Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

6

I head straight to the library, entering it even though I'm pretty sure I wasn't allowed in there. I quickly walk towards the back where I could hide behind the bookshelves. Once I was there, I plopped into a seat and rested my head on the table.

Why does this always happen to me? Why can't people just treat me normally? Am I really that bad? Can they really not handle me?

Picking up my head, I look around at my surroundings before pulling out my phone. The school's wifi password had gotten out without the staff knowing, so I could easily go on social media. But I didn't.

I stared at my home screen, debating on what to do. I ended up putting it back into my pocket. An overwhelming feeling of hurt and sadness was still enveloped in my chest. I couldn't bare it. It hurt like hell.

I slowly let go, letting the tears flow free. No one was here. Sure, it'd be better if I let go at home, but what was the point of holding it in?

Sobs racked my body. Although no one was here, I didn't want to let out too much noise because again, I wasn't supposed to be there at this time.

I sat there for a good ten minutes before finally coming to a stop. My eyes felt swollen and my lips were dry. Can't I just skip the rest of the day?

"Jisung?" God, really? Can't people just-

I shoot up from my seat, seeing Minho walk towards me. I send a smile, surprised and panicked that he was here.

"Hyung! What are you doing here?"

Yes, I was aware that I looked awful. This was just another bad day. That's all it was.

"Hyunjin told me you'd be in here, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. What happened with Kyungho?" He questioned, making my smile falter.

"Nothing, why?"

"Because there's a very clear recording of you and Kyungho fighting in the hallway about 15 minutes ago that someone posted."

All of the color drained from my face. I fell back into the chair, letting all good emotions drop from my face. For like- what? The third or fourth time today, I began to cry.

"I just wanted him to leave me alone," I sob, not caring if I looked ugly while crying.

"Oh angel," Minho rushes forward, taking me into his arms and letting me cry into his shoulder.

I've already cried on his shoulder twice today. And to be honest, it felt nice. Not the emotions, but the feeling of him being there. Out of all the years I've known my friends, never once have they been here like Minho has. And we've only just become friends.

"It'll be okay. It'll be okay. You sure told his ass off. And I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you again," he promises, kissing the top of my head.

The action would've made me blush if I hadn't been crying my eyes out. My fingers found his t-shirt material and grasped it, rubbing the cloth in between my thumb and forefinger. It was soft. And smelled nice. Fresh.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I ask after having sat there in that position for a few minutes once I had cried all my tears away.

"Because I see a good person in you."

"We've only just become friends though," I point out.

"I've seen you around more than you think. We're always together in class. You're always so generous to people, even if they somewhat treat you badly. All the talks we've had in our first hour, too. You're funny and kind. You don't deserve to be sad," he explains, unconsciously playing with my hair.

"Thank you," I whisper, holding onto him tightly. He was warm. He was kind. He was there. "For everything. For always asking how my day was. For always talking to me. For being there when you barely even know me."

"Of course, I'll always be here for you," he says in the most gentle voice.

"Do you want to hang out today? It's Friday after all. You don't have to. I was just wondering," I ask, feeling the urge to be near him and not wanting him to go away.

"I'd love to. I have work after school, but I get off around seven. Is that okay?" He questions, making my heart jump.

"Yeah. That sounds great," I reply, happy that he's able to come. "I'll send you my address after school."

It's funny how we haven't changed our positions since he came. We were sitting on the floor while I was basically in his lap. He held my waist and I had my arms lazily wrapped around his torso. My head was resting on his shoulder while his was resting on mine. Anyone would think that we'd be dating or something.

"The bell is going to ring in about ten minutes," he says, making me pout. I pull back, looking at him with sad eyes before going back to my original place.

"I don't want to be here anymore," I say without thinking. He could've taken it any way. I don't want to be at school, or here. Alive.

"Just a few more hours, I'm sure you can make it. What's your last few hours? We could somehow meet up in between times."

"I have English, history, and then biology," I say, having my schedule memorized.

"That's great! I have a free period, English, and then music. I'll be waiting for you after your classes," he says, making a smile appear on my face.

"I'll be expecting you there," I say, not good with trusting people. But I had a feeling I could trust him.