𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑆 • 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑈𝑁𝐺

𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑆 5 ☆

☆ Song recommendation:
"Fix you" by Coldplay

Minho entered the classroom, his footsteps echoing in the quiet space. Jisung, as usual, was already seated at his desk, his attention focused on writing something in his agenda. The air between them crackled with tension, a palpable reminder of the unresolved conflict lingering between them. Minho decided he shouldn't talk to Jisung, assuming he was still upset about what had transpired earlier.

As Minho took his seat, he couldn't shake the weight of guilt that settled heavily on his shoulders. He blamed himself for what had happened with Felix, not just today, but everything that had occurred over the past two years. But before Minho could delve further into his thoughts, the teacher entered the classroom, disrupting his introspection.

"Good morning, class," the teacher announced, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "You don't need to say good morning back to me, I know you do it out of mere obligation, none of you sitting here are that polite. Anyway, what I was going to say... Oh, yes! You're going to work on a project in pairs, which I've already taken the trouble to form, and you're going to give a presentation on a study you will conduct on the market about a specific product or industry, analyzing trends, competition, and opportunities."

Minho's heart sank as the teacher continued, dreading the inevitable pairing announcement.

Not Jisung...
Not Minho...

"Han Jisung and Lee Minho. Since both of your parents own large entertainment companies, you can do it about that..."

Both Minho and Jisung cursed inwardly at their assigned partnership.

"That bitch..." Minho muttered under his breath, unable to contain his frustration.

"It's the first time I've heard you say something I agree with," Jisung remarked dryly, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"It's a common feeling..." Minho responded, his voice tinged with bitterness.

Minho just wanted this presentation thing to pass as quickly as possible to easily get rid of Jisung. He turned his attention to his computer, opening a new document to avoid further interaction with his assigned partner.

"Do you have an email or anything where I can send you everything for the presentation?" Minho asked tersely, his gaze fixed on the screen.

"I can give you my number, so you can text me if you suddenly come up with an argument for the presentation while you're in the shower or something," Jisung quipped, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Minho rolled his eyes and shook his head, ignoring the last part of what Jisung had just said.

"Here." Minho took out his phone and handed it to Jisung so he could write down his number.

Jisung quickly wrote down his number, but didn't include his name.

"Why didn't you put your name?" Minho asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"What if you were with your dad and he saw that someone named Han Jisung had texted you? Hmm~"

"Put any nonsense..." Minho grumbled, growing increasingly irritated by Jisung's antics.

"Okay..."

Jisung wrote "Squirrel" as the contact name and returned the phone to Minho.

"You call me that behind my back, it's nothing new, but personally think I look more similar to a quokka." Jisung said nonchalantly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, squirrels and quokkas aside, obviously we can't meet at your house or mine..."

"Shh, stop there. My parents will be away for a whole month for work reasons, so we can work at my house perfectly."