───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Why? Why did you do that? Why are you such a jerk?!"
Minho bit his lips and gave no response. Felix slammed his hands onto Minho's desk, causing the latter to flinch in his seat and look up. He was thankful no students were present at such early hour.
"Why did you hurt him?!"
Minho didn't break eye contact, even as he noticed the enraged Australian's eyes dampen. He paused to breathe in, still glaring at Minho, chest heaving.
"You know how much he loved you.. I - I've never seen him so hurt.."
Minho's heart twisted. He didn't know why it pained to hear Felix trail off, voice breaking towards the end. Minho tore his eyes away and looked at his book (that had the same page open for a long while now). Then he saw drops fall onto the page, soaking the spot. He looked up again.
Felix wiped his eyes furiously. "I fucking hate you, Lee Minho." He glared at Minho again, but this time with tears staining his cheeks. "What you did was disgusting. You broke my best friend. You destroyed him. Fuck you."
Felix scoffed before stomping out of the classroom, leaving Minho all by himself to dwell in his thoughts and once again, to ignore the emptiness he felt once he saw the absence of a note in his locker that morning. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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