The Letters He Never Sent || Minsung

5

Past
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I am running late.

I exit the bathroom in a hurry, running down the halls to get to the dance studio. I had spent extra time in the classroom, trying to write down the notes. I overestimated how long i could do so, so I ended up getting to the bathroom to change later than expected.

As I run through the halls— passing all the students who probably think I am insane— I realize how late i actually am. I am most likely screwed, considering I am the new student and already the first one late to the classes. Maybe he will pity me, I can make up an excuse.

I finally reach the door, busting into it. I take a second to recollect myself, leaning down to breathe. When I stand back up, I am met with an unexpected sight.

The only one in the room is Jisung, and he looked equally as shocked as I am. I look at him, pointing a finger around the room with a confused expression. He looks around too, just as confused.

"Hi?" He says.

"Hi." I say. "Aren't I late? What's?..." I'm panting so heavily i can't even talk.

He stares at me for another second, then starts to giggle. I am now extremely confused, so I scratch the back of my head awkwardly. When his laughter dies down, he looks at me again.

"Late? Minho it's Friday." He says.

I tilt my head and shrug. "Yeah? And?"

"We don't have clubs on Friday." He says.

It takes a minute to sink it, but when it does I am met with a wave of embarrassment. I groan as I put run hands in my hair, not believing my own ignorance. He starts to laugh beside me, so I start to do the same.

"No one told you?" He says in between giggles.

I shake my head, walking over to him. "I ran all the way here, thinking I was late. Nobody ever mentioned this."

He giggles again. "That's a bummer."

I shake my head with a chuckle. "What are you doing here then?" I motion my head to him.

He shrugs. "I am just practicing. Just because there isn't any club doesn't mean I shouldn't practice."

I hum. "Wait so they leave these rooms open to students?"

He nods. "They leave everything open for anyone until about ten every day, then they lock up. They also allow students with a keycard to get in on the weekends."

"A key card?" I ask. I haven't heard anything about this yet, so it is interesting. I can't believe a school would have to much trust in the students.

He nods, looking me in my eyes. "I have one, they are easy to get. You just have to go to Principal Kim and ask for one. You need a good reason for one, however."

I nod, absorbing everything. "So you practice a lot huh?" I walk over to the benches on the sides of the room, taking a seat on one of them as I continue to look at him.

"I do." He says, turning his body towards mine while watching me. "It's my only hobby if I am being honest."

I hum, adjusting in my seat. "Well that's understandable. You already told me that at lunch the other day though."

He giggles. "I did, didn't I? I hope it doesn't become my only personality trait."

"Nonsense." I say. "I bet it won't, you're an interesting guy."

He smiled at what I say, his eyes lingering on me for a little bit longer than they should. He looks away, sighing. "I'm a bit hungry."

"I actually—" I immediately blurt out, causing him to look at me. Maybe I was a bit too fast with this, since it isn't even true. "—I actually always go out to eat after school. Do you wanna come with me this time?"

His eyes light up, and he smiles. He clears his throat, I guess as a way to seem not so excited. "I'm down."

I smile at the boy. His simple words don't match his behaviors, but I would be excited to eat out with a new friend too. Of course, I never have had any real friends so I wouldn't really know.

"Then let's go?" I ask, standing up.

He agrees with a hum, heading over to his bag on the floor. I let him gather his things as i stand awkwardly, then when he is done I motion for him to follow me out. We both walk out of the studio with a smile. I lead him out the side door closest to us, into the parking lot.

After the long walk with us talking about what we like to eat—We eventually come up to my car. "You have your own car?" He asks, a hint of excitement in his words. He gets into the passenger side after I unlock the car.

I smile at his words. "Yeah, something like that."

I refuse to mention to him that it's actually not even mine, I stole it from my father when I left. It's a pretty nice car, a BMW. I get into it and start it, waiting for Jisung to buckle up.

I drive us to a nearby food restaurant, talking to him about what music we like on the way. It started when I asked what we should play, and he asked what I liked. I told him i like the new pop songs nowadays.

He told me what he liked now a days too. He honestly has a good music taste in my opinion, but what gets me is the fact that we never even played a song by the time we got there.

We entered the fast food chain, ordering what we thought looked the best on the menu. It was quick service, so we got our food after only a few minutes of waiting.

"Do you want to sit here or in the car?" I ask, filling my cup with soda from the soda machine.

"Let's sit in here, I don't want to risk getting your car dirty." He says, filling his too.

I smile and click my tongue. "Considerate Jisung."

We head to a small table in the corner, sitting down with our warm food. He takes the first bite, making a sound to express its good. I also take a bite, making the same sound.

"Wow." He says. "It tastes even better now."

"Even better now?" I ask, taking a sip of my soda.

He hums, swallowing the food in his mouth. "I used to come here a lot with my mom and dad when we went on roadtrips." He smiles. "We stopped a few years ago, but I still enjoy the memories."

I hum. "That's a good memory."

He nods. "Do you have any with your parents?"

I kinda flinch at the mention of my parents, shaking my head. "No, I don't."

He pouts. "That's a bummer."

"Yup." I say, shutting down the conversation immediately.

I don't like his reaction, but I try not to show it. The mention of my parents ruined my mood, so the rest of the meal was a bit disappointing. I feel bad, but whenever those assholes are mentioned I can't help but be in a bad mood.

Jisung doesn't deserve my short answers, or my bad mood. It's not his fault, I hope he knows that. I hate how my parents have such an affect on my mood.
Maybe I need therapy.

Damn did they fuck me up.