gray side ; layhun

I Don't Know

"Finally the guy stops being obnoxious."

"Yeah, that was relieving. I feel annoyed everytime he stood by his murals, like he's bragging that he's good and he knows that."

"I know right? I wanted to punch his face when he–"

"Excuse me, do you have any problem with me?" Sehun silently watch the scene as he eats with his friends as per usual in the cafetaria, the sickening feeling inside him still won't go away. There was two guys leaning on the wall right beside the doors, and they started to talk bad about Yixing just when he walked in.

Yixing's face has a blank look on, left brow narrowing. He's wearing his black snapback, the one he always wore to school, and he has blotches of paint on his blue trousers and white converse. He probably painted something. Sehun watch the look on his face and subconciously study it. Since when do his eyes look sad like that?

"Say it to my face if you do." He looks calm, but Sehun knows he would throws a punch in just a second at the two guys

"Yixing," A hand landed on his shoulder, it was Yifan. "Let's go." The raging look on his face vanished in a second, his face soften as he stares back at Yifan's eyes. And then they leave, Luhan sending the two males his middle fingers before following his friends, draping an arm over Yixing's shoulders.

"Hey, what's going on with Yixing?" Chanyeol murmured. Sehun looks away from Yixing's retreating back, looking down at his untouched food instead.

"I don't know. He becomes quieter. Still rebelling, but queiter." Minseok shrugs, eyes going to Yixing's figure who was laughing softly at something Luhan just said. But it sounds sad.

"Everytime I look at his eyes, I feel sad." Jongdae said, his lips curling into a frown. "Is he alright?"

"Did he do any mural today?" Junmyeon asked.

"No, he didn't. The hallway looks bare without his art." Baekhyun shakes his head. Sehun knows Baekhyun is a fan of Yixing's art, he always talk about it.

"Do you know what happens, Sehun?"

Junmyeon's question pulled him out of his reverie. He slowly returns the older's gaze before trailing them to Yixing's figure, who was looking down on the cafetaria table while he talks about something. The expression of his face doesn't have any trace of happiness like he usually has. It makes his inside lurch again.

"I don't know."