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"jisung, you didn't text me last night, what happened?"

his friend hyunjin asked him,

if you could call him that.

"mom took my phone. why does it matter?"

"I just.. you never ignore texts. it's like that thing is glued in your hand." he mumbled, motioning to the device in his hands,

"why do you care?" he scoffed

"woah, jisung why wouldn't I?" the brunette asked, wide eyed

"you never, ever talk to me in person anymore, when you do, you act like I'm broken. when I make plans, you cancel them, when I do call, you ignore me and my messages are left on seen. ever since minho left, you don't give a shit!"

"j-jisung I'm so sorry.. I had no clue you felt that way, I didn't mean it-"

"really? then why is jinyoung behind you laughing?" he scoffed as hot tears fell down his face,

"i-"

"fuck off, hwang." he muttered, shoving past him and leaving through the glass doors, not caring about school anymore. he found himself not caring a lot more often

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