CHAEBEOL | minsung

eleven

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Minho contented himself with the seat by the window in the classroom when school beckoned the next week. 

It was already Monday, and already the start of his second week at the new school. What had he learned, aside from the twisted fantasies of private school boys and the unmatched ability of poor people to hide amongst them?

He was only able to bathe in the glow of the morning sun for a few minutes, before a presence beside him jolted his eyes open. 

"Move." 

He let his eyes flutter back closed and brought his arms up to cross lazily across his chest. Aside from that, he didn't move. 

"I said, move." 

The voice this time was closer and with it came the sharp twinge of nails digging into his arm through his blazer sleeve. Jisung was glaring at him, and he twisted his fingers to dig in even deeper. Minho rolled his eyes.

"This doesn't feel like you leaving me alone." Minho spoke quietly enough that his words were hummed just for Jisung to hear.

The younger froze, his fingers still tight against firm flesh, before relenting. Minho peeked one eye open to watch him glance around at the other students, checking that none of them had noticed before flinging himself into the free seat.

Minho let the glory of victory wash over him, too, mingling with the feeling of sun rays into a feeling he could only describe as satisfying. Until a grating voice managed to pull him once more out of daydream.

"Sleeping in class, new kid?" Seungmin scoffed. 

He'd kicked the table leg as he walked past and the harsh movement shook the table, sending a tremor up Minho's elbows. He frowned at the boy who sat at the desk in front. 

Seungmin was tilted in his chair so he faced Jisung, who was smirking at his friend. Minho didn't gratify either of them with a response. 

"I'm talking to you," Seungmin continued with a frown. 

Minho knew that he wanted a reaction. This was becoming clearer to him with each day spent in the hellscape. The elite were used to the other students being submissive, and Minho had made the mistake of biting back one too many times. He was a thrill to them, and this thought annoyed him.

He folded his arms on the table, shoved his head into them. Only three minutes to go until class starts, his brain tried to soothe.

Three minutes had never felt so long, especially not when he felt the sting of a hand slapping the back of his neck. Fuck his irritating spontaneous reactions, because Minho couldn't stop himself from looking up with a murderous look - although it wasn't directed at Seungmin, who he knew had hit him.

It was aimed at Jisung.

"One more and the deal's off," Minho pushed a thin voice through gritted teeth. 

Jisung glanced in alarm at Seungmin, who just looked lost. He cocked an eyebrow at Jisung - what deal? Jisung just shook his head.

"Don't bother, Seungmin. Not worth your time," Jisung answered dismissively. 

The silence that followed was music to Minho's ears, and shortly after Seungmin turned back to face the front with a sullen look on his face. Minho kept his head buried in the space between his arms and the desk. 

"The deal goes both ways," Jisung hissed, pretending to get something out of his bag so he could swing his voice directly into Minho's ear. "Embarrass me in public, I'll ruin you in private."