Seungmin slid into his usual seat next to Jeongin, his bag resting neatly by his side. Their morning class had just started, but Seungmin was already itching for the day to pass and for cooking class to begin. When he opened his notebook, however, a small note fluttered out onto his desk.
Curious, Seungmin picked it up and unfolded it. The handwriting was unmistakable—it was Minho's.
"Hey, hope your day is better than my cooking. You'll do amazing today, as always. Fighting!"
Seungmin's lips stretched into a smile so wide it made his cheeks ache. His heart felt warm, and he traced the edge of the note with his fingers, rereading it a few times.
"What's that?" Jeongin asked, leaning over to catch a glimpse of the note.
Seungmin quickly gave him a look, one that screamed nosy, and tucked the note safely into his bag, shaking his head in response.
Jeongin pouted. "You're no fun."
Seungmin just smiled, his mind already racing ahead to the time he'd spend with Minho later.
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During lunch time, the cafeteria buzzed with chatter and laughter as Felix, Jisung, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin sat around their usual table. Lunch trays were scattered with half-eaten sandwiches and juice boxes, and the group was deep in conversation about the random things that had happened that morning.
"You know," Felix said, leaning back in his chair, "Seungmin's really settled into this school nicely. Don't you think?"
Hyunjin smiled proudly and gave Jeongin a grateful look. "That's thanks to Jeongin. He's been such a wonderful friend to Seungmin. I can't thank him enough."
Jeongin, who was mid-bite of his sandwich, blinked in surprise and just nodded awkwardly. Wonderful friend, he thought to himself. Yeah, right. He's not even with me most of the time... that's just an excuse.
Jisung, as usual, couldn't help but stir the pot. "You know, though, I don't see Seungmin much these days when we hang out. He's always with Jeongin," he pouted.
Seungmin rolled his eyes but didn't respond, instead pulling his notebook out of his bag to show something. He flipped it open to a page and pushed it toward Jeongin , who leaned in to take a look. Jisung, however, caught a glimpse of the name scrawled neatly on the cover: Kim Seungmin.
Without thinking, he blurted out, "Kim Seungmin? Isn't your last name 'Hwang'?" He turned to Hyunjin, confusion written all over his face. "Wait... you're adopted?!"
The words were barely out of his mouth before a loud smack echoed across the table. Felix's hand collided with Jisung's arm, hard enough to make him yelp.
"Can't you shut your mouth for once?" Felix snapped, glaring at him.
Hyunjin sighed but quickly pulled Seungmin into a tight hug. "Yeah, he's adopted, but so what? He's still my little brother, and I love him so much." He ruffled Seungmin's hair affectionately, earning a half-hearted attempt from Seungmin to swat him away.
Seungmin rolled his eyes again, but the small, fond smile on his lips betrayed how much he enjoyed the attention.
The group continued chatting for a while longer, the awkward moment long forgotten as Jisung launched into an overly dramatic story about tripping in the hallway earlier.
Just as Felix was trying (and failing) to hold back laughter at Jisung's antics, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
"Alright, let's go before we're late," Hyunjin said, grabbing his tray.
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𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 || 𝟚𝕞𝕚𝕟
Fanfiction...I want to feel happy... ...I want to feel loved... "Can you make me feel alive?" 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ In which Kim Seungmin and Lee Minho, though appearing to be fine on the outside, are dying from within. Both have closed themselves off in different ways, an...
