𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 | Minsung

Friend Or Foe

Minho walked into school on Monday with good thoughts on his mind. He and Jisung were friends. He liked the sound of that.

He roamed around seeing if he could find where Jisung was. They had a class together straight up which made Minho that much more happy.

Then the smile dropped from his face.

"Hyunjin, what the hell are you doing?!" Minho stood with his eyes shaking between Hyunjin and the scared boy on the floor.

Hyunjin was on top of Jisung, hitting him. The blood had already started appearing around Jisung's lip. Minho was beyond furious, his face becoming red and his hands pale. Hyunjin looked up from Jisung to see Minho's raging eyes.

"What are you gonna do about it? Hit me?" Hyunjin mocked. In one movement Minho pulled Hyunjin up by the arms and pushed him backwards, ignoring the small crowd that had gathered around the three of them.

"Minho don't." Minho ignored Jisung, the fire still burning in his eyes.

"Seriously?! Two weeks ago you would have done the same thing to him!" Hyunjin's confidence didn't waver even with the anger in his friends eyes.

"What? I would never—not in a million years—hit Jisung like that." Minho corrected, Hyunjin huffed out a sad sigh.

"Why Minho? Why is he so important to you?" Minho could see the water around Hyunjin's eyes gather. "What about me?" Minho relaxed slightly at the words. Now Hyunjin just wasn't making sense.

"What do you mean, 'what about you?' What is that supposed to mean?" Hyunjin knew there were people watching but he didn't care, he had to get it out.

"Everyday of highschool, since the day I met you, I have to hear about this Jisung. About all the things you did together. All the stupid arguments, all the cute little fights you had. I'm sick of it Minho. I'm sick of having to hear you pine over someone who hates you. Why can't you see that I'm here? Do I not mean anything to you?" Minho was no longer as angry. Frustrated, yes, but more than anything he was speechless. This was all new to him.

"Hyunjin-"

"Forget it. Go be with Jisung. Forget about me. Clearly you didn't care about me to begin with." Hyunjin was already gone. Minho had nothing to say. He looked down to Jisung who only sat half upright on the floor, just as shocked as Minho.

Jisung knew Hyunjin didn't like him, from the very start but he never understood why.

Minho lent a hand down to Jisung pulling him to his feet.

"Are you okay?" Jisung nodded. The crowd had dispersed by now and Jisung and Minho stood in the hallway.

Minho only now started to register what Hyunjin had said about him and Jisung. About him mentioning Jisung every day that he was gone.

"Uh...about what Hyunjin said, I-" Jisung cut him off immediately.

"It doesn't matter. Let's just go to class." Jisung wasn't ready to get into feelings right now. They had just got to being friends, he wasn't going to push it.

Minho hadn't planned for the day to go this way. He was planning to make some sort of progress with Jisung. A conversation would have been nice but Jisung was basically still avoiding him. He shouldn't have expected things to change so easily. They've sworn to rivalry for so long, maybe they just weren't meant to be friends.

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Stupid arguements? Cute little fights? Pining over me? That couldn't mean...no that's stupid.

Why was Minho so complicated for? Maybe it isn't Minho. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm the complicated one. Maybe I'm looking into this too much. Hyunjin probably misunderstood. Ugh, I hate this feeling. I have no idea what I'm feeling, or maybe I do, but why does it feel like this? Love? This is what love feels like? Why do people like it so much? It makes me want to throw up.

Even with my focus on Minho something still stung my thoughts. I wasn't sure what I was going to do about Hyunjin. I wasn't going to apologise to him, I didn't do anything wrong. I don't thing he plans on apologising either though. Was I going to be trading my rivalry with Minho for a rivalry with Hyunjin? I don't know if I have the energy.

Wait. What was Hyunjin saying again?

'What about me?' Those words played on my mind. Hyunjin has...feelings for Minho? He was...jealous? At first I thought he was just sick of hearing about his friend drone on. Now it all made sense. The jealous stares, the cold greetings, all of it. I was so focused on what Minho was supposedly saying about me that I didn't even notice how obvious it was that Hyunjin likes Minho.

It was the last class of the day as these thoughts roamed my mind. I had not taken a single note the entire lesson and I hadn't heard a word the teacher had said. I just sat with my head tilted towards my desk, without a word. Once again proving obliviousness was one of my best talents.

Then my trance was broken as a shadow hovered over my face. I looked up to see Minho taking a seat next to me. Then I looked around the classroom. Everyone was in different seats, sitting in...pairs.

"So what are we going to do?" Minho was awkward, his hands moving positions in hopes to find a casual place to rest on the desk top.

"What are you talking about?" I said, I felt incredibly stupid as he gave me a dumbfounded look.

"We're partners? For the project? Were you even paying attention?" It looked as if Minho couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What?!" I may have said that a little too loud as a couple students glanced at me. Quickly my voice lowered, however the panic didn't leave my tone.

"Partners?! Project?! What are you talking about?!" The awkwardness had shaken off a bit as Minho was too busy being astounded at how dense I was probably being.

"You're kidding. You seriously didn't hear anything the teacher said?" Thinking back I realised, no, I really hadn't. Knowing that, I shook my head at him. He sighed. "Of course, typical Jisung." I flicked a hand his way, hitting his shoulder.

"TyPiCaL jIsUnG~" Yes it was childish for me to mimic but I couldn't think of anything better. I stopped when I heard him chuckle. His laugh was so cute- woah! What the hell? Did I just-

"Alright whatever, I can't be bothered to explain it now but since we have to work on it you can just come over to mine." Minho seemed to be completely unbothered by the sentence that had just left his mouth. I didn't even have time to disagree before the dinging and staggered footsteps sounded through the room.

Alright I guess this is happening then. I'm going to Minho's house for a project I only knew we had been assigned a mere five seconds ago.