NOTES | minsung a.u ON HOLD

twelfth note

28/01/19

m;
boy or girl?

j;
wait what? me?

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Jisung sat against the wall in the school gym, his legs cross-cross. He had sat out of this class due to a sudden wave of nausea. His fitness teacher Mr. Jung understood completely and let him take a rest. Felix was a little less understanding and complained in the change rooms for a good five minutes. Jisung just ignored him though, his thoughts too focused on the nauseating feeling in his stomach.

Jisung rested his head back on the wall and sighed, rubbing his stomach. He head was swimming with wonders and confusion. Seeing the boy wasn't keeping his mind busy he had time to think. Time to think about Hyunjin, and time to think about Seungmin.

When his friends came over that Friday morning, Seungmin had asked him what was going on. He was aware that Jisung and Hyunjin slept together but Seungmin wished to know if it was anything more. Especially since he confessed his feeling for Hyunjin to Jisung. Although, Jisung said it was nothing more than a one night thing. He explained to his friend that he was drunk and didn't know what was happening. He didn't even remember anything at first, until he kissed Hyunjin again.

Of course he didn't tell that part to Seungmin, though.

Jisung wasn't sure if what he told Seungmin was a lie, or the truth. Was it meaningless to him? It was true that Jisung constantly felt some kind of yearning. He wanted something more, but did he want it with Hyunjin?

The thing that confused Jisung even more than that, was that he didn't know why all these feelings were coming up now? Had he just been to occupied to stop and think about romance? He'd never felt any sort of physically wanting until now. Of course, he found a couple girls pretty before but Jisung has never thought about being in a relationship with them. Now Jisung slept with a boy and all he can think about is how much he wants it again. With a boy.

"Jisung!" Felix called from the other side of the gym, breaking the boy feee from his haunting thoughts.

He lifted his head and looked to his strawberry blonde friend, "What?!"

Felix shook his head and jogged over with his water bottle in hand. The class was previously playing a very intense game of volleyball which Felix got very serious about.

"The bell rang idiot, time to go," He said when he reached the other side of the gym.

Jisung shook his head and clutched his gurgling stomach, "go on without me. I don't have the willpower to move."

"Yeah you do, get your sad ass off the ground," Felix ordered, gesturing for him to stand up.

With a defeated whine, Jisung rose himself to his feet.

"See? Not so hard," Felix laughed and draped his arm around Jisung's shoulder.

Felix guided the sick Jisung out of the gym and too the change rooms so he could get back into his proper attire.

"Get your fat arm off me, it's weighing me down," Jisung groaned and shrugged his friends arm off.

The two entered the change rooms and Jisung immediately laid down on the benches. He let out another whine and rubbed his stomach, earning a snicker from Felix.