cinnamon boys

me and my husband

'and i am the idiot with a painted face in the corner taking up space, but when he walks in, i am loved, i am loved.'

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about five minutes into the lesson, the door opened quietly and minho appeared. the teacher didn't even ask where he'd been and just motioned for him to sit down.

minho made his way over to the vacant seat and plopped his bag down, leaning back on the chair and slumping down with his arms crossed.

he looked...angry? frustrated? maybe even sad? what had happened?

no. jisung couldn't be asking the questions. if he worried about minho, then he'd become too attached and if he was too attached, he wouldn't be able to ignore him and if he can't ignore him...well, hana will deal with that.

jisung bit his lip and began scribbling down notes from the lesson.

"hey, little one." minho whispered. jisung just kept his head down staring at the notebook in front of him, not wanting to make eye contact.

"little one?" minho gently nudged his foot.

when he didn't get a response, a frown settled on his face. why was jisung ignoring him? had he done something wrong?

"jisung?" minho tried to touch his hand but the younger flinched away, turning his head to face the window, resting it on his palm as if he was interested in what was happening outside.

did his friends tell him something?

"jisung, look at me please." the older pleaded. he seemed desperate but the younger didn't budge, only turning his gaze to look at hana.

her back was to them but jisung knew she was smiling. he knew she felt victorious and he knew that she knew that he felt like shit.

he felt like such a horrible person for ignoring minho and on top of that, he was doing it for a purely selfish reason: to not get beat up.

he flicked his eyes back to the window, struggling to keep his tears in.

he felt so guilty, but he couldn't help it. he was so weak that he had no choice but to listen to hana.

the class went by excruciatingly slowly with jisung ignoring every single attempt the older made to get his attention until he eventually gave up.

minho concluded that he would just have to be quick enough to capture jisung at the end of the lesson, although the lesson seemed to drag on forever and ever.

as soon as it ended, jisung bolted up, grabbing his bag and shoving his papers inside, most of them crumpling up as he hurried then with no care.

"jisung! jisung!" minho called and grabbed his hand, pulling him aside.

"l-let me go..." jisung tried to pull his hand away but minho wouldn't let him as he was much stronger than the younger.

"jisung. what's wrong, little one?" minho trapped him against the wall, everyone had left at this point, including the teacher, all of them wanting to get to lunch.

"m-minho, please." the boy avoided eye contact completely, staring at his feet as his legs started to shake with anxiety.

"little one...listen, what's going on, hm? why are you ignoring me?" he asked in a soft voice.

he placed his free hand against the boys cheek and caressed it gently, "no pressure, sweetheart." the new nickname caught the boy off guard and his whole face flushed a pretty red colour making minho smile inside.

minho cocked his head to the side as he stared intently at the boy in front of him, trying to get a word out of him.

"i-i'm sorry, minho. i-i'm s-so sorry..." the boy felt tears well up in his eyes thinking he'd really done something wrong. he didn't know who to listen to, hana or minho.

"no, no, little one, shh." minho let go of his hand to cup both of his cheeks and wipe the stray tears that escaped his eyes, "what happened, sweetheart? what happened?"

jisung clutched his wrists to keep his hands in place, he leant into the touch of the older, liking the warmth of his hands.

"h-hana said, um- no, i-i can't tell you, minho, i-i shouldn't be seen with you. i-i'm sorry. i-i'm so sorry." jisung tried to push his hands away but minho dropped his grip to his wrists.

"why can't you be seen with me? what did hana say? that bitch." minho muttered the last part under his breath.

"sh-she's gonna hurt me." he whispered under his breath, biting his lip and finally looking into minho's eyes only for a moment before flicking them back down to his feet.

"who? hana?" minho's eyes wondered over the boys face, a concerned expression etched into his face.

jisung bit his lip and nodded, not wanting to make eye contact with the older in front of him.

he knew tears were rushing down his cheeks, he knew he looked pathetic. he didn't want minho to see him like this. so weak over a potentially empty threat. he couldn't even stand up to himself.

"little one..." minho wiped the tears away as best he could, "i won't let her hurt you, yeah? she won't hurt you. look at me please?" minho brushed a strand of hair out of the boys eyes.

he knew it had only been one lesson, the boy had only ignored him for an hour at most, but he couldn't help become attached to the younger. he was so pure, so innocent, like an angel. minho just wanted to ruin him so painfully slowly, break him apart and piece him back together so carefully, so beautifully, so gently.

jisung lifted his head to meet the older's eyes, flushing slightly at the sight of the comforting smile, "so pretty, hm?" minho brushed a hand through his hair.

"i-i'm sorry f-for ignoring you, i-i didn't want to-to cause any trouble." he held minho's hands gently and played with his fingers.

"you didn't cause trouble, little one. you only did what would keep you from being hurt, hm? if she tries anything i swear i'll kill her." he frowned.

jisung only shook his head, not feeling like talking anymore.

"you want to skip the rest?" minho offered but jisung shook his head again, skipping lessons again would surely get him kicked out.

"okay," minho checked the time, "we have twenty more minutes left of lunch, let's get something in that tummy of yours, yeah?" the older smiled softly as he stared at jisung's wide doe eyes, "it's gonna be okay, hm?" he whispered before he led him out of the classroom and into the canteen.