Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 5

Step by step, Jisung got used to going to classes.

It was harsh, though.

He had a few comments from teachers, explaining that he couldn't go to the toilets in the middle of a class, nor that he could say remarks out loud.

Jisung got a bit frustrated at some point, his brain freezing with the amount of informations he was learning.

At university, there was too much to learn. In classes, he had too many rules to learn. And at home, he had to many social codes to learn.

He got so exhausted that he spent his weekend in his bed, trying to rest.

He almost regretted leaving his town, then he remembered the amount of efforts he put in to make them agree. He wasn't so regretful, in the end.

On Monday, Jisung was back with energy, and ready to class.

Also, he had Felix. He was a good guy that helped him out. Jisung liked him, so he sticked to him.

From Jisung's perspective, Felix liked him too.

In reality, Felix was a bit embarassed. Not that he disliked Jisung, but he felt a bit awkward around him.

And Felix's friends didn't appreciate Jisung much.

Seungmin and Jeongin just didn't have Felix's patience, and simply shrugged him off.

But there was someone that hated Jisung's guts... And maybe it was Jisung's fault.

"Why is your hair so long ?" Jisung asked curiously, staring at Felix's friend.

"... It's cute" Hyunjin shrugged.

"It's feminine" Jisung stated, innocently "You're really a man ?"

"... Excuse me ?"

Since then, Hyunjin hates Jisung's guts.

Felix had tried to convince Hyunjin that Jisung was simply clumsy. But that didn't work.

Everytime Jisung approaches them, Hyunjin scoffs and leaves right away.

And Jisung wouldn't even notice.

Walking back home, Jisung was excited.

After his restful weekend, he was eager to go back home and study the classes from today.

He let his bag on the ground, threw his shoes off.

He smiled to himself as he got comfortable on the couch, picking his book.

Then he watched his bag, and his shoes and frowned.

In a minute, he had abruptly stand up, running to get his bag and his shoes to throw them inside his own room, before running back to get comfortable on the couch.

And he studies for some hours.

The sound of Minho getting back home didn't faze him.

But Minho was fazed to see Jisung like that.

Everyday was the same. As Minho was hanging outside with his friends, he would go back home and see Jisung sitting and studying on the couch. 

He felt some pity for the unsocial boy.

"Hi" Minho greeted politely, walking to the fridge.

"Hello" Jisung responded, his eyes not detaching from his books.

Minho didn't mind him much after that.

He started cooking dinner, and he couldn't wait to get to sleep.

As Minho was eating his dinner at the table, he frowned upon realizing Jisung was still in the same position.

"You've been studying the entire day ?" He asked curiously.

"Yes" He responded, still fixated on his work.

Minho was confused.

"You know that you don't have to be... always... working, right ?" Minho said reassuringly "You can easily pass the next year and also have a little bit of fun"

"It's interesting" Jisung responded, flatly.

"If you like it" He shrugged, then standing up and picking up his plate.

He brought his dishes to the sink, and realized there was nothing there.

It might be Jisung that washed the dishes, but he was also realizing that he never really seen Jisung eat at home. Or at least, he has never seen Jisung cook.

Knowing the boy couldn't wash the dishes before arriving there, he didn't have much expectations for cooking.

"Did you eat ?" Minho asked.

"Huh ?" Jisung asked, turning to him.

"Have you eaten already ? It's pretty late" He repeated.

"No" Jisung stated, as if it was logical.

"You don't eat dinner ?" Minho asked, confused.

"Why would I ? I ate at midday" Jisung shrugged.

Minho blinked, realizing he had unlock another 'weird Jisung's things'.

"... You know that it's not very healthy, right ?" Minho said, tentatively.

Jisung frowned, staring at Minho.

"It's not" Jisung said, refusing the information.

"I'm telling you" Minho responded.

Jisung frowned more, and thought deeply.

He picked up his phone, and searched about it. He read a few articles, and then turned to Minho.

"Oh" He let out, looking somehow a bit embarassed "You're right"

"Yeah..." 

"Oh well, I should eat then" He added, realizing.

But he didn't move.

He stared at the wall, deeply thinking.

"Does the canteen lady serves food for the night ?" He asked, turning back to Minho.

"No..."

"Oh"

Minho sighed.

He approached the table, and pointed at the bowl.

"I have some leftovers" Minho said with another sigh "Take it"

"You said that I shouldn't take your stuff" Jisung said, confused.

"Not if I agree on you doing it" He shrugged  "Just eat this"

"Thanks" Jisung said with a wide smile, as he rushed to the table to watch the food. He picked up the bowl, and turned back to Minho "You cook a lot for a man"

Minho got taken aback at the sudden remark, but decided to shrug it off.

Maybe it was a weird joke.

He hoped it was.