First Love | Minsung

•CHAPTER 2•

MINHO

It's been a few weeks since school started. It's been amazing, not going to lie. I feel like my friendship with Jisung has deepened, even if it has only been a few weeks.

Also, my friendship with Chan and the others has deepened.

These days, I barely spend time with my other friends, at least not at school. At the weekends I spend my time with them skateboarding and stuff.

I spend my breaks at school with Jisung's friends or just Jisung. I eat lunch with them as well. I feel very welcome. I ride my bike with Han to and from school. Sometimes we race, and sometimes we don't. But it's still fun.

I thought that if I were just friends with Han, I would forget all about my little crush. But no, I was wrong. Instead, my crush became bigger. My heart beats whenever he gets too close, I can't help staring at him, and I find myself thinking about him a little too much. But I'm not gonna lie, I do click well with him...more than the others. 

But the thing is, I'm straight. I've decided to wait and see. Maybe this is just a normal thing. Maybe it's because of hormones. Not gonna lie though...if I was gay I would definitely go for him. 

I shook the thought out of my head. What the hell is going on with me?? 

Anyways, I have decided to wait at least a month. If the feelings get deeper, or maybe stay the same, I will admit to myself that I caught on feelings for him. 

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I was in P.E. class. The whole classroom had their backs facing the wall of the huge gym. We were supposed to be listening to the instructions the gym teacher was telling us. But that's when I saw it...Han's butt, just there, unhit. I snickered slightly and hit it. 

Jisung stared at me. "What are you doing?" he mouthed.  "Don't hit my butt!" he mouthed again. I leaned towards him and whispered; "Your butt is mine!" Han shook his head. "It's mine!" 

"No, It's mine!"

"Mine!"

"No mine!" 

"Are you really trying to claim ownership of my butt!?" asked Han. I nodded. Han sighed and shook his head. I hit it again. He glared at me playfully. "what?" I asked, acting as if I didn't know what he was talking about. We both laughed, trying our best to not make any noise. 

"MINHO AND JISUNG!" yelled the teacher. "Yes ma'am." we both said. 

We ended up facing the wall behind the teacher with our arms up (Korean school punishment).

"It's your fault!" whispered Han. I laughed quietly.

JISUNG

I love Minho. He's very caring, even if he doesn't admit it. He loves to tease me. Not that it really bothers me! I heard that if a boy likes you, they tease you. I'm not sure, but I think it's for straight relationships. But maybe he does like me. 

I don't think I'll confess. Because if I do, and he doesn't like me, our friendship will be ruined. I love our friendship how it is right now, and I don't want to ruin it. I would rather keep my feelings a secret. Besides, it's just a small crush....what could go wrong?

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Minho hasn't been going to school since that day at the gym. I don't know why. Everything was going fine. 

"As you guys know, a student in this classroom, Minho, hasn't been coming to school. Does anyone in the classroom know Minho's address so they can visit him?"

Nobody raised their hand.

That's when I realized that I have never gone to his house before. I know which apartment building he lives in, but that apartment building is very big. I don't know which floor or apartment he lives in. I could text him, but he hasn't been answering my text messages.

"Ok...then can anyone go to Minho's house today?" 

I quickly raised my hand.

"Ok, go to Mrs. (teacher's name) after school. She'll get the student records and his address." 

I nodded.

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The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. I put my books away faster than lightning, excited to see Minho.

I ran to the teachers' room to find the teacher I was supposed to talk to. "Alright, Minho's address is ________________." I bowed to the teacher and ran outside. I hopped on my bike and rode to his place.

I rang the doorbell. After the second ring, the door opened. Minho stood there, his hair messy, still in his pyjamas. "Wassup Minho!" I said casually. "Hey," He opened the door wider so I could come in. His house was neat, except for all the ramen cups on the living room floor. I sat down on the couch. He sat down next to me.

"So, why haven't you been coming to school?" I asked. "Want anything to drink?" he asked, ignoring my question. "Uh...water is fine." 

He went to the kitchen and poured me a glass. He came back and handed it to me, sitting down again. 

Silence.

"My...mom died." I looked up, surprised by both the answer and the suddenness of the sentence. Without warning, he started to sob, head in his hands. 

"My mom....she had cancer. She was the last one left! I don't have anyone now." said Minho between sobs.

"I'm so sorry, Minho. But anyways, you have me y'know!" I said, my arms around him. Seeing Minho like this felt really bad. I don't know how to comfort people very well, but I try my best.

Minho looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. He buried his face in my chest, making me get butterflies in my stomach. But I let him. 

I think I comforted him well enough. At least, I hope so.

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