Different

°•♤•° Chapter Twenty-Five °•♤•°

°•☆•° Word Count: 1,733 °•☆•°
   °•♡•° Time to Read: 10 mins °•♡•°

TW: fake blood, verbal harassment, homophobic slurs
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"Alright, class, when the final bell rings at the end of the day, you all have to report to your homerooms for the festival preparations," the teacher announced. The class responded with a uniform, "Yes, ma'am."

As soon as the teacher had sat down at her desk, done with her lessons for the day, the students erupted into conversations.

Jisung turned around in his seat to face the youngest two of the friend group. "So, what are your homerooms doing?" He asked.

"Um, well, mine is doing that talent show thing, which Seungmin is doing with me, but that's about it," Jeongin replied.

"Mm, and my class is doing a mini art exhibit. Guess whose idea that was," Seungmin said in mock annoyance, referring to his blond partner.

"Oh, really? Hyunjin putting his art on display?" Felix questioned.

"Yeah, he's super excited about it. And honestly, I'm happy he gets to show off his artwork," Seungmin gushed, smiling to himself.

"That's cool. Well, me and Felix's homeroom is doing the Café thing, so if you guys want free food, I can sneak you something," Jisung said with a smirked.

Felix hit him playfully. "Yah, you know that's messed up," he scolded. Jisung laughed it off but raised his eyebrows at the other two to show he was serious.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class and their conversation.

"Alright, I'll see you guys later!" Jisung called out, heading to his next block.

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The moment the final bell rang, Minho was heading straight for Jisung's homeroom. He knew he had tasks assigned to him for the festival preparations, but he wanted to check in on his boyfriend first.

He popped his head into the first-year classroom, searching among the black and brown heads that zoomed about like busy bees.

He caught eye of Felix's blond hair squated down, and he followed it like a beacon. He made his way to the back corner and found Jisung and Felix working on a sign for their café.

"Oh, hey, Minho!" Felix bubbled.

Jisung looked up upon his words. "Hey, Min. Do you not have to help with your class's stuff?" He questioned, still focusing on the poster below him.

"No, I do. I just wanted to check in with you first. Have you had anything to eat yet?" He asked sweetly.

"Not yet. I'm actually kinda hungry, now that you mention it," Jisung responded.

At that moment, Minho pulled a small, clear package out of his jacket pocket and offered it to Jisung. The brown-haired boy took it tentatively, noticing that it was sweet bread.

He looked up at Minho and smiled. "Thanks,  Min," he said quietly.

Minho leaned down and placed a quick kiss on the top of Jisung's head. "Alright, I'll see you later," he said sweetly. He ruffled the hair he kissed and left the two to their work.

"That was so sweet. I feel like I'm gonna vomit," Felix teased, playfully pushing Jisung's shoulder.

"Whatever, like you and Changbin, aren't the same way," Jisung huffed.