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The bell for lunch break had just gone, and Minho stood by his locker with a cup of iced latte in one hand. He was humming, in a good mood. He shut the locker and jolted, seeing Felix stand right beside him.

Before Minho could say something, felix shushed him. "Has Hyunjin spoken to you?" questioned the boy, seeming a little too enthusiastic. Minho narrowed his eyes. Felix continued, "Hyunjin has something to tell you, I believe. Did you talk to him yet?"

Minho tilted his head, eyeing the Aussie with suspicion. "Are you sure he wanted to talk to me..? You're acting weird, Lix. And that grin tells me you're up to something."

Felix was quick to shrug, "What? No, I'm just saying! He said he has something to tell you."

"Yeah alright. Where's he?" Minho sighed, taking a swig of his drink.

"Down the hallway, near the janitor's closet." Felix smiled. "I'll wait with Chan so catch us at the cafeteria." As he walked past Minho, he tapped the boy on the shoulder.

To Minho's surprise, he found Hyunjin leaning against the wall, whistling to a random tune (because Minho refused to trust Felix when the latter had been grinning like a cat). As the taller spotted him, he broke into an attractive smile, which Minho returned with one of his own.

"Hey Min." Hyunjin greeted once the boy was close. He swiftly grabbed Minho's wrist, yanking the boy closer. Minho's breath caught in his throat.

"Um.. You had something to tell me?" Minho gulped, his smile wavering as Hyunjin slowly pushed him up against the wall.

Hyunjin's smile was angelic. He trapped Minho with both arms on either sides and leaned closer, close enough to feel Minho's breath on his lips.

"Look- I don't want this.." Minho mumbled reluctantly, his grip tightening on the coffee that he still held at his side.

Hyunjin moved back, a considerable distance between the two. "I'm actually interested in someone." He smirked.

Minho lifted a brow, nodding for him to continue.

Hyunjin used one hand to softly stroke Minho's cheek. "But he just so happens to be your roommate-"

Minho slapped the hand away, a scowl forming on his face. "Fuck off Hyunjin, Han Jisung is off limits." He spat, straightening his posture to glare at Hyunjin dead in the eyes.

Taken aback, Hyunjin's eyes widened. He then chuckled. "As far as I know, he's not your boyfriend or anything."

"Is that all? I can't waste my time." Minho clicked his tongue, shoving a shoulder against Hyunjin as he intended to walk away. His wrist was gripped, pulling him backwards.

"I'm gonna make him mine, Minho." Hyunjin declared, his voice low and deep.

Minho shrugged his hand off. The brunette brushed his luscious hair, flashing a smirk before he walked away, leaving Minho standing all by himself.

Slowly, frustration filled him up. Minho began fuming, pissed off for reasons he didn't wish to find out. Snapping him back to his senses, footsteps approached.

"Hey! Felix sent me to find you.."

The voice spoke. The sweet, sweet voice that Minho hated, he hated that he couldn't get enough of it, he hated that he loved the sound of it. Minho's breathing was long and harsh. He whipped his head to see Jisung waddle closer, palms hidden under his long sleeves. Suddenly, it was as if the sight of the adorable boy set an alarm off. It brought overwhelming feelings crashing down, everything being merged into anger.

"The fuck do you want?" Minho hissed through gritted teeth, his cold tone making Jisung stop. But he was close enough. Minho grabbed a handful of the boy's pink hoodie and yanked him closer, Jisung releasing a whimper at the unexpected action. Taken over by his emotions, Minho flipped the cover off the cup and poured the cold liquid over the blond's head.

Jisung grimaced, hands grabbing at Minho's, begging to be released from his grip. He swished his hair, nose crinkled in disgust. He visibly shuddered when the cold coffee dripped down his neck, icy against his sensitive skin.

"What the- Minho!" Jisung shrieked once he managed to push the boy off. "What was that for!" He stared in disbelief, a tinge of hurt in his eyes. Using his sleeves, he hastily wiped off the coffee that had spilled down his face.

"For fucking with me!" Minho roared, tossing the paper cup to the ground. His insides twisted with guilt, but he let his agitation get ahead of him.

Jisung didn't stop wiping his face, his stained hair falling over his forehead. Minho stared, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Only then did he realise the boy was sobbing quietly, trembling lips gripped between his teeth.

Minho finally came to his senses, cursing under his breath. He reached out to hold Jisung's wrist, but the blond immediately flinched away, a soft sniffle escaping. Minho's heart sank.

"You- You're always so mean to me.." Jisung stuttered, sucking in a breath. He didn't lift his gaze. "If I treat you the way you treat me, you would break."

Minho swallowed hard, remaining silent. He let the guilt crash onto him fully. His fists were balled at his sides. Jisung finally raised his head, eyes still glassy with tears & hurt, and a tiny pout on his lips.

"But I would never do that to you.." muttered Jisung.

Left behind, Minho watched the precious boy walk away from him, a sad frown on his pretty face.

"DAD!"

Mr. Lee jolted as Minho barged into the office unannounced while yelling at the top of his lungs.

Minho was panting. He stomped towards the principal, who was seated behind his desk, and crashed onto one of the two chairs in front. He leaned forward and placed his folded hands on the desk, resting his chin above them.

Mr. Lee released a sigh. "What happened, Minho? What happened so bad that you've come to me instead of Felix or Bang Chan?" He questioned in a gentle tone, with concern.

Minho pouted. "I'm just so frustrated.." He muttered, and once he voiced his feelings, his eyes moistened. He clenched his jaw repeatedly, squeezing his eyes shut.

Mr. Lee stretched a hand to ruffle his son's hair, softening at the sight. "There must be a reason. Do you know?"

A soft sigh interrupted the silence. Minho pondered for a while. He moved back, furiously wiping the little tear drops that had formed earlier, then inhaled. And then Mr. Lee knew he was about to receive a thirty-minute long rant from his son.

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Minho walked out of the office, where he stayed during his free period once lunch ended. He felt a lot better after venting to his father, the principal listening intently and giving him kind advice afterwards.

He heaved a long sigh of relief, feeling his shoulders free of the weight that brought him down. As he turned to the stairwell intending to descend the stairs, Minho's heart leaped. His precious roommate was crouched in the corner of the landing, trembling as he choked out sobs into his hands. His hoodie was discarded beside him, only wearing the plain white t-shirt that was underneath.

"Jisung?"

When he heard the voice, Jisung was quick to snap his head up, tears streaming down his sore cheeks. Minho rushed down the flight of stairs and dropped to his knees. Jisung's breathing was ragged, gasping Minho's name as he allowed the ravenette to pull him into an embrace. Minho's mind raced with thoughts, but he focused on calming the blond in his arms, rubbing circles on his back and then stroking the boy's hair gently.

In a while, Jisung's cries subsided into soft sniffles that wetted Minho's black shirt. Holding him by the shoulders, Minho pushed Jisung back slightly. He then cupped the boy's face.

"Tell me what happened-" Minho stopped, eyes widening. Reddish marks were littered across Jisung's neck. He moved his hand to brush his fingertips over them, Jisung allowing him to examine it. "Who the fuck harassed you?" Minho growled, lifting Jisung's face up by his chin.

The blond's lips trembled, a new layer of tears welling in his eyes. He sniffed, blinking the tears back.

Not trusting his voice, Jisung whispered, "Ch-Chan did it.."

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a;n
Sorry I'm late

These chapters were already written &
this was going to finish at 12 chapters
because 'short story'. But I was kinda dissatisfied.. :(