Save me.. ||MINSUNG HIGH SCHOOL AU

Crossing the Line

Minho thought he had things under control. After his talk with Felix, he'd tried to calm himself down, to convince himself that what happened with Jisung wasn't a big deal. It was just another fight—one of many they'd had over the years. Nothing had changed.

Except... everything felt different.

Days passed, and Minho couldn't stop thinking about Jisung. Every time he saw him in class, something twisted in his chest. His usual smug grin didn't have the same effect anymore; it only left Minho feeling unsettled. And the silence between them, once filled with the tension of rivalry, now felt charged with something else.

Something neither of them knew how to handle.

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Minho was sitting at his desk during lunch, pretending to study, when he spotted Jisung across the room. Jisung was laughing with his friends, but Minho could see the tension in his movements, the way he kept glancing around, like he was avoiding something—or someone.

Is he avoiding me?

Minho's chest tightened at the thought. Why did it bother him so much? He should be relieved that Jisung was keeping his distance. It meant fewer confrontations, fewer fights. But instead, it made him feel... frustrated. And restless.

He slammed his textbook shut, drawing a few glances from his classmates. Ignoring them, Minho grabbed his bag and headed out of the classroom, the need to escape building inside him.

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The school courtyard was quiet, the perfect place to clear his head. Minho sat on a bench, his mind racing. He wanted to stop thinking about Jisung—stop caring about whatever was happening between them. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. Something they couldn't just ignore.

Footsteps approached from behind, and Minho stiffened. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Minho," Jisung's voice was tense, but there was no trace of the usual sarcasm.

Minho turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as he met Jisung's gaze. "What do you want?"

Jisung hesitated, his jaw clenched as if he was holding back something. "We need to talk."

Minho's stomach twisted. He didn't want to have this conversation, but he knew there was no avoiding it. "Talk about what? How you stormed off like a coward after our fight?"

Jisung's eyes flashed with anger. "Don't start, Minho. I didn't come here to fight."

"Then what are you here for?" Minho shot back, crossing his arms defensively.

Jisung's hands balled into fists at his sides, his frustration evident. "I don't know, okay? I just—" He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to do anymore."

Minho blinked, caught off guard by the rawness in Jisung's voice. He expected another argument, another bout of insults. But this? This was something else.

"I don't get you, Jisung," Minho said, his voice quieter than before. "One minute, we're trying to tear each other apart, and the next, you're acting like... like this is something else."

Jisung exhaled sharply, his eyes narrowing. "You think I get it? I don't. You're the most frustrating person I've ever met, Minho. Everything about you makes me want to scream. But I—" He paused, his words catching in his throat. "I don't just hate you. And I think you know that."

The words hung between them, heavy and undeniable. Minho's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. He didn't know how to respond. Everything Jisung was saying echoed the thoughts he'd been trying to suppress.

"Then what do you want from me?" Minho asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You said I make you feel things you don't want to feel. What am I supposed to do with that?"

Jisung's expression softened, his frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. "I don't know. But I'm tired of pretending this is just about competition. I'm tired of hating you when that's not really what's going on.

Minho stared at him, his pulse racing. He had spent so long convincing himself that everything between them was about their rivalry—about being the best. But now, faced with the truth, he didn't know what to do.

"I..." Minho started, but the words caught in his throat. He wanted to deny it, to push Jisung away like he always had. But part of him—the part he'd been ignoring for so long—was tired of fighting.

Jisung took a step closer, his voice soft but firm. "We don't have to figure everything out right now, Minho. But we can't keep doing this. We can't keep pretending."

Minho's chest tightened, the weight of Jisung's words sinking in. He didn't want to pretend anymore either. But admitting that? Admitting that maybe he didn't hate Jisung as much as he thought? That was something he wasn't sure he was ready for.

"I don't know if I can do this," Minho muttered, his voice wavering. "I don't know what this even is."

Jisung's gaze softened. "Me neither. But maybe we can stop fighting long enough to figure it out."

For a long moment, they stood in silence, the tension between them shifting into something new—something they didn't have a name for yet. Minho didn't know what would happen next, but for the first time in a long while, he wasn't just thinking about winning.

He was thinking about Jisung.

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To be continued...