The Bully ~ Minsung AU

Chapter 3

Chapter 3- Minho's Injuries- Tuesday, October 6

3rd POV

Minho didn't hate Han Jisung but he found it amusing when he would poke fun at him. Han Jisung is one of the only openly gay men at their school so he was an easy target for Minho to make fun of.

Minho didn't like to consider himself a bully but he knew others saw him that way. He never hurt anyone physically, he could of, but he didn't. He could make anyone cry with his words though. He found it somewhat stress relieving from his home life to say witty comebacks and be in arguments. Many told him he should join the debate Instead of Terrorizing others. He just thought it was too late to turn back now.

Han looked at him, eyes widening, while he was struggling to pull the glass out of his leg.  After a few seconds Minho looked back up to see him staring still. "What are you looking at, Fag." Jisung then snapped out of his trance and scurried to the nearest stall, not taking offense to something he is called often.

Han would usually run away but he told himself he would learn to stand up for himself. Step one was not being scared. He didn't want to run into Minho or the others this early in the day though. He just had to drink that large Americano.

Han hurried to finish and went to wash his hands while avoiding eye contact with Minho. While washing his hands he glanced at Minho on the ground struggling to pull one large piece of glass out of his leg.

Han didn't know what happened to Minho but he instantly felt bad for him. But He somewhat had the urge to help him, instead of letting him suffer. After washing his hands he walked over to Minho and bent down and observed his leg. Still trying to avoid eye contact as was still afraid of him.

Minho was quite surprised to see the boy so close to him. He was usually too scared to speak to him, let alone be this close to him. He just looked at the boy while Jisung looked at his leg.

"Give me your tweezers," Jisung said in a kind voice. "why, do I look helpless?"Minho said harsher than meant to come out. "I mean I-I just Want to help p-plus if you let me do it w-won't be as difficult a-as if you were t-to do it y-yourself," Jisung said shakily while looking down at the floor where some blood dripped. He regrets asking, worried what Minho would do if he became genuinely upset.

Minho thought about it for a second, and as much as he didn't want someone like Jisung, or anyone as a matter of fact to help him he didn't want to be late to the first hour by not being able to pull some stupid glass out of his leg. He may not be a nerd, but he has to pass class and succeed in life if he is ever going to escape his father. So going to class actually matters.

Minho pushed the tweezers into Jisung's hands, "Hurry it up, I don't have time to wait on a slow ass" Jisung just nodded slowly while crisscrossing  his legs and bringing Minho's leg on top of his legs.

He slowly and carefully pulled out the little pieces purposely avoiding the bigger ones. Jisung was having a hard time concentrating with the thought of being starred out, so even though this man is the last person he wants to be talking to right now, something's got to keep it from being quiet. With the lack of similar interest the only thing that came to mind was: "What happened?"

Minho eyes darted to the boy, not at immediate anger, but surprise to hear his voice.  He was zoned out thinking about how soft jisungs hands were, how he is being so kind and gentle with him, Minho felt as if he didn't deserve help. It had been a while since anyone was kind enough to do something for him like this. Even if he wasn't a fan of this particular person touching him.

"What?" Minho asked despite having heard him the first time "what happened?" Jisung repeated himself. "Nothing." Minho replied not giving it anymore thought. He felt as if Jisung didn't deserve an explanation, it's not like Minho asked for his help.  Jisung didn't push, for hopes to not be verbally abused by the latter.

Jisung finally got all the tinier pieces out, now all that was left was the slightly larger piece of glass that was odly stuck in his lower shin. It seemed to be a place with a precious scar.

Jisung slightly tightened his grip on the tweezers and started to pull before Minho pulled back. "You idiot, what the hell!" Minho yelled out in pain. Jisung flinched.

Minho didn't mean to express his pain, but the pain was unbearable in that moment. He didn't mean to scream at someone that was convienencing him, even if it was just
Han Jisung, so he apologized.

"..sorry" Minho whispered just enough so Jisung could hear.

Jisung wanted to laugh at the idea of Minho apologizing. Minho, The Lee Minho, JYP High Schools' most intimidating bully just said sorry to him. What's the catch?

Jisung didn't reply.

Instinctively, Jisung tried comforting him by grabbing Minho's hand and telling him if he felt pain just to squeeze. Jisung naturally is a  very caring person so Minho being his biggest threat doesn't cross his mind.

Minho in the other hand was weirded out,
So he quickly threw his hand off Jisung, "I'm fine." is all he said. Jisung doesn't really care, if anything relieved to have less contact with the man as possible.

He knew it was dangerous but to cause Minho the least amount of pain he took the tweezers and quickly pulled the piece out. Minho eyes shut in agony at the instant pain and he jumped from where he was positioned on the floor right into jisungs lap. He grabbed his shoulders for a moment, in attempt to lessen his pain, in which it did.

One he was back to reality and the pain subsided, Minho quickly moved off, even glaring at Jisung like it was his own fault. Jisung couldn't react before looking down and spotting blood starting to flow out of his small wound and quickly grabbed the first aid kit he kept in his bag for reasons like this while trying to not to move Minho much, as he seemed to be in pain, no matter how tiny the wound actually was. Jisung finished cleaning everything, and put in the last littlebellow kitty band aid.

"Um thanks" Minho mumbled and Han only slightly nodded in return. Minho ruffled his orangish pink hair. Jisung looked at him flustered. Minho didn't notice though because he was suddenly sucked into his thoughts.

It dawned upon him I let a boy help me, and I liked being helped. I trusted him to help me, and he did it with such pacience and kindness. I sat in his lap and I got nervous.

Why did he have this twisting feeling in his stomach? Jisungs a man, and he Is Not gay. It clearly was just because someone was finally showing care for him.

Minho quit thinking and pushed Jisung away, gabbing his bag, and walking  back to where his friends were.

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