𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 | Minsung

Not You Again

"What am I doing here?! What are you doing here?!" Somehow they're words were perfectly in sinc. Neither of them paid any attention to the many students staring at the scene on the floor infront of them.

Minho jumped up as quickly as physically possible.

"Ew, I got Jisung on me." Minho dusted his shirt as if he was physically flicking the Jisung off of him.

"Lucky, all I got was hoe." Jisung stood up dusting himself off as well.

"Idiot."

"Stupid."

"Dumbass."

"Oooookkkayyyy! Hi! I'm Hyunjin. Nice to meet you." His breathy voice was clear after he had been running. The boy held out his hand to Jisung as a greeting, but he was impolitely declined.

Jisung huffed and left not wanting to be in the presence of him. Minho felt the same as he was now at the height of his anger. He gave Jisung a glare and stormed off in the opposite direction.

Hyunjin looked at Seungmin and Jeongin hoping they were just as befuddled as he was.

"Uhhh, so that just happened." Jeongin looked in the direction Minho had gone still unable to fully comprehend what had just taken place.

-

I can't believe we go to the same highschool. This is unbelievable. I move to a different city and I find out it's the same city that Satan has been residing in.

I literally hate everything about being here. I regret ever agreeing to this.

I tapped my pen faster and faster against my desk as the thoughts got me more and more agitated. Minho was literally the worst person in the entire world, no, the entire universe and now I go to the same highschool as him. Kill me now.

-

"That's it I'm transferring. I'm moving to Canada and running a cat asylum." Minho shoved his face into his arms that collapsed onto the desk.

"Okay first of all, that is not a thing that exists. Second, I know you've said you hate him alot but why is it exactly that you guys hate eachother that much?" Hyunjin sat beside Minho trying to get information.

"You know what? I have an idea." Minho pushed himself off the desk and walked out of the classroom not even acknowledging the teacher or his friend who were both clearly confused.

"Minho! Where are you going?!" Hyunjin looked back awkwardly at the teacher as he grabbed his things and followed after his friend. Hyunjin knew this was going to bite him in the ass later.

"Minho! Wait up!" Minho slowed his pace but he continued walking nonetheless. Hyunjin eventually caught up with him, a loss of air causing him to breath like a panting dog.

"Okay." Long huffs were heard between Hyunjin's words. "What are you gonna do?"

Minho stopped and smirked. "Hyunjin you are going to witness one of Lee Minho's fabulously notorious pranks. The victim? Han Jisung."

"Um, okay?" Hyunjin had a blank but puzzled stare. Minho was being very weird.

Hyunjin followed Minho to the Janitors closet.

"I didn't even know we had cleaners. I mean have you seen this place?" Minho flicked around to Hyunjin as his comments were distracting from his master plan.

"Ssshshsh." Minho grabbed a bucket and headed towards the water fountain. He began filling the bucket, only problem was, the water fountain wasn't exactly made to fill buckets.

"Okay Minho we've been here for like seven whole minutes. What are you trying to achieve?" Minho didn't exactly answer he just turned the fountain off and stood up, bucket in hand.

"That'll do it. Come on pretty boy." Hyunjin was very ready to lecture Minho on his choice in nickname but Minho was already gone and he had to make sure he wasn't doing anything stupid.

Hyunjin kept his vision fixed on Minho as he watched him look into every classroom. What was he looking for exactly?

"Ah!" Minho flinched back against the lockers beside the Science room door.

"Minho?" Suddenly Minho had his finger on Hyunjins mouth.

"SSSHHSHSHSH!" Minho's shushing was hitting a nerve with Hyunjin but he let the boy continue anyway.

"I know for a fact Jisung always gets out of the classroom first so he doesn't have to deal with crowds. Which is why this plan is so perfect." Hyunjin still gave Minho a perplexed look.

Minho then propped up the bucket filled with freezing cold water out of their line of sight. He stepped away as it only just balanced on the slightly open door.

Minho then checked the time, seeing that his plan was all coming together.

"Now we wait." Minho and Hyunjin waited against the lockers. Suddenly the sound of ringing filled their ears. Perfect timing.

The door creaked open, A young boy stepping out. The bucket edging off of its ledge. An unsuspecting victim beneath it.

The sound of the plastic bucket hitting the hard laminate of the History room floor, filled the suspending silence. As did the slow drips of water falling off of the young boy. His blonde locks glued to his face with the feeling of ice cold water running down his back. His face was a mixture of shock and anger.

As he looked up to see who had done such a thing, his anger only deepened. Minho chuckled at the look of betrayal plastered on Jisung's face. Suddenly the expression changed to a knowing smirk. This smirk worried Minho. Why wasn't Jisung still burning with rage? At that moment Jisung pulled the waterbottle out from the side of his bag, unscrewing the lid as he began to chase after Minho.

"YOU ARE GONNA PAY FOR THIS LEE MINHO!" Jisung sprinted down the corridors, turning corners.

The crowds were getting bigger as he continued after Minho. He pushed people asside as to not risk losing the blurry, black head of hair he could see in the distance.

Minho looked back every now and then to see if Jisung was still after him but everytime he turned back he could still see a lanky child coming at him, full speed, waving around a grey plastic water bottle.

Jisung was gaining. Fast. Minho was running out of time and places to go.

Finally Jisung was less than a couple meters away. Not wanting to even have to think about losing the boy once again, he pounced forward, landing on Minho.

The wrestle began as Jisung splashed water onto Minho, despite Minho's steady grip on both of Jisung's arms. This wrestle match went on for quite awhile as neither of them could get the upper hand and neither of them were giving up anytime soon. The crowd around them kept their distance as not to interrupt. The two on the ground were only focused on the thought of killing the other. So focused, they didn't notice the tall man step towards them, dressed in a moss green suit and deep red tie, his leather derbys clicking with every step.

"You two!" The boys assumed this call was targeted at them as they lifted their eyes upwards. Both of them realised they were in deep trouble.

"My office! Now!" The man walked off, followed by the two regretful teenagers, heading straight for the principals office.