Leaf Me Alone // minsung

「⸙ ch.3 ⸙」

MINHO

I slid into my seat, blinking slowly whilst looking around me with disinterest. I had snagged the seat in the very back corner of the classroom, slouching in my seat as I watched people gradually filing in.

Some were talking to one another laughing and chatting amongst their friends; others entered by themselves, quiet and observant. Some had their bag slung over one shoulder, shirt half-untucked, tie loose; others had their hair neatly parted and clutched on to their bag. Some unpacked, quite literally, just a pencil and paper; others laid out what seemed like every possible colour of highlighter available in front of them, decked with calligraphy pens and glitter gel pens galore. In general, quite a varied bunch, but no one that stood out.

And then I sat up straighter. Never in my life did I expect to see him here. Of course, I could never forget about him. He always occupied at least a small part of my mind every day. But right now he was strolling in to my class, shirt tucked in, tie perfectly knotted, hair fluffy, eyes bright, tongue occasionally darting out, gliding across his perfectly pouty lips before disappearing again.

Han Jisung was in my class.

Han Jisung, the cute quokka I had accidentally kicked - okay, but seriously, who checks leaf piles for people before messing them up? - on my first day here on campus.

Han Jisung, the pretty boy I had accidentally offended from day one.

The one and only Han Jisung, who hated me with his whole being.

He hadn't noticed me yet, choosing to sit at the very front of class like the study machine he is. My eyes were fixed on him, a hawk watching an innocent squirrel as he shrugged off his bag and starting getting his notes out.

Of course, Changbin laughed right in my face as I told him about what happened on the first day as we unpacked our things in our dorm. He downright snorted when I said he looked cute when he was angry, and was on the floor by the time I got to the fact that he puffed himself up like an angry kitten that only made me want to ruffle his hair and pinch his squishy cheeks. The only comment he would offer is, "Way to make a first impression-" before collapsing into giggles, to which I only watched on in boredom as my middle finger unintentionally popped up and wouldn't go back down.

He could probably feel someone eyeing him. Maybe that was why he turned around to survey the room. Maybe that was why he looked dead into my eyes when he turned.

Our eyes locked, and instantly I was lost. Lost in his eyes that melted me, pools of dark swirling chocolate that drowned me. I stared into the gentle brown eyes that crinkled when he smiled and shone when the light hit it just right. He was ethereal, a god of beauty in his own right.

And he was glaring at me with the hatred of a thousand suns.

Being the attention-seeker I am, I gave him a slanted grin and a wink, if only to keep his gaze on me for a second longer. He returned a scowl and an eyeroll before turning back towards the front of the classroom.

I stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder and sidestepping along the rows of seats, apologising as I shuffled over, my eyes only fixed on one place: the empty seat right behind Jisung.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

*****

first minho pov, sorry its such a short chapter T^T

turns out maybe the rivalry isn't two-sided hmmmm

if u couldn't tell, this book is mainly gonna be in jisung pov (i think, i have no plan At All)

song rec: stacy's brother

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