Cliché, Isn't It? <Kim Hongjoong X Song Mingi>

Three - Mingi

Mingi stopped next to San and punched his shoulder. "Hurry up. I'll be late for Ms. Park's class." He said. San slammed his locker shut.

"I don't care." He huffed. "Woah, somebody's bitter today. Wouldn't have anything to do with a certain quiet, shy, cute— Ow!"

Mingi rubbed the part of his arm that San pinched. "I don't like him," San glared at the floor, clutching his phone in his hand. "He's not even quiet, either. So much damn energy in his body."

Mingi smiled and threw his arm around his smaller friend. "Really? I never noticed. You must pay attention to him a lot." Mingi eyed San's facial expression closely.

"Fuck off Mingi," San said, shoving the orange haired boy off of him. "I don't feel good today, I apparently need a tutor because I'm failing two of my classes."

Mingi laughed a bit then shook San's shoulder. "It's alright Sannie, you can get through it as I'm sure it won't be too bad. Do you know who'll be the one to tutor you?"

"No, not yet." San said, slightly distracted as Wooyoung waved to him as he passed by the duo. He smiled a little and shrugged. "It doesn't matter though. See you later, Mingi."

And with that, San turned towards Wooyoung's direction to catch up with their friend who had now dyed his hair black as opposed to the pretty lilac.

Mingi walked off to Mr. Park's class as well, taking his seat and waiting to get on with it.

☆彡

It was lunch, meaning that the next class Mingi had was the one Hongjoong taught. The tall boy sat with Wooyoung and San like always, who were talking nonstop with each other.

"Hey, you two. I'm going to head to the studio right now. I left one of my bags there after last practice." Mingi said, briefly tearing San away from his conversation with a pat on his back.

"Be back in time for class," San said, giving a (maybe?) unintentional 'I'm-Gonna-Kill-You-For-Disrupting-My-Conversation-With-This-Beautiful-Being' smile before letting the younger walk away.

Slipping out of the cafeteria was a glorious blessing, seeing as there were many stupidly loud people everywhere. Mingi felt good to get away.

He walked down the somewhat-empty halls, occasionally seeing a group of goths (which is pretty cliché) or some 'loners' sitting on the floors (also very cliché).

At some point, he rounded the corner and almost collided with a friend of his. "Yeosang? I'm sorry," Mingi apologized instantly upon identifying the boy.

"It's alright Mingi," Yeosang said, voice cracking towards the end of his sentence.

That was when he finally had time to inspect his friend close-up. Yeosang's blonde hair was madly disheveled (hands had definitely done this) and he was in apparent caution.

Mingi felt the corners of his mouth tighten and tried to fight back a knowing smile. "So, where'd you come from Sangie?" He said, watching his shorter friend fidget.

"Lunch! Seonghwa-Hyung came to pick me up so we could eat." Yeosang smiled (fakely(that isn't a word but whatever)), giving Mingi the impression that he had definitely not been with Seonghwa to have lunch.

(He had something else though, and that was a 'good time.')

"I hope you had fun," Mingi said in a teasing manner. "I'm headed to the studio. You still have a little bit of time before lunch ends and you have to be to class. Why not go join the two lovebirds in the cafeteria?"

Yeosang laughed a little, seeming a tiny bit less tense now. "I'd rather not, don't think I want to feel even more alone than I do now."

This sentence was one Mingi scoffed at. "You and I both know you aren't as alone as you say you are," he said, leaning over Yeosang's now more-nervous frame. "right? Let's be honest for a second."