𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 || 𝟚𝕞𝕚𝕟

39 | I Can Fix Him

Minho walked into school the next morning, his bag limply hanging on one shoulder, and his hoodie sleeves tugging over his hands.

Seungmin, who was waiting for him at the school gate, quickly walked up to him and wrapped his arms tightly around Minho.

Minho blinked in surprise, stiffening for just a moment...then slowly melted into the hug, arms coming around Seungmin in return as he rested his chin on the younger's shoulder. The surrounding noise dimmed in Minho's ears, as the sound of Seungmin's steady heartbeat took over.

"You're here," Seungmin whispered, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm here," Minho replied, his smile reaching his eyes.

Yes, he was lost these days, his heart heavy, mind spiraling more often than not. He was quieter, gloomier, more prone to zoning out and falling into places he didn't want to revisit. But somehow... whenever he was with Seungmin, it felt like the air was easier to breathe. His smile around him wasn't something he had to force, it just...happened. Seungmin was his safe place, and he was truly happy whenever he was with him.

Seungmin pulled back just enough to look at him. "You okay?" he asked, though they both knew what the answer would be.

Minho gave him a small grin, tugged Seungmin into a second, even tighter hug, and whispered, "I am now."

Seungmin didn't push further, he never did. He knew Minho would talk when he was ready. He only wished it would be sooner. The ache of watching him silently suffer was becoming too much to bear.

For now, he was only looking forward to the class they had together after lunch, and he knew Minho did too.

Because Minho's eyes always lit up just a little more when they sat side by side. And that smile... the one that bloomed just for him, that could never, ever be faked.

-

Music class was supposed to be quiet time, a chance to focus, to write, to create. But with Jisung and Changbin sharing a table, that "quiet" didn't last beyond the first five minutes.

"Stop changing my lines, you idiot!" Changbin huffed, smacking Jisung's arm with his pencil.

Jisung snorted. "I'm not changing them, I'm fixing them. There's a difference."

"Oh yeah? How about I fix your face next?"

"Oh yeah? Try it."

They were practically nose to nose now, both glaring, both trying to hide the way their mouths twitched with smiles. Changbin poked Jisung's chubby cheek with the eraser end of his pencil, and Jisung swatted at his hand like an annoyed cat.

"You look like a squirrel"

"No I don't"

"Yes you do"

From his seat across the room, Chan just shook his head, lips curled into a knowing grin. He'd long given up on trying to separate them, they were like chopsticks, always stuck together and incomplete without the other.

Eventually, their bickering died down, replaced by quiet laughter and the soft scratch of pencils on paper. They leaned over the same notebook, shoulders touching, heads tilted slightly in toward each other as they began writing lyrics again.

Line after line, the flow was effortless, like the words had just been waiting to be spilled onto the page. Changbin would scribble a phrase, Jisung would hum a melody and write the next one. Their rhythm was instinctive, unspoken, and natural.

Then came the final stretch.

Jisung wrote something soft, something almost shy. Changbin read it, smiled a little, and added a line of his own...bolder, firmer. Jisung's gaze flicked up to him.