Inside My Head || Minsung

~ONE~

MINHO:

I take my new schedule from Miss Kim and head to my new first class, Math. I was failing the more advanced courses, so they moved me down to less advanced classes. Moral of the day; do your homework, and don't pretend to be Gollum and shout "My precious!!" in the middle of class... Apparently that's how you fail. Just... Don't ask why I said that...

And there is a little more to it than that.... 

I huff impatiently as I walk in and Miss Yook smiles at me, looking like she has to be this happy everyday, and is getting tired of it. 

"Hi! Class, welcome Minho. He's your age and won't hurt you, so there's no need to worry. Okay?" Is it necassary to say I won't hurt them? Although... Most of them look like bullied kids... So maybe.... "You can take a seat back there by Jisung. Is that okay, Jisung?"

The only free desk is in the back, next to a kid with fluffy, dyed blonde hair, and blue contacts, so I assume he's Jisung. The boy looks up, and shrugs, raising an eyebrow for a second, more than likely to display his not caring. Why didn't he just say 'yes', 'no', or 'I don't care'?

I walk back and put my bookbag on the chair next to his. Every desk is the same color, every chair is the same color, the colors aren't bright... Mainly all dull... Brown desks, black chairs, light grayish blue walls, beige floor, and students aren't wearing bright clothes or carrying colorful notebooks. It's like a dungeon. 

"Is everything okay, Minho?" Miss Yook asks, looking back at me with concern in her eyes. 

"W-what? Yeah, fine. Just... It's not as colorful as most classrooms I've seen." I respond. 

"Well, some kids don't like all the bright colors, and I'm here to make sure you're all cared for well, so for the comfort of the students, the classrooms are dull. Is that a problem to you?"

A kid with uneven bangs glares at me, her eye twitching a little. I shake my head quickly. "N-no ma'am it is not an issue. I was just curious." I sit down very fast. 

I look over at Jisung and murmur, "It's kinda tough to get along with her, isn't it?"

Jisung stares me straight in the eyes, and purses his lips. "Um... Do you.. disagree, or-? Why aren't you answering?" I ask, honestly confused. 

A girl leans across from her desk, tapping my arm to assure she had my attention. "Hi, I'm Jia, and I'm here 'cause of my depression. But enough about me- Jisung... He.. Can't talk... Or maybe he just refuses to, but it's all in his anxiety. Or, that's what doctors think. So he can't -or won't- talk. If you're lucky, and he likes you, maybe he'll write notes, or text you. But that's the most 'talking' you'll get out of him. When we have to present in class he sits out. He's got it good for that, but bad because of his refusal to talk. He won't even speak at home- his sister, who graduated about.. Hmm.. Four years ago? Anyway, Jimin said he sometimes would write for her, or text her, but no more. No one has ever heard his voice- Except maybe himself. Oh- he can also do sign launguage."

It takes a second for me to process this information, than I look over at him. "Really?"

He throws his hands in the air, as if giving up on me. "Wait- Jia, how do you know this?"

"He wrote it to me, and the teacher did explain some. And he might not look at you some days, it's normal. I don't know why, but he'll pay a little bit of attention to the new people, than completely ignore them. He only wrote to me because I knew his sister, and she was the bully to the bullies, and helped all of the victims."

"Oh...."

I feel a very gentle, soft tap on my arm. I look over. Jisung pulls his hand back quickly, than points at me, and raises his hands as if to say, 'why?'. Jia sits back in her seat, next to a kid with about twenty stress balls on his desk, and even more in his bookbag. 

Well then- 

"I'm here because of awful grades, class disturbance, and... Um... Some home stuff..." 

He chews on his lip for a second, before shakily touching my hand, like an attempt at comforting me. I smile at him, and he pauses, staring for a minute, before looking very quickly away, his face going red. 

That was cute. 

No it wasn't. 

Minho. 

Lee Minho. 

That was not cute.

Now stop thinking. 

We got ourselves into amess by thinking a boy was cute... 

Let's not make it worse...

But my dumbass doesn't listen to my head. 

"Um... This might come off as strong," I'm whispering intensely, "But.. Um.. Can I have your number?"

His eyes pop open wide, and he shakes his head. 

Did he say no?

I look away, embarrassed. 

He taps my arm, more comfortable with the motion after the first time. I look at him, not expecting much, but he passes me his phone, the contacts option open. 

I accept the phone with a soft 'Oh.' 

I type my number in, triple checking to be sure I got it right, and put my name in. 

He smiles. A real, adorable smile. 

Stupid Minho- Don't you dare think it. 

He's adorable.

Shit. 

Jisung seems to remember that he shouldn't be too comfortable, and looks away.

I notice that other people are writing and I look over at Jia. She nods at her math book and mouths the page number, so me and Jisung start working. 

Sometime during the middle of second period (we stay in the same classroom the whole day- unless we're supposed to go out for Phys. Ed, outside activities, school activities, etc), Jia hands me a note. 

Be careful- Jisung seems comfortable with you now (already a huge surprise), but he could change his mind and decide he doesn't like you anymore, and it won't take him long. So please be careful. 
~Min Jia

Impressive handwriting. I nod at her, and continue my essay outline. 

Well fuck. 

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A/n: 

So~ Hi! My fourth actual book (excluding my One-Shots book) and it's Minsung!

I hope you like it! 

Thank you!

Byee! 

Word Count: 1102

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