𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖? [𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕩]

Chapter 20 ₊˚⊹ ♡

"Hey Jungkook," I grin, grabbing his banana milk before chugging down. Jungkook turns to me with anger in his eyes.

"THAT WAS MY BANANA MILK!" he shouts.

"Oops," I giggle.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN - OOPS? IT WAS ON MY PLATE. I WILL KILL YOU--" Jungkook roars, trying to grab my neck. I run away from him as he chases me around our table. He can't catch me until he jumps right over the table. He clasps his hands around my neck before choking me in boiling rage.

"Taehyung! Help me!" I gag. Taehyung immediately grabs Jungkook and hugs him tightly. Jungkook tries to wriggle out of his grip, failing miserably as I escape the cafeteria.

I gasped in relief when I suddenly spotted Jeongin walking down the hall with a blush on his cheeks.

"Innie?" I call out to him.

"Oh hey Lix!" he replies, jogging up to me.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I question.

"Like what?"

"Like someone just asked you out--"

"Because your cousin just asked me out."

"... what--"

"Uh yeah... Chan Hyung... he asked me out on a date."

"-- the fuck...? HE DID WHAT!?" I yell.

"He just asked me out--"

"Are you okay with this?"

"I mean he is kinda hot and he's also my type..."

"I'm going to kill him."

"Lix! I was the one who agreed with this--"

"Really? So he didn't seduce you? Or threaten you?" I ask.

"No, why would he--?"

"I'm still going to kill him."

Before Jeongin could stop me, I ran to the basketball courts, knowing Chan always had his lunch there.

"Oi! Chan!"

"Oh hey, Felix--"

"Why did you ask Jeongin out?"

"... cause he's cute?"

"... Okay, since he was the one to agree, I'm not stopping you two from dating. But break his heart and I'll nail gun yours. Doesn't matter if you my cousin, your heart will be put on display in my room," I say to him. Chan nods in fear. Joengin finally catches up to me.

"What the hell did you tell him?" Jeongin gasps.

"Nothing."

"Lix, he's literally shaking in fear!" Jeongin sighs in distress.

"Don't worry about it," I smile, skipping away from the courts.

Walking to class, I realized something.

I haven't seen Hyunjin for a few days...

I am about to ask Minho who is hugging Jisung but decides against it.

He should be fine...

"Lee Minho! Stop clinging to me! I have classes too! I can cuddle with you later but let me go!" Jisung whines, trying to push Minho's hand away. Minho doesn't move and only tightens his arms around Jisung's waist. He looks up with a pout.

"Can't you skip?" Minho pleaded with puppy eyes.

"You idiot! You're the school president and you're the top student in this school! Not to mention I'm the second top student in the school! I am absolutely not skipping classes!" Jisung argues. Minho finally removes his hands from Jisung and sighs in dismay.

"Fine..."

"Felix!" Jisung yells as he notices me leaning on the locker, watching them.

"Hey Sung," I chuckle.

"What class?"

"PDPHE, why?" I ask. Jisung groans.

"Argh! Seriously? I hate sports!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let's go get changed!"

-- PDHPE --

We're playing soccer on the school field and everyone is cheering us on. Jisung is rather exceptional at soccer, he just doesn't show it. Jisung scores a goal, running to me as I embrace him in a hug.

"THAT WAS AMAZING!" I shout, as our class erupts into applause. Jisung grins in happiness. Only 20 minutes to end this game with 7-2 as the score. I notice the other team glare at Jisung as the leader whispers something to his teammate. I squint in suspicion, as my guts twist. Something isn't right. I pull Jisung aside.

"They're going to hurt you."

"What?"

"The other team. I think they're planning to injure you," I whisper. Jisung is confused.

"You think so?"

"Yeah... just be careful," I say to him. Jisung nods as we walk back to our group, congratulating each other.

"Okay! Let's finish this off!" Jisung exclaims enthusiastically, as everyone agrees. The game is going smoothly for a few minutes before I notice the opposition players, getting rough. I keep a close eye on Jisung as a dreadful feeling weighs me down. And that's when I see it. I see number 6 from the other team, glancing at Jisung's chest. I see him swivel his position to face Jisung. Before he could kick the ball, my instincts kicked in. As if the world has gone slo-mo, I watch the shoot through the air at Jisung. But I'm running towards him. The ball never reaches Jisung. Because I interfered.

Stupid of me wasn't it? I could've just yelled at Jisung to watch out, but being the protective friend I was, I took the hit instead.

It must've hit my shoulder... because it just dislocated.

The entire class goes still as they stare in bafflement.

"Uhm... I think I just dislocated my shoulder," I mutter, lifting my floppy arm up into the air. There are gasps traveling around the crowd.

"Why would you... YOU IDIOT! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE THE HIT!?" Jisung screams. I grin sheepishly.

"Sorry...??" I mumble, but Jisung glares at me, "The ball was going to hurt you. The intention of the opposing team was to injure you. I just stopped it from hurting you--"

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO DO THAT," Jisung yells sarcastically.

"I'm sorry!" I whine. Before anything could happen, Jisung dragged me to the infirmary.

"Hey, Nurse Choi!" Jisung greets, "My best friend right here, just dislocated his shoulder!"

"Oh my god! Poor boy! Does it hurt sweetheart?"

"... No."

"Then we must hospitalise-- wait it doesn't hurt?" Nurse Choi asks. I shake my head.

"... Okay then maybe I can just relocate your shoulder... it might hurt and ache for a while, but it would save time and money from going to a hospital..." Nurse Choi offers.

"Okay! I'll do that!" I say.

"Go and seat yourself on the bed, I'll go get some icepacks!" Nurse Choi orders. I sit down but Jisung walks outside.

"Wait! Sung! Where are you going?" I shout.

"I have some business to deal with," he growls.

"You're in high school. What business do you own?" I question. He turns to me and flicks my head, "OW!"

"Not actual business... I just need to talk to some people," he replies. The ominous look on his face stops me from questioning him any further.

I wonder who he has to talk to-- NO SHIT! IT'S THOSE BOYS!

I'm about to leap off the bed and chase after Jisung but Nurse Choi stops me.

"No moving!"

"But-but--"

"No buts, I need to fix your shoulder!"

"He'll kill them-- OWWWW!"