───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. At least, for every other student, it wasn't. After a few whispers and snickers, people went back to their businesses.
But Minho remained frozen in place. His mind raced. Suddenly realising his friend was right in front of him, he gasped and blinked a few times.
"Fuck you, Minho. You're the worst."
And that was it. He didn't move, even as Changbin spat the words and stormed off. Then Minho heard Chan's voice, but it was far, far away. Although the blond stood next to him. Minho's mind went blank. Then his heart wrenched.
The memory didn't leave his mind. The absolute hurt in Jisung's glassy eyes as Minho voiced his words. The way his precious lips trembled downwards. How little tear drops welled up behind the brunette's glasses as he stumbled backwards and turned on his heels to run away.
"Let's go, Min." Chan was starting to get irked. He shook his friend, but the latter refused to move.
He stood still, eyes trained to the direction Jisung had fled off to.
"Chan he.." Minho started in a strained whisper.
Chan clicked his tongue. "Forget him, at least the trouble's over now. Come on." He shrugged, dragging Minho away by his arm.
But Chan couldn't resist the smirk that made way to his face. His smirk soon turned into a grin. A victorious grin. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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