Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Twenty

MINHO SAT STILL, EYES BLOWN WIDE AS HE FELT JISUNG'S LIPS MOVE AGAINST HIS OWN. HE remained that way for a few seconds, before a surge of emotions ripped out of him. He began to kiss back, every instinct in his body telling him that this was right.

His hands left their idle state next to him to come wrap around Jisung's waist – which was much smaller than he would've originally thought – pulling him closer, and closer, still.

And although Minho hated to admit it, Jisung was a good kisser. As much as he loathed being proven wrong, it didn't seem so bad when the younger boy's lips fit so perfectly against his own, like a missing puzzle piece.

The warmth that soared through him almost felt ethereal, and as soon as they pulled away, he wanted more. He craved for more. Jisung's eyes were wide, as if he was shocked by his own actions, and Minho caught a hint of fear dancing in them.

"I, um, I have to go." He spluttered quickly, stumbling to his feet and rushing out of the house before the older boy could say anything, leaving him to feel just as he always had; alone.

Jisung ran down the sidewalk until the house was no longer in sight, and he finally slowed down. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, and he suddenly felt a raindrop crash softly on the top of his head. He looked up just as a downpour began, and he felt free to let his tears fall, rendered invisible by the rain around them. Why are you so stupid?! He thought, biting down harshly on his lip.

Maybe for once, the rain wasn't so bad.

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Minho turned off the television, and dragged himself up to his room after putting away the untouched glasses of water. Now that the high of kissing Jisung had started to wear off, he realized with a sense of sinking dread that Jisung had a boyfriend.

How could he have allowed this to happen?

How could Jisung initiate something like that when he had a boyfriend? Minho sat down on his bed and buried his face in his hands. Despicable, Lee Minho. Despicable.

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Minho sat at his table as Jeongin rambled on about something he didn't quite catch, staring down at his food. He'd been – for the first time – successful in avoiding Jisung. Maybe it was because Jisung was hell-bent on avoiding him, too.

At least I have Jeongin, he thought, and he'd never been more grateful for the kid who stuck to him like glue.

The warning bell rang, and everyone scrambled out of the cafeteria. "See you later!" Jeongin beamed shyly at him and ran off. "Yeah, see ya..." Minho mumbled, sliding out of his seat and slinging his bag over his shoulder, ready to head to his next class.

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Crap, Minho thought as he sped through the halls. He'd left his pricy science textbook in his class, and it would be expensive to replace. He stared worriedly at the foreboding clouds outside and sighed softly. He knew it would start pouring any minute now, and he just had to get home before that happened.

He really couldn't afford to be trapped out in the rain... and he doubted Jisung would magically pop up with an umbrella again. It can't be helped. He was bound to leave eventually. Minho had a hard time keeping people around, it seemed.

He sighed in relief when he spotted his textbook under his chair where he'd left it.

He snatched it quickly and turned on his heels, quickly exiting the room and jogging down the halls. Already, they were virtually deserted, apart from one person dragging themselves along.

He slowed down, recognizing a familiar backpack. For once, I'll try, he reminded himself, and stretched his lips into a grin. "Jeongin!" The said boy froze, but he didn't turn to greet Minho or wave like he'd been expecting.

The older male approached slowly, apprehensively, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Jeongin flinched away, keeping his eyes downcast. "Are you alright?" he questioned, and the younger boy bit his lip.

The brunet noticed the fresh bruises lining his face, and the dampness of his hair. "Did they do something to you–" he began, slowly growing angry, because Jeongin didn't deserve to be treated as horribly as he was by that gang of punks.

How ought to teach them a lesson.

"No!" Jeongin exclaimed, startling the older male. "Don't... don't do anything," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. "But, Jeongin–" he tried again, and the younger's eyes snapped up to meet his fiercely.

"I said I don't want your help! You only make things worse!" he yelled, slapping Minho's hand off his shoulder. With that, he stormed off just as raindrops began to splatter against the window in time with a single tear trekking down Minho's face. He finally understood why Jisung didn't like the rain.

A/N: Thanks for 1,5k reads uwu whERE ARE Y'ALL COMING FROM

It rains a lot in this universe lMAO

Q: What's your favourite ("weird") drink? (You know, y'all can ask me quESTIONS pls I'm desperate)

A: Call me Canadian, but it's maple syrup in hot chocolate -(0.0)- it sounds gross, but, trust me, honey, everyone who's tried it has loved it :)

Lots of love,

~Junnie 

P.S: When you write 'gang of punch' instead of 'gang of punks' LMFAO (#howtobeasleepdeprivedteenager101)