JISUNG
I rubbed my face as I walked slowly towards the dining room. My bag felt like it was dragging me down, and I just wanted to lie on the floor and cry. The phone call I got from my parents - I was honestly surprised they'd even remembered me at all - was not helping, and I've been trying to lie low for a few days. The stunt Minho pulled didn't really help with that, but the gossip around that had pretty much died; people got bored of talking about it and decided to prey on someone else for their newest source of entertainment.
Chewing on my lip, I looked around for my friends at the usual table we were sat at. It had become a regular thing, and the two friend groups had sort of merged into one. Changbin and Hyunjin were shoving each other whilst Chan tried to control the collateral damage, and Jeongin and Seungmin were talking much more calmy to their side. Minho was still pushing around his food, and Felix was watching our friends with a soft smile on his face.
Minho was the first one to see me, instantly perking up and sitting straight, his food abandoned as he sent his half-grin at me. Felix gave me a look - he could sense my mood was off and was asking if I was okay. I gave a small nod, but I don't think he was convinced. He could always see right through my false feelings, and it got really annoying when I couldn't lie to him about how I feel because I was trying to lie to myself about it.
I'm fine now though. I'm okay.
Minho seemed to be in a great mood though, and as I headed over, he patted his lap jokingly, signalling me to go and sit with him. On any other day, I would have just shrugged it off, given him an eyeroll and ignored his attempts to rile me up, but today, my mouth opened before my brain could think about what I was saying.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Minho?"
It was said quietly, almost calmly, and yet the whole table froze and turned to me.
But the floodgates have opened now, and people were going to drown.
"When will you stop fucking harassing me? You can't just saunter into my life with an untucked shirt and that fucked up attitude and screw things up. My life was perfectly fine without you. I didn't need anyone riling me up at every chance they get just to get a kick out of it. You're annoying, you're loud, you're sometimes downright rude, and I don't need yet another fucking asshole dictating my life and controlling my actions. Why don't you go fuck up something else fun, like kicking puppies? Find another form of entertainment and leave me the fuck alone."
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. But I couldn't do anything but stand there, a ghost of myself with any apology or explanation stuck in my throat, the words tightening around my neck until I was unable to breath. I felt sick just looking at Minho's face. He hadn't moved an inch since I had opened my stupid mouth. I just turned and left, feeling his eyes on my back. I felt an overwhelming wave of guilt washing over me, drowning me in his galaxy eyes that were filled with hurt. The air was thick with tension as I stormed out, ignoring the strange looks that were directed at me. I needed to breathe.
Okay. Maybe I wasn't as okay as I thought I was.
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im sorry its so short i cannot write angst yall it physically pains me T^T
song rec: Lose My Breath by Stray Kids (feat. Charlie Puth) it just came out today at time of writing and OH MY GOD I COULD WRITE ESSAYS ABOUT IT ITS SO ADDICTING ITS GONNA BE ON REPEAT FOR AT LEAST THE NEXT MONTH
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