Dongmin flopped onto his bed for the third time that morning, a loud sigh escaping his mouth like he'd just been sentenced to life in prison. His phone was warm in his hand from scrolling, gaming, and absolutely not studying. With a dramatic groan, he opened his chat with Donghyun and typed with extra bitterness.
Dongmin: I just realized my suspension period technically ended yesterday.
Donghyun: ...and you're still home?
Dongmin: Yep. They told me I have to stay one more week "for safety." Safety from what? The school's common sense??
Donghyun: Bro. That's ridiculous.
Dongmin: That's what I've been saying. No one even investigated anything. Jiseok's out there walking around all healed up, living his life, while I rot like a forgotten banana.
Donghyun: They're seriously not doing anything?
Dongmin: Nothing. No meeting. No follow-up. No "hey, maybe we should listen to the other guy too." Just silence.
Donghyun: So what now? You planning to break in 'Mission: Impossible' style and clear your name?
Dongmin: I wish. My genius brain has zero ideas. Not even a single pathetic one.
Donghyun: LMAO. Genius brain? Since when?
Dongmin: Since always?🙄
Donghyun: The same brain that thought "combining bleach and ammonia to make the ultimate cleaner"?
Dongmin: That was sixth grade. Let it go.
Donghyun: Never. You had accidentally made chloramine gas. The entire house was evacuated.
Dongmin: Shut up...
Donghyun: But for real, what can you do? There's no proof. Jiseok played the poor, injured victim card too well.
Dongmin: Unless I hire a spy or something. Or summon a lie-detecting ghost.
Donghyun: Or you could just stand on the street with a mic and start interviewing strangers like, "Hi! Do you believe I'm innocent?"
Dongmin: ...wait. That actually sounds kind of fun.
Donghyun: No. Stop. I was being sarcastic.🤓
Dongmin: I'd title it "One Man's Journey for Justice."
Donghyun: 💀 Please. Post it on Reddit too. "AITA for maybe kicking someone's ribs?"
Dongmin: I'll put up a poll: "Is Dongmin guilty or just mentally ill?"
Donghyun: The answer is always guilty. And also mentally ill.
Dongmin: Rude. I'm a victim here.
Donghyun: Of your own sarcasm.
Dongmin: I'll remember this betrayal when I'm famous.
The banter slowed after that, the amusement fading into that familiar, low-level frustration humming in Dongmin's chest. He knew it wasn't Donghyun's fault. None of this was. But it still sucked. The helplessness. The waiting.
With a sigh, he tossed his phone to the side and sat up, stretching his arms above his head until his shoulders cracked.
"Time to make trouble," he muttered to himself, slipping on his slippers and heading downstairs.
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Don't Text Me | Taesan X Woonhak
FanfictionWoonhak: You're not Han Jihoon? Taesan: No, I'm not, you idiot. Taesan received a random text from a stranger. Initially, he planned to block the chatterbox, but somehow, he found himself replying to him every day.
