Red String | Minsung

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Jisung really wasn't looking forward to seeing the brown-haired male. He sighed before entering the classroom. Luckily, he managed to get there before him, with only a few other people sitting in the classroom. He sat in his usual seat, before going on his phone while waiting for class to start.

A few minutes later, he felt someone smack the back of the head. He looked up, already knowing who it was. "What the fuck is your problem, Minho?" Jisung glared at the older male. Minho seemed taken aback for a few seconds. "What, you finally have nothing to say?"

After hearing the latter, Minho snapped out of his short daze. "No, you just look like more of a nerd than usual." He retorted. Jisung groaned. "Fuck off." Minho just walked to his desk, which was of course directly behind Jisung. Why did he have to sit there, of all places? It gives him an advantage of pissing me off. Jisung thought to himself.

The second bell rang, and the teacher walked into the already noisy classroom. Mr. Kim silenced everyone and began his boring lesson. The class droned on and Jisung could barely pay attention enough to write the notes. He held his head in his hands and groaned. He always hated this class, and it didn't help that it was his first class, so he was always tired. Minho actually didn't bug him as much as he usually did, which Jisung was thankful for.

Apparently, he had spoken too soon, as he felt the other kick his chair. Jisung tried to ignore it even if it infuriated him. But of course, knowing Minho, he decided to kick his chair again. Jisung was so close to whipping his head around and punching him right in the nose, but he somehow managed to keep his composure because he didn't want to get detention. Eventually, Minho stopped because he didn't get a reaction out of him.

The class eventually ended, and Jisung was thankful to leave that boring class. As he grabbed his things, Minho just had to grab his glasses. "Minho, give me my fucking glasses." Jisung spoke, enraged. Minho put the blonde's glasses on and squinted. "Man, you're blind." He snickered. Jisung tried to snatch them off his face but ended up slapping him as he couldn't see well. That worked for Jisung, though.

"Gee, someone's angry." He took off the younger's glasses and placed them down in a random desk. "Where the fuck did you put them, asshole?" Jisung flamed. Minho didn't answer and just left. "That fucker. I'm gonna kill him." Jisung mumbled to himself.

He heard footsteps coming toward him as he felt around for his glasses. The person handed him his glasses. "Here." The unknown male said. Jisung grabbed his glasses out of the stranger's hand. "Thanks..." He paused before putting his glasses on. "Seungmin?" The red-haired male nodded.

Jisung knew the male because he was friends with Hyunjin, another person Jisung hated. "You should probably get going, you don't want to be late for your class." He simply said. "You're right. Thanks again, I guess." The blonde scratched the back of his neck awkwardly before grabbing his things. The other just nodded and Jisung left the class.

Jisung forgot he had a spare this period, so that made him feel a little less angry. "Let me guess. Minho?" Jisung heard Chan's voice as he opened his locker. "What do you think?" Jisung said passive-aggressively. "Yep, definitely Minho. What'd he do this time?"

"Calling my a fucking nerd because of my glasses. And of course, he stole them and put them on, saying how blind I was. And then, he had to go and put it somewhere I didn't know, obviously knowing I wouldn't be able to see them." Jisung ranted. "Yikes. He really knows how to get on your nerves." Chan sighed.

"And to top it all off, I even tried to control my anger. I don't want to get detention, but I really wanted to just beat the shit out of him right then and there." He said infuriated. "Alright, okay, let's calm down now." Chris tried to console him, which obviously didn't work. "Hell no. If he was like this to you, you'd be the same way."

"I doubt that. Unlike you, I can control  my anger." He replied. "Bullshit. Trust me, you wouldn't be able to control yourself after one day of his shenanigans." Chris just shook his head. "Well, I'm heading to class, see you at lunch. Oh, and tell Felix that we're eating in the cafeteria."

"Why can't you?" Jisung groaned. "Bye, Jisung!" The older shouted. I swear. Always making me do shit for him. Jisung huffed before heading to the library to 'study'.

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Minho walked down the hall, heading to his locker. He thought about how dumb Jisung looked. Just when I thought he couldn't look more like a nerd, he had to show up with those. Minho snickered to himself.

If we were being honest, Jisung's outfit and glasses took him off guard, and he thought it was quite cute, though he would never admit that to anyone, and would especially never admit it to himself. "Minho."

"Yes, Chris?" Minho answered as he grabbed his things. "Why were you such a dick to Jisung today?" The Australian questioned. "How could I not? Did you see how he looks?" Minho snorted just thinking about it.

"Seriously, Minho. I don't get what about him you don't like. He's a nice kid." Chan defended the younger. "He's fucking annoying, I told you this already! I don't get how you can tolerate him enough to be friends with him." Minho retorted. "Well, can you at least leave him alone? You don't have to like him but I can tell that even though he gets really angry, he is affected by what you do."

"Let me think... sorry, but no. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to attend." The brunette stated. "You really are a dick, Minho." Chan replied. Minho just gave a peace sign in response as he walked away.

Minho wasn't just gonna simply stop tormenting the other. They despised each other for years. There was absolutely nothing he liked about the blonde. Just looking at the younger pissed him off. It was like looking at a bug. There was nothing to like, and that was what Jisung was to him. Nothing but a pest.

He wandered into his class. He saw that his friends Changbin and Hyunjin were already sitting, so he approached the two. "Hey, Minho, why do you look pissed?" Hyunjin laughed. "Jisung." He replied. They didn't need any further explanation. The brunette sat at the desk in between his two friends, chatting away while they waited for the bell to ring.

"So, there's this guy..." Changbin started. "Who, Felix?" Minho guessed. "H-how did you know?" He stuttered, surprised. "Oh, come on Changbin. It's so obvious. You always stare at him instead of paying attention in class." Hyunjin snorted. "Well, it's not my fault he's attractive!" He whined. "Maybe he's your soulmate." Minho said in a mocking tone. "Yeah, right. Oh shh! He just walked in the room!" The short male exclaimed.

"You're the only one being loud." Minho laughed. Changbin just punched him and pouted. Shortly after, class started, and the three talked 'quietly' amongst each other.

"Hyunjin, Changbin and Minho. Be quiet before I separate you or send you to the principal's office. This has gone on for far too long." Mr. Jung warned. They all muttered a quiet sorry. Changbin was embarrassed because Felix was staring at him. He felt like he made a fool of himself in front of his crush. The three of them sat quietly for the rest of the class, though occasionally passing around notes. Class ended, and the trio left the room and headed to their lockers.