Pinked out, murdered out | Minsung

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Han Jisung just moved to Korea from Malaysia to attend JYP national academy. It's known to be the biggest, most prestigious and expensive school to attend in Asia, with all of its smart and talented students. Jisung was pressured to do better than them, and It would be a total understatement to say that he wasn't excited.

"I can't wait for Monday, and school," he said, ultra sarcastically.

"Jisung, make sure you packed all your stuff!"

"Yes mom, I know!"

*Sighs*, what a fun day it would be tomorrow. He thought. Boy was not impressed that he had to move back to Korea, knowing that he had a perfect rep, perfect friends, and a perfect life back in Malaysia. Honestly, it wasn't very easy to make friends, in fact, it took Jisung years of human-interaction (something which to him, was an absolute waste of time) to reach his current social status. And guess what? That's all about to change since he's switching location. Now he had to restart everything..

"I might as well just get a good night sleep tonight so that I don't look sleep-deprived tomorrow.." He spoke to himself very loudly.

*Time skip to the next day*

The very special day has arrived, after 6 hours. Right off the bat, he can see how beautiful and lavish the campus looked, perhaps even a bit too good for his own liking. This is going to be the life he would live, starting from now. He's going to earn new friends and do new things here. Or maybe, on second thought.. he's not going to make an effort at all. Things are not worth my time and effort.. He thought.

"Here goes nothing!" He cheered for himself, unenthusiastically of course.

He walked through the doors of the huge academy, and straight to the office. This might not be too bad for him after all. The office lady gave him his classes. How fun. Just then, a good-looking and young boy walked in his direction.

"Hi. You must be new?" He asked Jisung.

"I mean, you have eyes. You didn't need to ask and waste my time.." Jisung said grumpily.

"Spilling salt into people's faces is not very nice." The boy giggled.

Jisung made a look, and sighed.

"I see your point, now what do you want?"

"Actually, I was thinking of doing a school tour for you since you're new."

"Sounds lit, but I have to get to class now. Bye, uh.."

"Jeongin." 

"..See you around, Jeongin?"

"Bye Jisung."

*Skip to class*

Jisung entered his first class of the day. He was actually quite curious what class is like for Koreans. To his disappointment, everything looked about the same as it did in Malaysia.

"Hi. I'm Han Jisung and I just moved from Malaysia. Please take extra care of me, I'm glass, so breaking me would probably result in some pretty darn nasty cuts. Thank you."

Everyone, including the teacher, watched in silence as Jisung walked to the very back of the room and took a seat on the sofa. They were shook that he had the audacity to do whatever he wanted in such a special school.

"Mr. Han.. You may not sit over there. This is a classroom, not your living room," Mr. Kim, the teacher, lectured.

Jisung turned around and gave him the deadliest glare.

"Um, I mean, you may sit right next to Minho."

"And who is this Minho person, out of all these ugly beings?"

A large gasp was heard throughout the room. Everyone was clearly offended that Jisung, the new kid, had decided to disrespect them in the most "idgaf" way. The classroom was quiet, and a guy at the very back slowly raised his hand. Jisung got the signal and walked toward the guy, taking the seat right next to him.

Jisung took some time to observe his face. He was actually not bad-looking at all. In fact, he was handsome, unexpectedly. The man had a sharp yet delicate face. His eyes were big and had double eyelids, and his lashes were also very long. He even had a nose that was straighter than Jisung's sexuality. Jisung's eyes then trailed down to his lips.. So very plump and cute. He thought. 

Down the guy's body his eyes went, taking in his fashion sense. He dressed quite formally, with a leather jacket and slacks, while simultaneously maintaining the typical bad boy vibe.

"You okay there, kid?" The guy had caught him staring, and gave a judging look.

"Yes, always. By the way, I wasn't staring at your face, if that's what you thought. I was zoning out and you were simply in the way." Jisung said, kind of caught off guard.

"Also, you're too pretty to be male." He followed, by accident.

"Yeah, you too." The guy nodded, a bit surprised.

Mr. Kim got started with the lesson, speaking about physics and what not. Things that Jisung already knew and found useless. 

"Mr. Han, stop interrupting my class, please! And Lee Minho? One more time and I'm calling your parents."

"Good luck with that, Woojin." Minho sighed and shook his head.

An "ohhhh" sound rang through the class. Apparently, Minho was quite a troublemaker and highly admired by their classmates.

"My goodness, how do I even deal with a student like you.." Mr. Kim whispered to himself while adjusting his glasses.

"You can't call my parents, that's for sure. They don't care about shit." Minho blurted.

There was steam coming out of Mr. Kim's ears. It was kinda hilariously seeing him get mad, because he seemed like a chill guy. Jisung accidentally let out a "pfft" and "ha".

"No laughing in my class, Mr. Han." Mr. Kim stared daggers into Jisung's soul.

Minho observed Jisung. Slowly, a smirk began to curve upon his already curved lip corners.

"You seem cool. Join our squad."

Yeah, yeah. I know. I WAS going to write an assasin AU. But it seems like not a lot of people READ books that are VERY OBVIOUSLY bottom Minho. I'm planning to do a twist and turn it into full-on bottom Minho at some point of this book, so don't give your hopes up! :)