better with you | minsung |

nine

minho glared at seojun as the older smugly smiled, watching jisung disappear around a corner.

does this guy actually think he turned on jisung?

he had seen seojun's had travel between the youngers legs. he saw the look of pure terror spread across jisung's face. and of course, now jisung has run off to god knows where.

he highly doubted the boy would show up for next period, let alone their study session, but he still wanted to have hope the boy would.

the bell began to ring.

he watched as seojun picked up jisung's things.

"oh," minho rushed over to the older. "don't worry about that hyung. i have this next class with him, i'll bring it with me so he can have it!"

surprisingly, seojun let go of the boys bag & handed over his phone. minho sighed as quietly as possible.

that was easier than expected.

if the boy didn't show up for their study session at least, then he would have to give all of this back to seojun, & he really didn't want to have to do that.

minho walked off to his next period in a funky mood. but it wasn't because of what had happened at lunch. of course he still felt a certain way about that. yet it was something deeper than the lunch incident that minho just couldn't quite pinpoint. whatever it was, it was making him feel guilty.

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jisung had been in the library for almost thirty minutes. he decided, in order to avoid minho's suspicion, it was best if he showed up for their daily study session.

the final bell of the day rang, meaning minho would be here any second seeing as his classroom was so close to the library.

walking over to a bookshelf, jisung realised he would have to jump in order to get it back into the place the librarian's assistant pulled it from for him to borrow.

and so, jisung did just that.

as he did so, minho had walked in, & caught a glimpse of what was under his shirt. what the older saw had horrified him.

a huge patch of scraped up, black & blue skin was on perfect display. it showed long enough for minho to take a mental image of it.

what in the actual fuck is going on at home...

"what the hell is that," minho confronted the boy angrily.

jisung flinched, backing up a bit. "huh? what do you mean?!" he tried to play dumb.

did minho see it?

"you know damn well what i mean," minho hissed back.

"hyung, i'm really unsure of what you mean..."

minho lifted the boys shirt, only for jisung to slap his hand away & hold the shirt back down.

"minho hyu-"

"i'm talking about that jisung. what the fuck happened to you?!"

"i... i-i-"

"be honest with me, please," minho begged.

jisung swallowed thickly.

"s-seojun hyung & i were playing a bit aggressively last night... he pulled me off of the couch during it & before i could say anything he dragged me & gave me the rug burn. i guess the bruises are from me falling," jisung explained as naturally as possible. he was shooken up that minho had seen his injuries.