Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 2

It was Jisung's first day for classes, and his actual first day in an actual school.

To say he was delighted would be undermining his real feelings.

He woke up with a jump, rushing to his clothes he had neatly prepared the day before.

He had prepared his outfit with the books he had at home, back in his town, so he wore white pieces of clothing, and a tie.

As he left his room, he frowned at seeing how his roommate was dressed. He was wearing such basic clothing, just a big hoodie and some jeans. Jisung felt like being judgmental.

As he walked to the table, he noticed a little cereal bowl.

And he smiled, remembering his mother's breakfasts.

He walked towards it.

"Thank you" He said, picking up the bowl.

At the sound, Minho turned to him, frowning right away.

"Um" He said

Jisung smiled at him, before bringing the spoon to his mouth and humming in contentment.

"Well, this was for me" Minho awkwardly said, staring at the bowl in the boy's hands.

"Oh-" Jisung said, looking at the bowl.

Innocently, he handed it to him.

That disgusted Minho. Slightly.

"No... keep it then..." He responded, not really knowing what to do or say.

So Jisung shrugged, and continued his meal. And soon enough, he finished it, leaving the bowl on the table and rushing to grab his coat.

"Jisung ?" Minho called, before he had time to leave.

"Yes ?" He responded.

"Did you pick up a water bottle from the fridge ?" He asked, frowning more.

"Yes ?" He tilted his head to the side, clueless.

"... Well... that was mine... I paid it ... with my money" Minho responded, completely taken aback from Jisung's lack of consideration.

"Oh, okay" Jisung smiled.

And right after, he left.

So Minho stood up, in the kitchen, watching the bowl left on the table and the fact that Jisung had stolen from him and didn't seem to care at all.

He blinked, deeply confused.

Jisung soon understood that going to classes was harder than he thought.

In fact, he didn't know how.

After rereading his timetable for the hundredth time, he ended up understanding he had to go to a room.

And after getting lost a few times in the big corridors, he found the class he was supposed to be.

After watching the room for a few minutes, and noticing how everyone was dressed as randomly as his roommate, he thought longly about where he was supposed to sit.

He looked around himself, trying to see if the seats were named or not. Well, they weren't.

So he choose a row where there was just one guy sitting.

And he sat right beside him.

"What are we doing now ?" Jisung asked as he sat down, interrupting the boy's peace.

"Excuse me ?" The guy said, a bit taken aback. He removed his headphones and stared at Jisung.

"Hi, I'm Jisung, 20, First year student" He smiled widely.

The guy got a bit confused.

"Hi... I'm Felix ... First year as well... Because we're sitting in the same class..." He said

"And what are we doing now ?" He asked again "It's my first time in class !" He said, smiling again.

Felix thought for a minute, then realized.

"... Home-schooled ?" He asked curiously.

Jisung nodded eagerly

"Oh" He understood, nodding and deciding to be civil with the weird boy "Well, we wait for the teacher to enter and we take notes when he starts talking"

"Do we stay sat ?" He asked

"Yes"

"Do we give him something at the end ?"

"If he asks for it, only"

"Do we ask questions ?" 

"Yes, but not much" Felix responded, a bit tired from all the questions.

"Oh okay" He smiled "I'll try"

And Jisung might have interrupted the class many times to ask questions.

Minho sat in class, and let out a long sigh.

"So, your new roomie ?" Changbin asked curiously.

Minho looked at him and scquinted his eyes

"... Weird" He responded

"Weird ?" Chan asked, surprised Minho would say someone is weird "Like the party-kind ?"

"No" Minho responded "Like the 'I have no social rules' kind"

"What ?" Changbin asked.

"In such a short period of time ?" Chan asked

"He... speaks and dresses weirdly" Minho said.

"Why so judgmental ?" Chan frowned.

"I'm not" Minho shook his head "He just ... really speaks weirdly, like way too formally" He shrugged "And he dresses like a guy that comes from the 1920's"

"Kinda cute" Chan shrugged.

"No but I'm sincerely wondering if he doesn't actually comes from the 1920's" Minho sighed "It's not all, also"

"Mmh ?" Changbin asked curiously.

"He... stole from me in the fridge... and my breakfast... right in front of me... that was very obviously from me..." Minho said, still pretty confused.

Chan and Changbin actually cackled at that, completely baffled.

"And he didn't seem to care" He said, putting a pause "At all"

"Well" Chan chuckled "Looks like you'll have a shit ton of stuff to tell us from now on" 

"I regret asking my former roommate to leave" Minho whined loudly.

"That guy was a degenerate" Changbin laughed "You're better with a 1920's guy"

"Who knows" He whined more "Watch me finding out he goes to uni by horse"

Chan laughed at his lame joke, lightly hitting his shoulder.

"What's his name ?"

"Jisung" Minho responded "Not tall, round cheeks and a blindly white outfit" He chuckled "You'll find him easily if we pass by him"

"Can't wait to see"