school students, obviosly

      Twilight descended on the freeway, dragging the milk moon along with it. The clear blue sky, sending everyone to rest, allows you to sit down and take a breath. Allows everyone to hide through dark alleys. Winter is slowly receding, but the nights are still cold. Climbing the suspension bridge, Jisung  holds on to the handrail and rises to the top above the road, throwing himself into the arms of a cool wind.        And he stands, looking straight into the eyes of a clouded spark. Something beautiful, intangible. For what is impossible to achieve.        Minho. He leans on the sides with his elbows, stands silently, without moving. The red lights of a traffic light are reflected by a contour on a face that speaks better than a thousand words in a pamphlet.          Phrases are swallowed, legs reach for the bottom, and the moment disappears.          "I have so much to tell you"          Jisung takes a step. Then the second. Third. And he doesn't count anymore. He sees Lee turning towards the road.        He was always waiting for him from class. He saw off, and then left on business. But he waited exactly two hours. And he always came back. Son thought a lot about this gesture on the part of Minho himself, and the explanation was only in the word "anxiety". Knowing that some dangerous groups were rioting around the city, he couldn't help but worry about Jisung, who gets into trouble so often due to his brash nature. Just as happened when they first met a year and a half ago. Lee was ready to nail him right on the spot, despite the fact that they were in the main courtyard of the school, but in the end he himself received a schnobel. They fought almost the entire high school. Although for some it was a war for rights and a ladder, but for someone for attention. No one had any desire to annoy each other every day, but the guys more and more often got into skirmishes, competing literally for nothing. For whom surrendered this sports festivals and plastic cups? Of course, for these two classes.        Han comes to the middle of the bridge. What to talk about now, when the topics have exhausted themselves, and in the head there is a tangled ball of darkness? He continues to walk, and without even moving to the side, passes by. Passed by Minho.        Passes by, clutching his fists in his pockets and pushing his palms to the blood, but he will never admit it. He doesn't care. Now.          He waited too long for a miracle that didn't happen.

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       The conversation, which Lee put aside on the far shelf, dragged on. It's been three months of silence.        It was like he was back in a phase where he couldn't figure out how he felt for Jisung. And again it happens in the spring. The transition to eleventh grade was more difficult than Minho had imagined. During the holidays, he did nothing. Lee went out in the evenings to get some fresh air. And twice at most he met at dinner with Chan. He remembers how Han felt inexplicable sadness and anxiety this october. And now he's scared too.        Not forgotten was the reaction of the family that evening, when he decided to put everything on the shelves, he gave a whole lecture about what he wants to do, who he wants to love and where to live. And also about those things that he turned a blind eye to: either excessive guardianship, or the absence of any attention. They always ran from one extreme to another, urging Minho to put up with it and always keep quiet. It was the first time he had spoken to both of them without raised tones, or at least tried. And he didn't care what they thought about his mute feelings.          You don't have to apologize for who you are. That's the whole truth.          And now he could give free rein to fate to choose, destined for them, not destined. If  something else will be there or won't. But there is little time left. The cherry blossoms have already begun.          [minho]              hello        [hani]            ?          Lightning response. As usual, he doesn't take his phone out of his hands.          [minho]              do you go to school on       monday?        [hani]              do you want something?        [minho]              let's go to the park after school                [hani]              Minho, speak directly        [minho]               i wanna go out with you        [hani]             is it about the train station?          The place where they were together before the bridge.          [minho]              yes        The untitled line hung for three minutes.          [hani]              i'll clean up and go down to the gate        [minho]              fine  

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       It's a pity that the rose petals fall off so quickly. As the silhouettes pass by. Everyone runs out of the yard to go out onto the main road and find themselves in a rainbow fairy tale. Familiar parallels pass by, briefly saying goodbye to Minho. The middle classes fly out like a bullet, jumping up the stairs, laughing and shouting loudly, for which they hear words of indignation from the teachers leaving the building. Everyone is so calm and relaxed, breathing in the young spring. All but one person.        He kicks the lying petals with his boots, knocking them back and forth. Minho stayed until Han comes out of school in a denim jacket and a backpack slung over his shoulder. Beautiful even at the end of a working Monday.          — Yo, — Jisung steps closer and give a five. Minho answers right away.        — Hi, — he taps his palm and looks at Han, smiling. — You look…fresh.        — Um, — chuckling, patting him on the shoulder, — thank you?          And they turn back, walking slowly towards the exit.        Many companies gather at the fence to celebrate the new school year together. Some couples in school uniforms walk along the alley, innocently holding hands. And April cats gather in green corners, purring from the touch of passers-by.          — Cute.        — What?        — I mean, — Minho looks from the crimson trees to Jisung, holding the strap of his backpack, — you look cute.          They seem to have passed the stage of embarrassment, sudden unexpected remarks that cause a herd of goosebumps on the hands, but apparently not completely.          — If you'll say it again I’ll go home, — Han said quietly.        — I won’t do it again, — after a couple of seconds, Lee takes off his black cap and puts it on Jisung’s head.        — What are you doing? — under the visor, dark button eyes are visible through the fluffy strands.        — So that no one sees your reddened cheeks, — he straightens his hair, making an even parting in the middle.          He really wants to see that smile more often. Truth wants to know what he's doing so he can offer to do something together instead. He figured it out a long time ago. That he can't run away from the hearts in those pupils that hide when their eyes are wet. It's just his. This is what he needs. Like pants that fit perfectly around the waist and don't put pressure on it when you sit down. Like a random affectionate street cat after a hard day. Like plants blooming in spring that wake up after winter storms. But now instead of them the pleasant warm sun shines.          — I didn’t mean to tell you that words, — Jisung grabs the end of the sleeve of a colored windbreaker, stopping Minho on one of the green trails in the park, where the street food eateries go further.        — What do you mean? — Lee turned to him and looked alarmed at the sudden remark in the silence. But he immediately understood what it was about and changed emotion to seriousness. — No…no, wait.        — I blew it, didn't I?          Not again. Jisung felt hurt and sad again even though he didn't even do anything. And Minho didn't say anything about it. This little forest animal again thought that he was to blame for everything? Lee's head is a hurricane of sharp, splintered words and lines. He blamed everyone for his troubles. The whole world was evil to him. But Jisung  didn't apply to the whole world. He's priceless.          — I really liked you, but I didn’t know how to show it.        — You could just say it.          "Forgive me" — is the way to say it in such cases. But Minho couldn't think of any of the things he was going to talk about all seven hours until midnight. Nothing but awareness of the reality of what is happening.        He just stood motionless for a couple of seconds, and then came close to Han and pressed him to him. Tightly..          — I love you, — Lee whispered into Jisung’s ear, exhaling hotly after him. He leaned into his neck, kissing him softly. —  Sorry than I'm late.              — I won’t forgive you, — Jisung said. And in a second he began to squirm, laughing. — Don't tickle me! — began to fight off with his hands from his nose near on his Adam's apple, but nothing happened. And he surrendered, succumbing to the hugs.          So warm.        And quietly sniffed five minutes later.