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어떻게

Minho walked into the school, on a hunt to find Jisung. All he needed was to find was to people laughing and smiling. After all, he was a little sunshine.

Eventually, he found that place.

"Can you guys move." Lee abruptly said, starling some people ahead. But seeing who the voice belonged to, they quickly moved - partially due to being scared of him.

"Han, I need to speak with you." Minho softly said, tone completely different to the people he just snapped at. This confused the shorter male.

"What for...?" He furrowed his brows, indicating his confusion. They never really spoke and when they did, it was never more than five words - not including the insults, of course.

Minho, who was already annoyed, partially dragged Han to the changing rooms. Shutting and locking one of the cubicle doors behind them.

"Are your pants loose..Can you move them?" Minho demanded.

"Sorry dude, but I don-"

"I'm not trying to fuck you! Just lift up your fucking pant leg." Minho quickly exclaimed, with a slight red tint to his ears from the misunderstanding.

Jisung just stared, clearly uncomfortable with his current situation. "Er.. No thanks" He tried to walk out whilst masking his limp, only to pushed aggressively against the wall. Even Lee felt the force he used, his own body jerking at the impact.

Grabbing quite aggressively at Hans leg, Minho felt a sudden stinging sensation within his own. Before Han knocked him over, making Minho land flat on his back, on the cold changing room floor.

"Don't fucking do that." Han snapped, his tone coming out harsh and hoarse.

Leaving the bathroom with a more noticeable limp, Jisung slammed the doors. Leaving Minho, still laying there on the dirty ground.

He dumbfounded.

"We're really synced.." he breathed out shakily.

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Minho kept staring at the clock, his leg going up and down, as he waited impatiently for the bell to sound and for break to start.

He wanted, no. He needed to speak to Jisung.

As soon as the bell rang, he dashed out. Leaving people to stare in confusion as he rushed by them. He was on a mission to find Han Jisung, once again.

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"What now." Han whisper, yelled. Evidently annoyed by the fact that Minho kept dragging him around. Especially this time, seeing as they're now in boys bathroom and more specifically a toilet stall.

'He clearly doesn't have people skills' Han thought.

"Answers." Minho shortly replied. Han took a second but soon realised what he was referring too.

"Isn't it obvious? I fell dumbass. That's it." Han tried to make some room between them.

"You're telling me.. a little fall gave you That Much anxiety." Minho emphasised his words.

"What do you mean..?" Han became worried, not understanding what Minho was saying.

"We're synced Jisung. Isn't that fucking fantastic." Minho sassed. 

"No.. no way. Syncing is natural and with someone you love." Jisung quickly formed his words, shaking his head as he spoke. He tried to convince himself more than Lee.

"Well.. whatever they did with us in that lab place, clearly fucked us both up." Minho sighed, looking at Jisung who was still shaking his head.

"I don't believe it." Han stated firmly.

Minho suddenly raised his leg and threw his foot down, standing it on the toilet lid. Before yanking up his pant leg and exposing the marks from the night before. "And that's not the only place. But I'm sure you know where the rest are."

He continued, rolling it back down. "You feel whatever your partner feels. Even their pain, no matter how far you are or how severe it is" Minho recalled what he previously read on the topic, quoting it perfectly.

"I'm so sorry-"

"I just want to know what caused you to feel that anxious.. cause a fall wouldn't make you panic like that.. not for that long." Minho interrupted. "Plus my cheeks felt damp for ages. So, I know you was crying too." He said with a slight gentler voice and tone.

"I.. Its nothing." Hans' lip wobbled and quivered. Minho knew he was close to tears, he didn't just see it. He felt it.

"Give me your phone." Jisung quietly asked, trying to keep the tears from falling. "Please.." Minho pulled his phone out without a word, handing it to the younger.

Jisung shakily typed in his number "If.. if you ever feel it again or..or something similar, please tell me." He handed the phone back to Minho. "I'm.. quite clumsy. So I'm sorry.."

Minho simply nodded. With that, Han walked out of the stall, sliding past Minho and leaving the bathroom.