Jisung yawned, he was falling asleep on the couch.
He was sleepy, it was past his bedtime but his brother was somewhere and he wanted to wait for him. When the door opened, he sat up and stared at Sunwoo with big doe eyes.
"Ah-sungie why are you awake?!" Sunwoo asked as he frowned and placed his hands on his hips.
Jisung rubbed his eyes as he answered,"I wanted to talk.."
"Eh? Talk about what baby?",he asked as he plopped down next to his brother on the couch.
Jisung cuddled him,"i-i met th-this boy"
"Minho? The one in charge of you?"
Jisung nodder,"h-he made-de fun of the p-plush-shie you gave me ,th-then I told h-him I ca-can't name him unt-untill someone who lo-loves me alot does it"
Sunwoo nodded,"and what's wrong with-"
"He-he na-named it"
Just like that, Minho was listed in Sunwoo's list of death wishes.
Sunwoo had nothing against his little brother falling in love. It was going to happen sooner or later anyways. He was just against the fact that Minho had a horrible record and could actually hurt Jisung, emotionally or physically. He just wanted the best for his little brother. Was that to much to ask??
"What... did he name it?"
Jisung giggled at the memory, "mango! "
Sunwoo laughed airily. "Is that so?"
"Yeah,a-and I asked h-him why, a-and he said be-because his friends u-used to call him m-mang-go. Isn't it a s-silly name?"
Sunwoo smiled once more and kissed his brother's head ,"yes baby, it is silly. Now go get some sleep, tomorrow is a school day."
Jisung nodded, kissing Sunwoo's cheek before jopping (HOW WE GET DOWN? get it? No? Sorry-) his way to his room.
Sunwoo watched his younger brother disappear down the hallway. He pursed his lips and stared at his phone that was in his hand. He unlocked it and tapped the phone icon. He scrolled down the contacts until he reached the one he was looking for.
It rang for a few seconds until they answered.
"Hello?"
"Jisung told me Minho was assigned to him. How was it?"
The male on the other side of the phone sighed, "well, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would. Minho offered to read Jisung a story, and to my amusement Jisung was happy that Minho made the first move."
"Oh, so it went well?"
"You could say that. Why? Did Jisung tell you something?"
"Well yeah, but nothing bad. I just have a bad feeling about it being Minho"
The male laughed, "me too babe. But don't worry, I'll do my best to make sure nothing bad happens to him"
"You better. I'm going to sleep, see you tommorrow... Mr.Jung~"
"Very funny. Good night, Mr.Han"
Sunwoo giggled as Hanwoo hung up. God he loved being a tease.
...
Hyunjin sat at his desk, waiting for his friends to sit next to him. However neither of them appeared by the time the bell rang. He frowned at the realization that they had decided to skip. And of course they did, both of those rats hate english class.
"Ok, students please grab your notebooks from the cubby! We will takes notes for the first-" the teacher glanced at his wrist," thirty minutes so that you guys can have the other thirty to finish the draft for your essay"
And since it was English 2 class, the teacher only spoke English. Hyunjin could only understand parts of it, but he knew the routine. He stood up and made his way to the long line where others were waiting to get their notebook.
"Here, this is yours right?", he asked in English.
Hyunjin stared at the boy who was holding up the notebook. He nodded with a smile after analyzing what he said, "Thanks"
"Your welcome, fag"
Hyunjin frowned tilting his head at what the last word ment. He's heard it a lot in this class, especially directed at him. He decided to brush it off like always and went to take a seat.
"Open to a new page and begin writing down the notes!"
Hyunjin stared at the board, however, Mr.Kang was pointing at things as he explained in Korean and English. Hyunjin had the habit of staring at teachers while they explained, so the other students took it like he was eye raping Mr.Kang.
"God, he is such a fag"
"I heard he slept with the math teacher just so he could get a higher grade"
"Such a slut"
The thing is, no one talks about Hyunjin when Minho and Changbin are around. Its always when he is left alone and in English, where they knew he wouldn't understand very much.
Hyunjin sighed and opened his notebook to a new page, but he stopped when he noticed words in thick black marker. On each page, taunting him. Tears welled up in his eyes, fingers flipping over each page, desperatly finding a new page to distract himself by taking notes on.
There was none.
'Don't you dare tell anyone' that's what the very last page read. Hyunjin stood up, "M-MR.KANG , SOMEONE WROTE ON MY NOTEBOOK"
He held up the book, opened to the page where the words hurt more. 'Why don't you die? Your parents don't like homosexuals anyways'
"Ok who did that?!", Mr.Kang gestured Hyunjin to walk up to his desk.
Hyunjin did so, ignoring everyone's scowled as he passed by.
No one answered.
...
Minho sat on the floor, Jisung in between his legs and resting on his chest. They were reading a book, Goldilocks to be precise, and Jisung was being all giggly.
It made Minho feel troubled, how spending time with Jisung was gradually changing his attitude with others. Jisung made him more understanding and its only been a few days, two; he supposed.
What also didn't help, were the people who dared speak back to him in the hallways or in class. Who were they to do that?! Then they say how he can't do nothing, that he is weak.
That's wasn't good for his record.
He needed to be feared.
