Don't touch me // Minsung

2. 𝘙𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

As expected, the class bored Jisung and his friends to death. His attention only laid on the little doodles he was drawing in his notebook, his hand only moving to stop himself from dozing off. At times, he looked outside the window but his gaze inevitably lost itself in the void. He did not even notice the yellow leaves appearing on the trees, signs of an early Autumn this year. And even if he did, he would not care less actually.

At times, he glanced at a very focused Minho, and even if he was sitting on the opposite side of the classroom as Jisung, he could still see him quite well. He was taking a lot of notes and, if his face seemed peaceful, his body betrayed him. His leg kept bouncing under the table, he could not stop spinning the pen in his hand, and well, he jumped a bit every time someone coughed or something fell on the floor.

Unable to stop making everyone around him nervous, Minho could not help but sigh of relief when the teacher switched the lights off to show them a documentary. The darkness of the classroom protecting him from the incessant stares.

But Jisung turned back to look at his friends, annoyed. They had already seen this video at least three times last year. They all rolled their eyes in a sigh, tired of losing their time once again.

Jisung watched anything but the video, slowly wondering if he should sleep, if the teacher would see him or not. And at some point, his gaze fell on Minho. Again. He was fighting to stay awake, taking notes but inevitably plunging back into sleep a few seconds later, his head dropping down before waking up to catch it back in time. Jisung observed him slowly falling asleep and did not think much of it, he himself being tired but still, he thought it weird that he was dozing off literally on his first hour of class that day. But again, he did have some huge bags under his eyes... And well, he did not know anything about him, so how could he judge him?

As soon as the lights switched on again and the class ended, Minho woke up, yawned and rubbed his eyes. He left quickly without talking to anyone, only glaring back at the people who looked at him. Jisung picked up his blank paper now full of doodles and tossed it as he joined his friends already outside.

"Did you take notes? I didn't even write one thing."

"Yeah I'll text you later", Felix said as they left the building. The fresh wind instantly resurrected Jisung a bit; the air had always been too suffocating inside the classrooms.

They walked home together for a while, enjoying the summer ending. Soon the sun would disappear and only the cold remain, leaving anyone with nothing but a coat and seasonal depression, and Jisung hated it. But at the same time, it was a good excuse to stay home and not see anyone, to not move or feel pressured to do anything, to not fake having his life together in front of his friends...

"By the way, I was so right", Seungmin interrupted Jisung's gloomy trail of thoughts, unwillingly forcing a smile on his face. Maybe he confused the other members but Jisung knew exactly what he was going to say.

"He's a fucking weirdo."

"Yeah you're right." Hyunjin shut him up immediately, earning a laugh from everyone in the group.

"What? You don't think I'm right?"

Seungmin defended himself and went on again with his theory but no one listened to him seriously. To them, he was just ranting like an old man, and they teased him about it, even Jisung, filling his empty heart for a little bit.

The next day, Minho had unwillingly become the talk of every student. The size of the university did not matter in the case of gossip. Thousands of students had heard about him and news was spreading too fast these days, even if he had just been on campus for one hour of class.