Stay ~ A Stray Kids Fanfic

Han

Han's POV
The Next Day

"And that's all for class today. Be sure to review the notes from today because they will be on your test tomorrow. Thank you."

I slowly rise with the rest of the class and bow as the teacher dismisses himself. I stay standing, however, the second students begin mingling and chatting with one another again. I don't look at Minho as I pack my things. He knew, though...he knew I see him and am deliberately choosing to ignore him.

It hurt nonetheless. Usually, he'd be over at my desk by now, chatting up a storm about how much he hates Chemistry or what we should do after school. We'd only hung out a few times on our own, and even those were subtle. I hadn't touched him—kissed him—since the dare.

And since then, every glance, every direct contact sent my skin flushing pink and my heart beating heavily. It all felt real until yesterday.

His lip and nose were still a bit swollen with caked blood, his eyebrow cut barely holding on with his bandaid. He looked awful, but it hurt more to see him look at me because every glance was a plead, of him begging for forgiveness.

My earbuds are in as I swing my backpack around my shoulders. The group chat is quiet. No texts since last night.

I only saw Jeongin once today, in which he wanted a deeper explanation for everyone's sudden mean for space and distance. His smile had disappeared for the rest of the day after that. Seungmin wasn't taking it well either.

Now it was lunch, and I couldn't decide if I much rather sit in lethal silence with them or hide somewhere else.

"Jisung?"

I turn to see Chris with a hand on my shoulder. "Yes?" I pull an earbud out, the music drawing back as the roar of students files back in. All the conversations combining into the sound of flies that brought a frown to my lips.

Chris rolls a shoulder, his aura hesitant. "I don't know about you, but I don't wanna sit with those two going at each other's necks for a few days."

I show a weak smile. "Me neither."

"Do you wanna maybe go to the film clubhouse and help me edit? I could use a hand, but only if you want to."

My smile unconsciously widens as I nod. "Sure, although I don't think we can truly call that classroom a clubhouse just yet," I chuckle beneath my breath.

He laughs with me, rubbing at the nape of his neck nervously. "You're right. Say why don't we—" he stops as a familiar, tall blonde enters, his scarred face catching eyes as he walks.

We don't say a word as he passes, daring us a quick glance before continuing his way. I feel my heart slide back down as I let out a breath. "I never thought I could be terrified of him," I say in a hushed tone. I couldn't find the willpower to say his name, not when he said all those things.

"It'll blow over soon. We've been friends for barely two months," he sighs loudly. "We were bound to fight eventually."

"Right, right." Not wanting to further to topic, I notion him down the hall, away from where everyone else was headed.

We spoke every now and then, but with my introvert ass, it never got far. It wasn't until we reached the classroom did he talk again. "Alright!" He claps, scanning the empty room, his eyes landing on the desktops. "Go start her up and I'll get the SDS card." He disappears through a little closet door that lead into a dark room shared with the photography club next door.

     I log in and pull up the editing software Chris had showed up our first week in the club. Another log in screen shows up. "Shit," I whisper, forgetting what we used for that. A notification tone is heard, my eyes moving to the bottom of the screen asking if I'd like to click "use 'remembered' password?"