Leaf Me Alone // minsung

「⸙ ch.8 ⸙」

JISUNG

Okay, so maybe staying up until 1 in the morning streaming that show wasn't the best idea when I had an early class the next day. But bad decisions can't be reversed, and so I could only wander into Mr Park's class, still a little bleary-eyed, coffee in hand, hoping that it would keep me going enough to survive this class and the rollercoaster that was Minho.

I made a beeline to my seat, but to my surprise, someone was already sitting there. I squinted, srunching up my nose when I realised who it was.

I am not awake enough for this.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, already feeling a massive headache developing. I even counted the number of seats - maybe Minho just chose to sit next to me today for some reason? Not that that'd be any better than him taking my spot.

But no matter how I counted, Minho was still sat in my seat, in the front row. Evidently, he had noticed my prescence, and he had the audacity to wave at me. From my seat.

I stormed over, and a little bit of me was prepared to dunk my coffee on the pretty little head protecting his microscopic brain. But the bigger, more rational part of me knew that it wouldn't solve the problem. So instead, I stood next to Minho, fucking Minho, pasting the brightest, fakest smile I could muster on to my face.

Minho looked up at me, not a care in the world, leaning back in my chair, and shot me an innocent smile. His eyes were laughing at me.

"Hey, Minho. How are your internal organs doing on this fine day?"

Minho tilted his head, confusion evident on his face. "What do you mean, squirrel?"

The corner of my mouth twitched, almost unable to cling on to the fake smile I was desperately maintaining. "Oh, nothing much, just thought you'd be able to see them since your head is so fucking far up your ass."

Minho's head fell backwards, and his laughter surrounded me, the sound sending tingles - of annoyance, annoyance - up my spine. I scowled, my facial muscles finally giving up on fighting to keep the stiff smile on my face.

"Are you planning to get off my chair any time soon? Or do I have to push you?"

Choosing to ignore the increasingly impatient tone in my voice, he continued to smile that stupid smile at me. "I felt like sitting a bit nearer to the front today, squirrel. I wanted to pay more attention to the teacher, right? Thought you'd be proud of me, being the smart study machine you are. You're the smartest person I know, Jisung."

I averted my gaze, instead attempting to burn a hole in the desk that Minho was sitting in front of. My desk. "Showering me with compliments isn't going to convince me to go sit in your seat instead."

Minho pouted, struggling to hide a grin behind his pretenses. "Worth a shot."

I narrowed my eyes, sighing in frustration. "Won't you move already? You've made your point: lessons are about to start."

"It's just one row, Jisung."

"Exactly. Moving back to your original seat isn't going to drastically affect your grades, Minho. It's just one row."

"Yeah, but I sit there all the time. It's my turn to sit at the front now."

"Since when did we take turns? This is my seat, I've sat here since the beginning, and I don't intend to switch just because some random guy decided to throw puppy eyes at me."

"I'm just some random guy to you, squirrel? I'm hurt. We were really good partners a few lessons ago, were we not? Also, technically it isn't your seat, the school owns it."