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"What a way to start the week, I was humiliated! Imagine how shitty I must feel!" Minho snapped, pouncing his fist against the cafeteria table for the last few words, the action making the boys' food trays clatter repeatedly.

With a poker face, Chan slurped his pineapple juice through the straw. He stared at his best friend who sat beside him, and Felix opposite the two.

A moment of silence passed, only Minho's ragged breathing interrupting it. He was glaring at his food, eyebrows pinched together and jaw clenched.

Felix sighed. He picked a nugget from his plate and leaned over the table to hold it close to Minho's mouth, the latter taking an aggressive bite without rejecting.

"You haven't even told us what happened..." said Felix, sitting back down.

"Seems to me like you're in denial."

"About what?" Minho questioned Chan immediately.

"You're starting to catch feelings-"

"Oh fuck off." Minho scoffed, his eyes rolling upwards before his friend could finish. He breathed in deeply. "So listen, Jisung and I were called into the office by the principal. Our dad!" He emphasized on the term, looking at Felix with wide eyes. "And what did he do? Compared me to Jisung!" Minho huffed, crossing his arms. "For twenty fucking minutes he lectured me while using that boy, out of all people, Han Jisung, as an example, while the stupid pretty boy stood there witnessing it all!"

Minho was breathing harshly when he finished ranting. His ears were beet red, the colour softly diffusing to his cheeks. Another nugget was held before him, this time from Chan, but he shoved the entire thing into Minho's mouth.

"I have an idea." Felix announced, a proud smirk on his face. Chan leaned over the table with his chin resting on one fist, interested. Minho stared in silence as he chewed the food with a frown.

Felix searched the cafeteria, eyes landing on someone at the far end. "Hey Jisung!" He called out, waving a hand in the air. "Come sit with us!"

Oh boy.

As Minho gritted his teeth, his glare towards Felix deepening, Chan released a snort, liking the idea. Soon enough, to Minho's displeasure, the blond he had seen that very morning approached the table hesitantly. Jisung's gaze refused to meet Minho's threatening one as he waddled to the seat next to Felix's. He placed the tray of food on the table, his hands being fully hidden under sunshine yellow sweater paws. Felix eagerly patted down on the seat beside him until the blond timidly sat down.

For an ephemeral moment, it seemed like time slowed down. Minho silently observed Jisung, who's gaze was downturned. His neatly combed blond hair was parted to the right, and even with anger rushing through his body, Minho's hands itched to reach out and tousle the silk strands.

'Seems to me like you're in denial'

Minho shut his eyes and shook his head, an aggravated frown on his face. He didn't like Chan's words, no, he hated it. Then, Felix's voice filled the atmosphere, along with Chan's. They were cheerfully conversing with the boy. Minho glanced at him. Jisung was smiling widely, replying to their words. His gummy smile radiated sunshine, so precious and genuine. The blissful sound of his giggles blocked every other voices out.

Suddenly, it was as if Minho had become insignificant. Like he was an outsider, a stranger in his own group of friends. Then, Felix slipped an arm around Jisung's frame, leaning in too close. Way too close to the blond. On his thighs, Minho clenched his fists. It was overwhelming, the many different emotions crashing into each other all at once.

As their conversation carried on, their eyes turned to Minho. Jisung was smiling stupidly. "What do you think, hyung?" He asked Minho, an endearing look in his beautiful eyes, his puffy cheeks tinted with a pink blush. His eyes hooked Minho, trapping him in the swirls of chocolate brown. The ravenette froze in his spot.

Chan leaned closer to whisper in Minho's ear, "You know, you keep staring at him.."

'You're in denial'
'You're starting to catch feelings'

Felix waved in front of Minho's face. "Hey? Say something."

Minho slapped both hands against his ears, face twisting into a grimace. "Shut up will you!?" He slammed his fists against the table, the loud noise startling his friends, but his eyes were only on Jisung. The boy recoiled, shoulders stiffening.

Minho narrowed his eyes in a threatening glare, his breath quickening. "Why are you here? A nobody like you shouldn't steal other's friends just because you have no one."

Silence fell. Jisung visibly gulped, the hurt on his expression noticeable. He forced his gaze away and stood up, unstable on his feet. Felix grabbed onto his wrist, looking at him with concern.

"I- washroom, sorry.." muttered the blond, squirming his hand out of Felix's grip. He left the three boys behind and rushed out.

With his mouth open agape in disbelief, Felix immediately looked at Minho, who's intense glare burnt holes into the untouched food tray. "Dude what the fuck?"

"That was insensitive."

"Go after him." Felix added right after Chan, but Minho clicked his tongue, refusing to let their words reach him.

"Get your ass up!" Chan shook his stubborn friend, "Go and apologise."

Minho was lying to himself. When he saw the look in Jisung's eyes, it hurt him too. He knew he fucked up. He had blurted out whatever popped into his head, and it had turned out harsh. Words that he didn't intend to speak.

With all his strength, Chan pushed Minho off the seat. He stumbled to find his balance, startled.

"You keep hurting him like this and at some point he'll be gone." Chan voiced sternly, and for once it made it to Minho's head.

He took a few uncertain steps, then bolted out of the cafeteria.

"Jerk. What is he so rude for?" Felix huffed, shaking his head in disapproval as they watched Minho storm out.

Chan chuckled. "It's his way of showing affection."

The bell had just rung as Minho faced the washroom door. His mind raced.

Breathe breathe breathe. It's just one word. One word, five letters. Just say 'sorry' and run away. Five letters like your name, Minho. Or Felix's. It's just 'sorry'. Yeah, nothing else. Just 'sorry'.

He inhaled deeply before pushing the door open with a creak. The stalls were empty, except for the last one at the corner. The door wasn't fully shut. Soft sniffles and hiccups sounded from inside.

Minho pushed it open slightly and peeped. Jisung was on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest. His face stayed buried in his knees, shoulders visibly trembling. The sight filled Minho with guilt, turning his heart heavy.

He slid inside the stall and locked it. Saying nothing, Minho sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the boy (after gagging at the dirty tiles). The space wasn't voluminous, so their bodies were close.

"Hey.." Minho called in a soft whisper, his voice gentle. He lifted a hand to caress Jisung's hair, hesitant at first, but when the boy didn't flinch away, his fingers combed through the lustrous locks. He scooted closer.

"Look at me?"

Jisung shifted to sit cross-legged. He didn't raise his head. Using the paws of his lemon-yellow outfit, Jisung wiped his eyes, a hiccup escaping in between. His lips were poked out in a little pout, and Minho softened at the sight.

Minho clasped his hands on either sides of the blond's face, cupping his soft cheeks so Jisung's gaze would meet his. His eyes were red and puffy, tear stains on his reddened cheeks.

"I'm really sorry about what I said.." Minho spoke, looking directly into the boy's eyes.

Jisung forced a weak smile. "It made sense.." He replied, his voice hoarse and low.

"No it didn't, you're not a nobody and I was being unreasonably harsh. That was a hurtful thing to say.. I'm sorry." Using his thumbs, Minho wiped under the boy's eyes as he spoke each word with genuineness.

Jisung nodded, accepting the ravenette's apology. He melted into an adorable smile while his cheeks were still held by the other. Minho's heart hammered in his chest, as if it was trying to jump out. Maintaining eye contact with the blond was difficult, especially at this proximity, with all these unnamed feelings swirling about in his stomach.

Minho's eyes stared intently at Jisung's, not daring to flicker elsewhere. But Jisung didn't. The boy noticeably let his gaze fall down, they landed on Minho's parted lips. Minho's breath hitched, and he didn't think he'd be able to hold back anymore.

"Fuck it." Minho grumbled, grabbing Jisung's face closer. Their lips fit against each other's with no hesitation, moving perfectly together with the feelings they had been suppressing. Jisung's snaked a hand around the other's neck and gripped a handful of rich black locks at the back of Minho's head, eliciting a low groan from the ravenette. He slammed Jisung against the wall, making the boy inhale sharply before he connected their lips again, this time with more aggression. And if Minho had believed until now that Hyunjin's kisses were the best, oh boy was he totally wrong.

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a;n
Remember how in threesome room
(2kids room +1) Chan almost said
'sit your ass down' to Felix but
stopped it at 'your'--