rainbow boy - minsung

just in case

the only difference between changlix and minsung here was that one was a field. it was pretty and you could easily find your way through. it was a love story that could come true . and the other ... the other was a maze. but at the end there would not be a prize.

but a disaster.

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school ended. sighs were sounded. books were thrown across the floor. i would say 'oh my god it hasn't been friday in so long' but this week was rather boring and quick.

dear god was the stress getting to me. and so fast? let me revise my two situations.

hyunjin. what was wrong with hyunjin? he was in pain this whole weak and during gym people rumored a large mark on his side. he had to have been in a fight or having a terrible incident. for some reason i built up the courage to talk to him by myself. i mean, i didn't hate hyunjin as he had to have motives of some sort to be causing this behavior.

his locker was right by the exit to my walkway so i stopped by for whatever stupid reason. "h-hyunjin." his hawk eyed gaze turned into my eyes. they were so sharp... like razor blades digging into a deer in headlights. my eyes were the doe.

"what is it, han?" he slammed his locker and leaned against it. he wasn't much taller than me but his positioning felt like a pile of bricks starting to topple on me. i was scared to continue on to be honest... what had i done.

he groaned as he slammed the small metal door into its lock. "that... thats it." i hesitated to question the movement he made uncomfortably. hyunjins eyes shot and he looked around.

"its nothing. get out of here." he grabbed the collar of my sweater to push me out of his way against the locker, the sharp pain of the lock to my lower back returned as it had before, but i was used to the pain by now that i didn't really flinch as much. just a bit sore.

something was up. this had nothing to do with me. he had refused to tell chris and binnie and lix and even emma. his situation was irrelevant to whatever was going on. and that worried me. hyunjins only lives were here and home. and i hear from hyunjin about how his house is always full of excitement and activity... i hope it wasn't negative.

you could catch the mullet haired boy peeking glances at emma here and there. and his eagle eyes turned to rain clouds every time he laid an eye on the beauty. i think he truly had something for emma that i was taking away from him.

i felt another stone added to the weights on my shoulder... oh no.

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after a while of dealing with myself and recovery dinner with kat i walked to emmas around the block for the sleepover. my duffle bag almost dragged. i know the weight on my shoulders was a metaphor but they genuinely felt heavy.

i arrived to emma to find jolly old saint christopher at the door with a bright smile. "ah welcome mate!" he happily expressed. he gave me a large hug and aggressive pat on the back before i could even step inside. his house smelt of candles and wood. "don't worry . i'm preparing a lovely meal for you, tramp. your lady is down stairs. " chan was... interesting.

did he think this sleepover was like a date? cause he was... completely off. i mean it was good that he thought that though because we could easily converse alone after he stopped bothering us.

i was even more confused when he handed me a little gift bag. "just in case."

"w-what..." i spoke confused. i opened it and tried hard not to choke again. luckily i had no drink to choke on this time but he gave me condoms. fucking. condoms.

i was... i would never EVER do that with emma. i don't even think about that nasty stuff ever. now as for chris he could top anyone in the snap of fingers. luckily he was my friend so i sometimes used his intimidating and muscular build in my defense so people wouldn't harass me. chris kinda liked the attention.

i walked to the door that lead downstairs and chris went back to cooking my second dinner in the kitchen. i walked down the stairs and dropped everything, throwing the box of male protection at emma.

" ok so apparently we're hitting it off tonight so pucker up butter cup. " i rolled my eyes.

emma caught the box and wheezed a bit. "the saddest part of this is you wouldn't even do the dirty with minho if you wanted to." emma laughed, putting the box at her side and patting the couch cushion next to her for me to sit.

i sat beside her and continued my argument. "its nasty! and plus think of how weird it would be with minho.. like how .. HOW does that work. "

"well jisung let me teach you because-" emma beghan. nope. nope. nah ah. she . she was NOT teaching me sex ed. i'm only 16. i will not do this til marriage and may not even do it in marriage.

i tackled her til we fell on the floor. chris was alerted at the sound and came to get our attention. "hate to ruin the moment but dinner is ready you fools."

we laughed off the moment and headed up the stairs to a set dinner for two of spaghetti and meatballs and a candle.

"chris. this. uh. eh heh." emma smiled to allow her brother to believe she was happy with the situation going on. we took our seats across from each other as chris stood on the other side of the room. classical music ringing through the house stereo made this even stupider.

"bone apple tit." chris purposly said.