You had me at hello - minsung

Chapter 15

It was the first lesson of the day, and for Minho, it was unfortunately english.

Minho was undoubtedly terrible at it, even if he tried. He had flunked the test that he just did, and definitely would flunk the rest, not only in English, but probably the rest of the subjects as well.

Felix was in the same english class as Minho, and since he was from Australia, he didn't really have go learn english, but the school insisted for him to do so, and now he just helps people like Minho who were also struggling at the language.

"Oi! What are you doing?" Felix whispered to Minho as they were sat next to each other. Minho had almost fallen asleep when Felix woke him up with his deep voice.

"What, I'm tryna sleep... " Minho mumbled, attempting to open his heavy eyelids.

Felix rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. Minho had placed his arms all over his work, smudging the ink from his pen on the table as he was being so careless.

Felix tapped his shoulder for the nth time, before Minho finally got up.

"You need to do your work, and now!! Yes, we may have a substitute, but that doesn't change the fact that you need to do work!" Felix exclaimed, tapping his pen irritatingly on the table.

"Ugh, fine... It's not like I have a choice anyway..." Minho yawned loudly, disturbing the rest of the class from doing their work.

He had crumpled up and ripped a few cringy love letters that he had received from girls that rolled their skirt up way too high and threw them on the floor for them to see.

Picking up his pen, he took his arms off his work and saw the mess he had created.

"Awh, fuck." Minho sighed, attempting to fix the sheet of paper with random english words on it that he couldn't understand. To him, it just seemed like the words were jumbled up and swimming about of the piece of paper, as if they were in a swimming pool, and no matter how much Minho practised and studied, it would never make any sense.

He also saw that his hands were blotched with the ink that had smudged onto his sheet of paper.

Minho sighed, lifting up his hand to ask if he could wash the ink off.

"Excuse me, Miss?" He asked, out loud in a terrible english accent. The teacher lifted her head from the test she was marking and looked over to where Minho was sat.

Careful not to smudge any more ink any where, Minho lifted up his hands and showed the teacher the situation he was in, as he didn't know how to ask in english.

The teacher tilted her glasses down little and shook her head, tutting loudly.

"Minho, I don't understand what you mean by that. Use your words. " She said, staring at Minho rather intensely.

Most of the class had now stopped what they were doing to look at the situation that was happening.

Minho shut his eyes in embarrassment, still holding his hands up, though they were aching.

Awkwardly opening his eyes again to answer the teacher's command, he quietly mumbled, "C-can I go to toilet, please?"

A few giggles and stifled laughs could be heard around the room as the teacher nodded, giving Minho permission to leave the room. Quickly getting up from his seat to avoid being humiliated from his classmates, Minho ran out of the room, cursing to himself.

"FUCK!" Minho screamed down the corridor after he saw it was empty. He had just embarrassed himself in front of, what, 30 people? Yeah. that's how shitty he was.

Once he found the cleanest bathroom in the school, he started washing his hands, an emptiness filling him. Minho sighed.

Why does it have to be now when my thoughts take over? For fuck's sake, I'm in school. Can't my overthinking leave me alone for once?

Minho finished washing his hands, shaking the water off his smooth skin as he turned off the tap. He leaned his body across the basin.

He let out another loud sigh, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom burst open, followed along with muffled cries.

Minho immediately turned around, his eyes meeting with a dreadful Jisung.

Minho gasped loudly, quickly running over to Jisung, who had placed himself on the floor, as he wasn't even aware of where he was.

"J-jisung?" Minho asked, crouching down to look at Jisung, rubbing his back.

Jisung took his hands away from his face after hearing the familiar voice and after realising that the "familiar voice" belonged to Minho, he immediately wepted louder and threw his arms around his shoulders.

Minho pulled Jisung into a tight and comfortable hug as Jisung cried into his shoulder, whispered comforting words into his ear.

"Shhh, it's okay now, you're with me." Minho whispered quietly, stroking Jisung gently. He was still confused as to why Jisung was crying, but that could be saved for afterwards.

"She-she.... " Jisung managed to mumble out of his mouth, followed by a few sniffles. Minho put his arms on Jisung's shoulders and pushed him back to look at his face more clearly.

There was a huge cut that crossed through his now bruised cheek, and Minho could feel his hands trembling under his grasp.

Balling his hands into fists as he gently let go of Jisung, he immediately got up and went out of the bathroom, determined to find whoever did that to Jisung. Off the top of his head, the suspect must have been someone from Jisung's class, because no one would have been able to get hold of Jisung's attention, unless they were doing a project together.

Before Minho could go anywhere, Jisung came out of the bathroom and held onto Minho's shoulder, preventing him from going anywhere.

"You- you can't." Jisung said desperately, tears threatening to fall down again.

Minho looked back at Jisung, and then sighed. He needed to catch who ever did this to him, but he couldn't just leave him alone. That would just be rude of him.

After a few minutes, Jisung had slightly calmed down, and Minho kissed him gently on the cheek before they both went out of the school toilets and into an empty classroom.

Once the two had settled in the cold seats of the class, the window slightly open so a soft and gentle breeze blew in, Minho asked Jisung, "I want you to tell me everything. What happened, who was involved, what time."

Jisung hesitated for a moment. He knew he had to tell Minho at some point, but he just didn't know.

Soon, after intense and thorough contemplation, Jisung finally spilled.

Oooo, cliffhanger. Anyway! As you can see, I'm back! Sorry it took a while, you know how things can be at times. I was actually thinking of quitting but I didn't so yeah 😇 see you in the next chapter!!!!!!!