───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── It was lunch break. Jisung was heading to an empty table with his best friend.
"Hey Han!"
The two boys stopped walking in sync, Jisung whipping his head to the voice. He was met with Minho's blond best friend right before him, too close for comfort.
"W-What is it..?" Jisung gulped, stepping back. Felix stood by his side, confused.
Chan gripped his shoulder harshly, a lopsided smirk on his face. He didn't reply. Without allowing Jisung time to think, Chan roughly dragged Jisung over to a table.
Jisung's heart skipped. Minho was right there. Minho looked dumbstruck, so did the boy seated with him, Changbin.
Chan smirked at his best friends, then faced Jisung.
"So!" He started enthusiastically (a little too loud), "You're Minho's secret admirer, right? You leave love notes in his locker every day."
There was silence. The chatters around had come to a halt once Chan's loud tone voiced the words, grabbing everyone's attention.
Jisung was flustered. His throat went dry. Felix noticed and was quick to defend his friend.
"What are you saying? Let go of him." Felix spat, grabbing his friend free from Chan's grip on his shoulder.
Chan glanced at Minho, smirking. "It's this boy. How gay." He mocked.
Jisung sensed the whispers erupt in the cafeteria. He bit his lips. He wanted to deny it, but there were gravels in his throat. He couldn't speak. He locked eyes with Changbin's sympathetic gaze.
After a painful moment, Minho sighed uncomfortably. "Don't be absurd, leave him alone." He shrugged. "Jisung, go eat something."
"Y-Yeah thanks." Jisung stuttered. Felix glared at the blond Australian, before dragging Jisung away. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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