Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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I saw it coming, but I didn't do anything about it. Either way, I was going to get punched.

His fist lands first on my cheekbone, sending a shattering, painful sensation across my face; then on my stomach, making my breathing stagger a bit as I bent over to clutch my pained body. His hands find their way to the back of my shirt and he throws me to the ground, smirking in satisfaction.

"Hey! That's enough!" a student's voice yells.

"What? We were just messing around!" He claims, kicking my side to try and force me to go along with it so he wouldn't get into trouble.

"Right," Jeongin shakes his head, "the principle wants you in his office, dipshit."

While they argue it out, I'm left on the ground while other students walk past. I was winded, feeling as if I wasn't able to breathe properly. The kick he sent made it worse. Tears threatened to come out, but I breathed through them, not wanting to embarrass myself even more.

"Jisung, come on," a new voice comes into the picture, their hand touching my shoulder.

I look up to see Chris, a senior who I had been good friends with since my first high school year. He offered me a gentle yet worried smile as he pulled me up by my upper arm. I was standing, but I was still hunched over with my arm wrapped around my torso.

"Are you okay?" he questions, walking with me to my first class after I put my stuff away in my locker.

I nod instead of verbally responding, not wanting to show that I was close to tears. Soon, I began to walk normally in order for him not to worry too much. I don't want to be a bother.

"I'll see you around lunch. Be safe," he says before walking down a different hallway.

I walk into the classroom with my head lowered, sitting at my desk in the back corner. Thank fuck that my teacher likes me enough to have placed me in a good seat.

"You okay, Jisung?" Minho questions as I sit down, noticing my flushed cheeks.

"Yep. Just ran into someone on accident in the hallway," I respond, not making eye contact since I still had a knot in my throat from earlier.

Minho was the only person who usually asked how my day was. I didn't mind, but sometimes I ignored him on bad days. I felt bad about it, but oh well. He's an older student. He shouldn't have to worry about me.

Suddenly, a warm hand grasps my jaw and turns my head towards them. Minho looks me in the eyes, and then he glances around my face.

"Who punched you?" he questions, immediately catching onto the small swollen spot on my cheek that I had forgotten about.

"No o-one. Don't worry about it," I swat his hand away, the knot in my throat growing even bigger as I think about it.

I didn't do anything to anyone. Why would they bully me? There's no reason for it. Maybe Kyungho just doesn't want to be seen as gay, even though he claimed we had sex. You know what? It doesn't matter anymore. It's my fault that I ended up in that situation. I was the one sitting in that room alone because my social anxiety had gotten a bit too high for my liking. I was tipsy. I'm the one who let him kiss me.