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✿ 25 ✿

Minho walked into school on Monday, and for the first time, he wasn't by himself.

Jisung was by his side, enthusiastically discussing the anime they had enjoyed watching during the weekend.

It was nice like that, just the two of them existing in their own bubble without a care in the world.

That is until Jake made his unimportant self known.

He intentionally bumped into jisung's shoulder wanting to create a scene Infront of everyone.

"Is he your little bOyFrIeNd now?" Jake jeered, in a mocking tone.

Passersby stopped as they heard what escaped his mouth, waiting to see jisung's reaction.

He begrudgingly retracted his hand which was interlocked with Minho's.

The expression on the elder's face caused him distress, but he didn't want to burden Minho with anything else. Jisung figured he has enough on his plate already.

One thing he noticed, was that Minho never really talked about himself much. So even if something irritated the older while they were together, jisung wouldn't really know.

So here he was trying to put Minho before himself but regretted it after seeing the look Minho was sporting.

"None of you aren't gonna answer? Guys the fags are ignoring us!"

Jake couldn't help but grin as the people surrounding them burst into laughter.

Minho suppressed the surge of bitterness welling up inside him, from jisung letting go of his hand so suddenly, and shot Jake a menacing glare.

"What the fuck is your problem with jisung?"

"Me?" Jake feigned innocence and gasped a little.

"Who else dick head? The ghost beside you?"

Jake's jaw ticked.
"He's a Twink and a little whore. That's my problem with him."

Jisung's breathing became rapid as he absentmindedly picked at his nail beds with his nails.

"And what the fuck does that have to do with you?"

Minho approached Jake with an intimidating stride, their unwavering gaze locked in a fierce battle of wills.

His anger soared to new heights when Jake failed to respond.

"I asked you a fucking question. What does it have to do with you if he's gay and has a couple bodies?"

Everyone awaited Jake's reply

"It's fucking disgusting having to be in the same school with jishit, so there-"

Minho was taken aback by his sudden urge to punch Jake in the jaw mid-conversation. He just couldn't stand him disrespecting Jisung like that.

Minho swiftly mounted Jake, who tumbled to the floor, and relentlessly delivered blow after blow until the sound of Jisung's tearful cries and desperate pleas for him to stop reached his ears.

After delivering one last powerful punch, he rose to his feet, defiantly spitting in Jake's face before embarking on a quest to find a vacant classroom. He firmly grasped Jisung's hand, dragging him along.

~

The room fell into a hushed stillness during the initial moments, with only occasional sniffs from Jisung breaking the silence.

Minho yearned to grant Jisung the much-needed solitude he craved at this moment, yet he found himself unable to resist the overwhelming desire to comfort the younger one any further.

He took slow, deliberate steps towards Jisung and enveloped his petite figure in a warm embrace. At this point, Jisung had stopped shedding tears and simply remained still.

"What made you do that min..?"

"Do what pretty?"

"Stop playing dumb."

Minho let out a deep sigh before providing him with a response.

"Because someone as ethereal as you, inside and out, does not need to be talked about in such a manner. Doesn't even matter what the hell happened, it's not his place, or anyone's for that matter, to say shit like that to you."

Jisung sniffled a little.
Not once has anyone ever stuck to his side like this. Well maybe except for chan, but..

"My anpanman."

Minho snorted and moved back a little.

"I'm your what?"

"My anpanman. Like that one BTS song?"

"Can't say I've heard it before pretty.."

Jisung gasped and gracefully stepped back, creating a comfortable space between them, allowing him to showcase his dance moves.

Minho burst into laughter at Jisung's adorable performance while the song played in the background.

Jisung couldn't contain his own giggles either.

After he was done dancing, jisung took a bow and Minho clapped his hands really loud while shouting 'good job my pretty boy!'

The unexpected comment caught him off guard, but he swiftly stepped closer to Minho, who simply smiled at him affectionately.

Jisung fiddled with his (Minho's) hoodie as the intense stare went on for what felt like forever.

As their eyes locked, he found himself captivated by the intensity in Minho's gaze. Without even realizing it, they both leaned closer, drawn to each other's presence.

But then...

Ringgg

"Fucking school bell..."

Minho's frustration was palpable as he tightly clenched his hair.
Meanwhile, Jisung couldn't help but suppress a mischievous chuckle, thoroughly amused by Minho's predicament.

Minho's playful tone carried a hint of seriousness as he asked, "Do you find this amusing pretty?"

Jisung couldn't help but bite his lips, his cheeks puffing out as he fought back a burst of laughter, shaking his head in denial.

Minho squinted his eyes but let him off the hook for now.

He once again took jisung's hand in his own.

"Oh right.. why'd you let go of my hand earlier? That low-key broke my heart."

He put his unoccupied hand over his heart for emphasis.

"I'll tell you later, we gotta get to class."

Minho huffed in annoyance but still obliged.

a/n: hated that😛

okay maybe not that much...