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"If you think he's hurt, you should apologise."

Minho left Felix's suggestion unanswered. Using his chopsticks, he poked the food on his plate, too engrossed in his thoughts to eat.

Chan sighed, giving up. "Man, quit being arrogant." He reached across the table to steal French fries from Felix, who attempted to glare at him (but couldn't because 'Chan is an exception'). "You find him cute, then admit it. Don't go throwing insults. Who knows, he could be really sensitive."

Still, silence. It was more than unusual to see Minho, someone otherwise boisterous, sit and stare at his food with a conflicted frown drawn across his beautiful face. Minho lifted his head, instantly catching sight of someone.

"Ah! Hyunjin." He grinned, gesturing for the said male to come over. Hwang Hyunjin, also known as the overly attractive social butterfly, took graceful steps closer to the boys' table, a pleasant smile on his face.

"Distract me." Minho said, moistening his lips as he looked up at the boy. He chose to ignore the annoyed groans coming from the two Aussies.

Swiftly combing his slender fingers through the lustrous locks of coffee brown hair, Hyunjin leaned down, placing a hand on the table to support himself while the other naturally grabbed Minho's face in position. He connected their lips in a rough kiss, allowing Minho to reach up and dangle his arms around his neck. (To their favour, none of the students present really cared.)

"Gross."

Adjusting the collar of his striped shirt, Minho stuck his tongue out at Felix, who was now gulping down water from his 'hydro flask'. "As if you don't want Chan to kiss you."

Felix choked, one cough soon turning into a fit. His cheeks were on fire. And although he wasn't drinking or eating anything, Chan seemed to have choked on air.

Chan cleared his throat, involuntarily touching his reddened ears. "Well－ listen Minho, by kissing Hyunjin you're kissing half the school! Who knows where else his lips would've been?"

Minho grimaced. "You make it sound like he's a fuckboy, which, he isn't."

Felix rolled his eyes. "Maybe he is, seeing as he kisses every one he sees."

"It's not Hyunjin that chooses to kiss everyone, it's everyone else that so badly want to make out with him. And his kisses are intoxicating." Minho smirked, letting his tongue glide over his (still slightly swollen) lip, which he then caught between his teeth.

"More like toxic."

Minho's eyes rolled towards the ceiling dramatically. He looked at Chan, who shrugged. "You're just jealous. Hyunjin is the victim here. The victim of everyone's sexual fantasies." said Minho with confidence, Felix mocking each word of his without wasting a breath (The poor Aussie got kicked from under the table).

"Whatever.. Anything that helps you avoid the real issue here." Chan commented. He sneaked his hand over the table, and casually placed it atop Felix's.

Minho gagged, pointing at the two's hands. "Ew lovebirds."

"You were supposed to ask what the issue was." Felix chuckled.

"And what is it?"

"That you can't handle your brand new infatuation with Jisung, which makes you speak without thinking and blurt out insensitive shit."

Minho pouted, visibly unhappy with Chan's way of phrasing things. He sucked in a breath. "God I hate Han Jisung."

"At least you got his name right- ow!"

"Stop kicking Felix you dumbass!"

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Jisung's eyes were pretty; large and sparkly, his irises the colour of caramel, tempting and captivating. His eyelashes were thick and long, a perfect compliment to his entrancing eyes. As his eyebrows pinched together in a serious expression, his precious lips poked out in a pout. From side view, the curvature of his nose was a perfect addition to his flawless features.

In his hand, he clicked his pen repeatedly, grasping it with his pretty fingers. Visibly, a layer of blush appeared on his soft cheeks. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably (most likely pondering why the rectangular table was placed in the space between the two beds, fitting perfectly). He sighed softly and turned the chair on it's wheels.

"You know.. I'd appreciate if you stopped staring and at least said something."

Minho blinked, confused, as if he wasn't sitting there on his bed, with his elbows resting on the table's end, closely watching Jisung (attempt to) do his homework for the past couple of minutes.

Jisung didn't take his eyes off, the two simply staring at each other in silence. For once, the blond noticed just how beautifully crafted Minho's face was, the subtle red on his cheeks (that matched his plush red lips) adding to his beauty. His hair and face was a complete contrast, the shiny black strands dark and his porcelain skin pale and milky.

"Where's your family?"

Jisung let the question sink in for a moment. He placed a folded hand on the table's surface, resting his face while looking at Minho. "I don't have a family."

Slightly distracted by Jisung's sweet voice tinged with hurt, Minho nodded a long while later. A lot of questions mobbed his head, all of which Jisung could obviously guess from the look on Minho's face.

"I lived in an orphanage." Jisung voiced in a hushed tone. "Mum and dad passed when I was young. Relatives didn't take me in." Jisung smiled bitterly, turning his attention away from Minho's intense gaze.

"If you're wondering how I made it to such a college.. It's because I do well in studies and the orphanage wanted me to pursue my education. I'm working hard to pay, though." Jisung faced Minho and broke into a proud grin, one that triggered Minho's heart rate to pick up rapidly.

Flustered, Minho fumbled. "I- I didn't ask to know any of that." He frowned, scrambling to his feet from the bed. He felt his heart in his throat.

Jisung sighed deeply. "You really hate me, huh." He uttered in a whisper that was left unanswered.

Unexpectedly, his hair was ruffled, the touch gentle and careful. Jisung sat frozen, now able to hear his heartbeat. He heard the door close behind, indicating that Minho wasn't in the room anymore. Feeling the heat in his cheeks, he placed a hand over his head, smoothing the messed up blond hair with a tiny smile on his lips.

The smile grew, making him bury his head in his hands.

"Stupid Minho."

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