My eyes fall closed and I feel my head begin to tilt as it was leaning on my hand that was propped up on the desk.

My head fell, making me snap my head up. I sigh, rubbing my tired eyes. I haven't been sleeping well due to me staying up late at night trying to get the project finish.

"Hi" I look at the voice that sat down beside me, nobody ever sat beside me in this class so I was surprised to see the freckled boy I know knew as Felix.

"Hi" My voice was low, trying not to attract the attention of the teachers and because I wanted in the mood talking.

"I was wondering, instead of hiding out in the art room, you should join me and my friends at lunch today"

I swallow harshly and shake my head, "N-No I'm fine, I need to be somewhere anyways"

Felix smirks "Be somewhere as in be with Minho?"

I shush him and look around "No—I mean yes but not for the reason your thinking"

"Sure, whatever you say friend" I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair "You should join us one day, I want them to meet you"

I look at him "Why so you can prove I'm not what everyone says?"

Felix frowns "I-I"

"I'm fine with having no friends Felix" I give him a forced smile, the bell ringing, making me pack up and stand up "Have a good day" I walk away from him and out of the class.

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I walk into the library and through the book aisles, passing multiple until I got to the last one where I saw Minho sitting peacefully. A book in his hand as his finger gently glides down the side, flipping the page.

I walk slowly to him and he doesn't look up. Sitting down in front of him. "Hey", my voice was gentle, mostly scared to speak up but knowing I didn't want to sit in silence all of lunch.

His eyes rose off the book and to me "He's alive"

I chuckle awkwardly "Yeah, barely"

A small smile finds Minho's lips "You look like crap"

"I feel like it" I look down the aisle and back to him "The project is draining me"

"But it helps that you are painting such a beautiful face, am I right?"

I laugh and without thinking, I nod. Minho just stares at me and I sigh, looking down at my hands that had paint still on them.

"I thought you were starting to forget about me"

I look up and shake my head "I'm just busy"

"Really? Your not avoiding me?" He seemed almost surprised.

"Well—I was but I'm also busy" Minho chuckles and shakes his head

"Your something else Jisung" He spoke softly.