Red String | Minsung

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Jisung walked to his locker and unlocked it. He put his bag in the locker after grabbing his necessities. He reached into his coat pockets to grab everything out and put them in his sweater pockets. However, something was missing. Jisung felt around in his pockets again to make sure he didn't miss it. He began to panic when he couldn't find it. He looked around at the floor. He didn't see it anywhere. 

He didn't know why he was worrying so much. It's not like he lost his phone or something. It was just a dumb picture. But the possibility of someone seeing it... especially Minho, scared him. He tried to brush it off, but it lingered in the back of his mind as he shut his locker and walked down the hall. He walked over to Felix, who was at his locker. "You didn't happen to see a picture of two kids anywhere, did you?" Jisung asked vaguely. 

"No? Is it important?" Felix questioned. "No, no. I was just wondering. But if you do see it, don't look at it too much, just bring it to me." Jisung replied. Felix was suspicious of him but just shrugged it off. "Okay." 

"Hey, guys!" Jeongin chirped as he ran up to them. "Hey, Jeongin! Why're you in such a pleasant mood?" Felix asked the younger. "No reason, just happy." He smiled. The three of them talked for a while until the bell rang. They said goodbye to each other and headed to their first class of the day. 

Jisung entered his least favourite class and sat down at his desk. He just wanted to go home and sleep forever. He stared down at his desk and fidgeted with his pen. He was still thinking about the picture, despite telling himself not to. Eventually class started, and he tried his best to pay attention. They took notes for a while and then were given a small assignment to work on. 

He felt Minho kick his chair. Jisung sighed. He knew this would happen at some point, but he really wished for it to not happen. He turned to look at the older. He wasn't able to read his emotions. "I found something this morning," Minho spoke suddenly. The class wasn't too quiet as other students were talking, so Minho wouldn't get in trouble for talking. 

"It's quite interesting, actually. It was on the floor of the bus." The brunette continued. Jisung was confused. Why was he telling him this? "And? Why are you telling me?" He responded. "Well actually, I saw it fall out of your pocket." Jisung's eyes widened. It couldn't be that, could it? 

"It intrigued me, so I picked it up. Let me just say, I was quite shocked to see that it was a picture of me. At first, I thought, why does this prick have a picture of me when I was a kid. And then I saw that you were on it too." Jisung panicked. Of course, he of all people found the picture. This is exactly what he had hoped wouldn't happen. "I assume you know what I'm talking about by now." 

Jisung didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again. Minho pulled the picture out of his pocket. "What is this, and where did you get it?" He demanded answers. "I-I don't know either. I found it in my room this morning. Don't think I like this any more than I do." Jisung finally responded. "Bullshit." 

"Look, I just found it this morning, and it confused the shit out of me. I asked my mom about it and she said we used to be friends or some shit. Now give it back." Minho shook his head. "I don't think I want to."

"Listen, Minho. I'm actually trying to not get detention, and that's why I haven't been trying to beat the shit out of you for the past few days. Meanwhile, you aren't even trying. Do you really want detention that bad?" Jisung spoke in a harsh tone. "As if you could beat me up. You're so fucking weak." Minho disregarded the rest of what he said.

"Just you wait, you hoe." Jisung said before turning around. Surprisingly, Minho didn't provoke him any longer. He practically gave up on taking the picture back, not like he wanted it, anyway.
Jisung returned to his work for the rest of the class.