Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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I stare down at my math notebook, muttering to myself. The worry hadn't settled down since this morning. I bite my lip, continuing to rant inside of my head.

"Angel."

It's not like she's confronted you. Mom is an understanding person, right? She won't be mad. But what about dad?

"Jisung."

Oh my gosh, dad. Oh no. What'll he think? He'll be mad for sure. Oh god, what if he forces me out? Even ignoring what mom has to say. He's going to kick me out.

"Jisung!" A hand grabs my shoulder, making me jump and whip around to see who it was.

"What?" I question Minho, my heart racing because of the jump scare.

"Are you okay? You've been muttering to yourself since we got to class."

I blink, "I have? Yeah, I'm fine."

He looks at me skeptically, "okay... let's go then."

"What?" I look up towards the front, seeing different kids beginning to pile in. "Oh."

I get my things, walking out with him. I try to shake the thoughts from my head, but it wasn't working.

"What's the matter, angel?" He grasps my hand, rubbing the back with his thumb.

I shake my head with a smile, "nothing. I just have a really bad headache."

"Don't you have medicine in your locker? We can go get it," he suggests.

"No, it's okay. I'll ask Mrs.Im for something, that way I won't almost get caught like last time," I giggle, leaning my head on his shoulder before standing straight so I wouldn't lose my balance.

-

At lunch, the boys are all sitting around the table. I've stopped thinking about it since they all started to notice something was off. Distractions are all I needed to get through the day.

My phone then vibrates in my pocket, making me pull it out to see who messaged me.

- - - - -
Texting Ma 🌺

Ma 🌺
Are u in class?

Jisung
no, i'm at lunch
why?

Ma 🌺
What do u want
for dinner?
I got off early.
Your dad and I
will be home
when u get here.

Jisung
idk
ask him

Ma 🌺
Does pizza
sound OK?

Jisung
yeah

Ma 🌺
OK
Love u

Jisung
love you too

- - - - -

I breathe out in relief. Great, now I'm even scared of when my mother messages me. Is this anxiety just another way of my brain telling me that it's time to tell them?

"Angel, you alright?" Minho questions, snapping me away from my gaze on my phone.

I smile, "yeah, my mom just wanted to know what I wanted for dinner."

"Ooh, yummy. What are you guys having?" He grins, wiping his face with a napkin.

"Pizza," I drool, dreading my time to going home but also exited for dinner.

"Lucky ass. I have work after school, so I have to wait until I can eat," he pouts, wiping a fake tear from his eyes.

I roll my eyes playfully, "you'll live, you baby. What time do you get off? Six, right?"

"Right indeed, baby," he says, smushing his lips onto my cheek as a kiss.