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He walked and faced the class. ❝ Hi, my name is Han jisung. ❞ he smiled quickly. She looked at him and waited for more, but saw no further so she said he can sit down. He timidly went next to a boy with soft light brown hair. His hands laid on his scratched desk, his finger tapping slowly on his desk. The silence of the class transitioned into a conversation of the subject they discussed. He tried to stay in the presence of time, but his mind went absent from the reality he lived in. A soft voice filled his ears, the voice was so stern, soft , and subtle. Jisungs eyes shifted to the refreshing innocent looking male,❝ What was it you said?❞ Jisung questioned. The boy moved his brown locks out of his face and leaned in,❝ Do you have a pencil maybe?❞ He said with a smile. Everything about him seemed so delicate. Han jisung nodded while admiring his features, he took a pencil and gave it to him. His eyes shifted to the desk when the sun-filled room gently touched his skin. The bell rang furiously, going through his calmed body. He stood up and put his backpack on his shoulder, his feet walked towards the door. For a minute he felt so free, there was nothing that stood in his way. Nothing to interfere with his tranquil feeling. But then he met that guy he bumped into.

The male stood tall in front of the boy, with a slight smirk on his face. The delicate boy Han Jisung interacted with in class went in front of Jisung.

❝ Please Hyunjin leave him alone. Your ways are so boring.❞ He said calmly, keeping his posture. ❝ How cunning, Jisung you got this boy to be your savior❞? Jisung looked straight into his eyes and went in front of Seungmin.❝ No, and don't put my name in your mouth that makes me wanna leave the earth, how disgusting ❞. He said with no reaction to the situation, just utterly cold. Hyunjin spat his way, ❝ Getting trickly now? You seemed quite weak in our first encounter, changed so quickly? Or maybe it was a show for attention.❞ He smiled as he put his hair back and walked away.

Seungmin smiled and looked at Jisung. ❝ Never trust a pretty boy with an ugly personality. ❞

Jisung nodded, ❝Hey wanna hangout maybe?❞ Seungmin looked sincere and sounded sincere.

❝ Sure lets do so! ❞ he replied.

They parted ways because class was still on, because this was school. Jisung walked his way to his class, the feeling of nostalgia comforted him. He made it to his class and looked at all the unfamiliar faces that were soon to become a part of his Young life. He walked to a seat next to the window and sat down, his thoughts were just calmly making things up while he waited for his teacher.

"Youth Is a dream which people don't appreciate, Youth is a gift." Jisungs mind thought, He smiled and felt a blast of joy hug his chest. The teacher walked in and the class began.

TIME SKIP

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Jisung closed his book and stood up, he packed and went out of his class, he finally had a break. He saw seungmin and went near him, "Hey Seungmin!" He said quite joyfully. Seungmin turned around, "Oh! Hey Jisung!" A Figure stood behind Seungmin. Jisung eyed the male. Seungmin noticed and smiled as he clasped his hands together. "Jisung this is my friend Bangchan!" Jisung awkwardly looked towards that face, was he soon to be a close friend of his or will a grunge appear? He smiled and waved. Chan was excited to see a new person, "Hello! Wow you look adorable!" Chan spoke as his hands moved to his cheeks and squished them. Jisung was shocked and taken aback. Jisung put his hands on Chans and pulled them down and bowed. "Thank you." Chan noticed that uneasiness, "Oh, pardon me, I was going a bit too far."

"Oh no, it's fine!" He said it was still a bit awkward. Seungmin said "Lets eat a snack!" he said eagerly. Chan nodded and looked and jisung, "Hungry?" Jisung's eyes went light, so did the atmosphere, the whole mood went calm as the sun shot through the glass doors. "I am." Chan grabbed three things out of his backpack, he had chips and a strawberry milk for himself. He gave Seungmin And Jisung chips.

Chan put a straw in his Strawberry milk.

Slurp..

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