2 month and 26 days
November 18, 2023 at 10:42 AM
What genius thought of putting physics as the first lesson on Friday? Jisung can say with confidence that his sense of humor is not that limping, but crawling somewhere on the lower floor. With such a schedule, it's easier just not come to school.
— Are you alive? — a man with a hoarse voice pokes a neighbor on the desk in the side.
— I want to eat, — Han unclipped Hyunjin’s soft pencil case with some bears and turned his head towards him.
— Did you write down what she just erased? — in a businesslike way, he tears out a notebook from under Jisung, blowing off the hair falling on his forehead. — I see, — he gives back, not even finding the topics that they took this month. He turns back and groans. — Where's Felix? — clapping her cilia, looking at the empty seat.
— He will come after the second, — Jisung sighs deeply and closes his eyes, hoping to just fall asleep.
Go for a lunch without Felix was enough to become the most sad person in the world.
Hyunjin, as usual, will go somewhere with people from the parallel, of course, not forgetting to offer it to Han, but he will kindly refuse the offer. He doesn't like other companies, especially since there will be crowds of people in the round-the-clock and shops nearby. Better just be in the canteen to sour somewhere among the little guys.
With the first bell, Jisung pulls the backpack off the hook and, walking around the gathering Hwang, says goodbye to him, after which he quickly leaves the class. Tables only callouse these eyes.
Shaking his head, he slowly walked towards the exit that leads to the courtyard and go with the continuation of the corridor to the dining room. Yesterday, having returned home at midnight with additional English classes and his own walk around the blocks, he immediately fell asleep after a shower. And in the morning he had to run to school so as not to accumulate absenteeism. It debugs until those moments, so that when there is no strength at all, it will be truant with a calm soul.
And all Jisung's dreams of morning pizza collapsed in an instant, as soon as he just turned the corner. Why Minho needed to stand in the aisle with his buddies on this particular day was unclear to Jisung. The least he wanted now was to start complaining against someone in the morning.
But these guys are no different. They annoy him. Complete parallel. Now Han was thinking about just turning around and going back, but his aching stomach and his own needs were more important to him than some unfinished freaks.
— How long will you stand here? — he looks at the four guys with hostility, hiding his hands in an olympic shirt. — Let me pass.
— Hi, chick, — the shortest appeared. Chick? Just don't say that Jisung must like this treatment. He knows it's better not to trust these guys in general, this kind of bullshit is stirred up outside the school. And in general, haven't he seen himself in the mirror? Pig snout.
He saw grins on other faces as well. Lower the chain — they will bite. But Han stands and doesn't give a look, he is not in the mood to fight and try to sort things out. And only the blind will not see it. But of them, only the always frowning guy with a lot of piercings in his ears looks the smartest. Looks sexy, Jisung likes that.
— Let’s go, — Minho said in a monotone.
Decides to stop?
Two discouraged monkeys moved from the aisle, tediously indignant and clearing the way to another part of the school. Jisung silently walked on, ignoring Lee's gaze. He apparently remembers that today they have lunch together. Let's take a closer look at you, Lee Minho.
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For the second lesson, Jisung had to go on an empty stomach. Why? The cook has some kind of “x” day today, she said to come at a big break. Everyone immediately decided to become super-mysterious together, or what? First, Lix, who runs away from responsibility for Jisung's lonely ass, deciding to silently leave him for a week and only write in the chat "Hello, what's going on! In short, then I'll tell you, you're freaking out, in short, that's it, bye." What was Han supposed to understand from this verbosity? In any case, he only understood that he had no one to eat with and that, it turns out, his classmates have a richer and brighter life in every sense, and even more romantic, more fun, and so on down the list. Out of boredom, I had to eavesdrop on girls talking about recently released dramas and the handsome men who play them. And here he is, all such an adult Jisung is sitting alone at the table, picking at the rice with a fork, looking at all the people around. He didn’t even know that Miyeon and Woosung were hanging out with the guys from the eleventh grade, and the girls were organizing tea parties at the biggest table and bringing pastries and cakes. After a couple of minutes, he still managed to hear familiar screams and running. Finally. Felix, holding his cap with his hand, runs to Han and tries not to drop the books from his open backpack. — Han-ah! — runs up to the bench and hugs Jisung from behind, rubbing his hair with his fist. — I missed you so much! — Hi, traitor, — Jisung managed, breathless in his embrace. And it would be better to suffocate, probably. He sees Changbin and Minho enter the dining room. Fuck? They slowly walk to the right table, as if they were not late at all. It was as if they weren't even offering a joint lunch. Jisung is already sick. And it gets even worse when one of them waves his hand. It would be better if he stayed at home today. — Hey, — he sits down on the bench across from Felix. — Where is the food? — Do you need maids? — Han starts bulling and notices that Lix is pulling away from him. He's already tired of it all. — Don’t worry, — Minho pats Changbin on the shoulder, — he’s a boy of his own, — picks him up and quickly guides him to the counter. And then he comes back and sits down at the table. Without his friend. — What's on your mind? — immediately gives out the Jisung, not trying to hide his displeasure. — We want to get to know each other better, — Lee says nonchalantly and takes the napkin from the counter, starting to fold it. — I saw you at the entrance to the school today, — he says to the late-comer Felix. — A very brave act after a broken nose. — I overslept, it happens, — he throws his backpack back on the seat and takes the fried squid from Jisung from the tray, immediately placing the can of energy drink opposite his friend. — I’ll be right back, — he threw in to them and rushed to the other side of the canteen to get the food. Fine. Just great. Han was dumped again and left with Minho. As if on purpose. He wished he could get pissed off right now and start throwing out something nasty so that the dubious little group would leave him and Felix on a date in the school cafeteria. But there is no strength. Jisung just sits, continuing to hypnotize the food. — You haven't sleep well? — Lee asks, leaning his elbows on the table and bowing his head. — You are so smart, — Han replies dryly, continuing to listen to the noise of other children. Better that than unnecessary thoughts. — We shouldn’t have come, — doesn't take his eyes off Jisung, continuing to watch as he tries to spear broccoli on his fork. — Just Sit down, — he puts the tray aside and, having drunk a little energy drink, lie down on the table, sighing quietly. Why is this all for him? Jisung burrows his nose into the sleeve of his sweatshirt and rubs his eyes, which hurt, to colored stars. What vitamins can help here if pain comes from the heart? Just realizing that there will be millions more like him. That after school there is only uncertainty. He doesn't know where to go, who to join. What is it and what is not. He got confused. At that moment, he begins to think that he feels something on his head. Minho moves closer, running his hand through his blond hair almost weightlessly. Stroking. — Fluffy, — goes through the white strands, giving such a rare warmth of the hands. So nice.♡
— Take a tray full of chicken and say that you love her meatballs, — Han mumbled while biting into a donut. — Are you implying something right now? — Changbin stood up from the table, his beefy arms shining from under his tight black t-shirt. — Okay, I’ll bring you food for the starving, — and he left for the victory march. — Why does he have such easy tasks? — dripping grape soda onto Felix's table. — Because I want to live, — Jisung reaches for a napkin to the opposite side of the table, but his wrist is wrapped around. — Eh, — and Minho run his tongue over the sweet fingers in the glaze, — what are you doing? Minho just licks his lips and lets go of his hand. — Sweet, — he smirks and immediately gets a knee in the side. — Fool? — squats over Lee, putting his foot on his hips. And it's too late to realize what he's doing. A hand was already on his waist. — Sit down, — Jisung lowers into his arms and Minho holds him tightly. Needless to say, what a surprised chuckle passed around the table. All right Minho, because Jisung really sat down with his legs dangling to the side, and what about ... Felix! — You look good together, — Lix smiles broadly as he finishes his soda. — My assignment is for you to sit there until the end of recess. — he crunches his chips, looking straight into Jisung’s eyes. — Traitor, — he crosses his arms and leans on Lee’s shoulder, looking sadly at the floor. They have joked a lot. Enough to start doubting everything in the world. And even now. Why is he so comfortable in these hands that it becomes even unfunny? — Help yourself, — Changbin appears from behind and lowers a tray of fried chicken onto the wooden table. — Oh, — he looks at the guys stuck to each other, — what about you, friendly reconciliation? — Shut the fuck up, — Jisung takes the pitted piece and crunches loudly as he sips coffee from Minho’s glass along the way. He always steals other people's food. — Okay, then… — Changbin nodded, sitting down on the bench next to Lix. — Then I suggest you go to the next level, — he straightened up rather, enticing everyone with his speech. And, stretching his lips forward, he pointed with his index finger at them, not forgetting to round his eyes cutely. The stage of acceptance and confusion merged into one, not giving even a second of silence. Han's eyes flicker from Felix, who is laughing off Bean's face, to an equally dumbfounded Minho. They look at each other, trying to figure out if Changbin is joking or not. Nobody cares about hugs, but they're still at school, sort of. — There’s no way they’re kissing, — Felix waves a chicken leg in the air as she flips through her Twitter feed. — Don't forget the rules of the game, — So smiles, looking at the lost rabbits. — Four circles around the field — in short: it's easier to die. And without having to count the seconds, Jisung grabbed Minho's cheek and, turning to him, softly pressed their lips together. As innocent as you can imagine. No one in life would have thought that the Han whom everyone knew was capable of such a thing. — Is it? — after smacking Lee, he immediately turned to his friends in the hope of getting approval. But he didn't even have time to come to his senses, as he was pressed tightly closer and carried away into a warm sweet kiss, not forgetting to hold him from his side. Not having time to realize what this mischief-maker sitting close to had arranged, Jisung moved along the neck and ran his fingers into the long soft hair that shimmers so beautifully in the sun. The click of a camera from the side was more audible than the squeals of his friends all put together. And the hands, tickling the sides, reliably protected from the whole world. And the photo is really good: Jisung, sitting on Minho's lap and kissing him on the lips. School breaks in the canteen are really fun these days.
