the girls talk about him. 'He's so cute 'I wonder if he has a girlfriend and varieties of those but he ignored them. He continued his watch out the window.

He does not know what he expected to see but it was not a blond hair kid riding a skateboard to effectively eat shit, hitting something Minho couldn't see and going flying off the board and into the pavement.

He stifled his laughter the best he could but it was still noticeable, the few students, more now than when he entered, looking at him funny for just a moment. He watched the poor blonde kid get up and look around, hoping no one saw him fall, when he deemed himself safe he grabbed his board and walked before disappearing into the school, as Minho expected.

Minho turned away from the window, a small smile on his face replaying the fall again and again in his head. It was the humorous moment that would get him through a horrid first day.

The first bell rang and a bunch of students filed into the classroom, hurriedly getting to their seats and sitting quietly. Minho was waiting for a person to take the seat next to him but no one did. He couldn't see the name from where he was but he knew there was a name on the seat next to him.

He waited and waited and finally, his heart stopped when a blob of messy blond hair rushed into the room with the rest. The boy who had fallen entered and headed straight to the seat next to Minho.

"Hi! I'm Jisung and I'll be your homeroom seatmate, the teacher has been preparing me for your arrival for a week or so" Minho was, shocked, to say the least. The kid was cute, too cute for Minho's poor gay heart.

"I saw you fall," Minho was unable to keep himself from blurting it out. He smiled widely when Jisungs face paled and the younger groaned.

"Dammit, I thought I got away with that," he mumbled running a hand through his hair.

Minho laughed lightly shaking his head. Jisung glared at him half-heartedly.

"Well now you much promise to not tell anyone"

"I have no friends to tell Ji so don't worry, your secrets are safe with me," Jisung punched his shoulder. Minho didn't mean to let the nickname slip after talking to the guy for only a few minutes but he couldn't help it.

"That's where your wrong Min, I'm your best friend now, have to make sure you keep my secret," Jisung leaned his elbow on the desk, holding his head up and looking at Minho happily. Minho leaned back, rolling his eyes like Jisung was a nuisance.

"Well then, I guess I'll do alright here"

"I think you will do just fine" 

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This is my favorite Minsung origin story I have written so far :)