Leaf Me Alone // minsung

「⸙ ch.28 ⸙」

JISUNG

After Seungmin had successfully convinced Jackson to blur the background of the pictures from the party, the whole panic over my parents murdering me after finding photographic evidence of me in the arms of a boy died down a bit. I still didn't know anything about this mystery man - other than the fact that he was a brilliant kisser - and no one had seen me with him. Changbin looked slightly constipated whenever the guy was mentioned, and Minho tuned himself out of these conversations entirely.

But as life often is, as soon as my party boy problems were solved, new problems arose. They were still boy problems this time. The difference, though, was that these problems weren't mine.

"Sungs. Ji. Jisung. Jisung, are you even listening to me?" My shoulder was about to pop out of its socket with how much Felix was shaking it, and I could only give an exhausted nod at the person trying to take my precious arm from me.

"I am listening to you, Lixie. You said that you saw Changbin walking some random girl to class, analysed every single movement from at least 5 different angles, and ultimately concluded that he was hopelessly in love with her and that you don't stand a chance with him."

Felix nodded, satisfied that I had been following along with the essay-worthy amount of words he had been spouting out as soon as he fell into step beside me. The satisfaction gained from this quickly melted into worry as he started swinging my arm around.

"Okay but I could swear he tried to reach for her hand and then retracted it. He's overthinking-"

"You're overthinking!"

"Shush, now is not the time for interruptions. He's overthinking about physical contact with her because he likes her! What if- SHIT-"

I winced at the slap my poor arm had just received, and my footsteps slowed to a stop as I stared at Felix, stood in the middle of a corridor with a hand over his mouth like he was in some sort of Heathers musical reproduction.

He grabbed my arm again, eyes wide as he stage-whispered, "Jisung. Jisung, what if he's straight. Jisung. Don't tell me I fell for a heterosexual. Jisung what do I do? What if he's straight? Oh god, he's straight, isn't he, and I've been reading everything wrong-"

I pulled him along, holding back an eyeroll at the sheer absurdity of the statement. "Felix, he looks at you like you're the sun whenever you two happen to cross paths, lets you sip from his bubble tea with the same straw when he won't let anyone else near his food, and gives you his hoodie whenever you look like you're about to start thinking about feeling cold. He picks you to be his partner in Hyunjin's dance classes every single time, reserves a seat for you next to him every single lunch and literally encourages you to feel up his muscles which you have no shame about doing by the way I saw you caressing his bicep at lunch yesterday and threw up a little in my mouth. There is no way that this brick wall is one, heterosexual and two, not madly in love with you."

I scoffed at Felix when he side-eyed me, doubt still evident in his gaze as he thought over what I just said. Taking a deep breath, I shrugged as I stated my final and most convincing argument, "Look, if someone as romantically dense as me can see that he's down bad for you, that must mean that he definitely is down bad for you, right?"

Felix finally nodded in agreement. "You are pretty dense."

"Was that the point of my statement?!"

He flashed me a grin. "Obviously."

I started speed-walking away from him, calling over my shoulder, "Well if you don't want my help-"

My arm, predictably, was almost yanked out of its socket again as Felix dragged me back to him. "Of course I want you help my dear Jisungie~"