Minghao's pov
When Jun helped me up, I felt reassurance that everything was ok. That's what I felt when I looked into his eyes, and that's when it hit me that he was talking to me. I snapped out of my imagination and looked at him. "Are you ok?" Jun asked, sounding a bit out of breath. 'Did he run over here..... For me?' I wondered to myself.
"I'm fine." I lied to him, and he didn't believe me one bit. I guess I'm a terrible liar. "No, your not." He bluntly says to me. "Your hand should not look like that if you're ok." He said, pointing at my limp hand.
We stood there for a second, again looking into each other's eyes. I know I like him. It's not news, and it's not surprising considering the few friends I have also think it's obvious, but someone like him would never like me. 'No one can love me; I'm not worth being loved.' That's what my dad thinks, and he's not wrong.
I was about to break the silence, but then Jun spoke up. "Do you want me to help you go to the nurse's office?" He asked, and I just nodded.
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FanfictionJun was the sun Minghao was the moon Warning ⚠: may contain sensitive topics including selfharm, abuse, bullying, suicide. (Completed ✅)
