Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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"When the Americans..." Mr.Song rambles on about history that I'll forget in no time. My eyes flicker from the board to my notebook. This time I wouldn't fall asleep. At least, I would try not to. I wasn't too tired, despite me waking up countless times (okay, like two).

I look around the classroom, bored out of my mind. I stop when I hear something.

"They're totally dating," I hear a kid behind me say. "No one touches each other like that. They're friends with Seo and that kid from Austria."

"Shut up, man. He's right there," the other kid says. I tense up, realizing that they were talking about me.

"You know he's a fag. He should hear it."

"A lot of kids are gay. We wouldn't want piss them all off, so shut the fuck up. It's the 21st century. Oh well."

"What? You gay too?"

"Jesus, just shut the fuck up. Why the am I friends with you? Fucking homophobic bastard."

"Wanna say that again?"

I turn around, seeing the kid standing up. His face was red and his fists were bunched.

"Mr.Tua, sit down. The class isn't over," the teacher commands, but the kid doesn't listen.

He looks over toward me, squinting his eyes, "what are you looking at, faggot? Checking me out or something?"

The sudden attention makes me freeze. Everyone was staring. Say something. Say something. Say something,

"Pft, right. Who'd want to check you out? By the way, he's from Australia, dumbass."

JISUNG, YOU ARE FUCKED. WHY DID YOU PROVOKE HIM EVEN MORE. IDIOT.

"Excuse me?" He huffs, beginning to move around the desk before his 'friend' grabs him.

I stay in my seat, though all I wanted to do was run. My heart was practically beating out of my chest.

"Dude, it's not that big of a deal. Sit down. You're gonna get in trouble."

"Mr.Tua, is there a problem?" Suddenly, the teacher is standing next to my desk, glaring down at the angered kid.

"Yes, there is. That kid was calling my friend and I names. He wouldn't stop."

The teacher turns to me and I pale, "is this true, Han?"

"What? N-no!" I quickly defend, "I haven't even talked to them before. He was calling my friends and I 'faggots.'"

"I'll see you three after class. Tua, go to the hallway. Go with him, Shin. Alright, everyone, back to your notes."

When I turn back, my eyes connect with Jeongin's. He sends me a look asking if I was okay. I nod, sending a reassuring but wobbly smile.

The class goes by faster than I wanted it to. I walk up to Mr.Song's desk, waiting patiently. He walks over and sits in his chair, waiting for the other boys to come in.

"Han, tell me your side."

"I-I was just writing my notes. I overheard them talking about my friends who are dating and saying they were faggots, and me and my boyfriend were, too. I only turned around because I thought those two were going to fight. He called me a faggot and was going to hit me until his friend grabbed him-"

"That's not true! He-"

"It is true!" The one that goes by 'Shin' says. "He was calling them that and I told him to stop. Jisung didn't do anything wrong. It was just Chaekoo."

"Han, you can go. Sorry for the trouble," he waves me off. I bow to him before quickly leaving the room, in which I almost bump into Minho.

"Hey, Jeongin told me kind of what happened. Are you okay?" He grasps my hand, pulling us along so we wouldn't be late for our classes.

"Yeah, just kind of pissed. What a douche," I shake my head, "tried saying that I was the one causing trouble when he was calling us faggots-"

"What?" He stops us, "he what?"

I looked into his eyes, anger being present. I squeeze his hand reassuringly, "it's okay, Min. Mr.Song is dealing with it. Don't do anything, okay? It's okay."

"But he-"

"Nothing. But nothing. Everything will be fine. Don't worry about it. I'm okay, and the situation is being dealt with."

"Ugh, you're so-"

"Cute? Handsome? Funny? Yes, I know," I laugh, my smile being bright as ever.

"God, yes. But I was going to say annoying. You're always so level-headed about these things. I'm so dramatic. I'm like... what's that one character that says, 'my precious' in that weird raspy voice?"

"I don't know," I shrug, "but I know what you mean. You're protective. It's okay, but you've gotta calm down sometimes."

"I know, I know. I'm just happy that you're okay. Text me later," he smiles, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my forehead before letting me go into my last period.

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