Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Thirty-One

JISUNG LET OUT A QUIET SIGH AS HE SLOWLY APPROACHED THE CAFETERIA TABLE HYUNJIN AND Felix sat at. He was incredibly nervous, mostly because Felix had ignored all of the texts he'd sent out the previous evening.

His hopes that he hadn't messed up too bad were slowly crumbling, and he knew that if this encounter didn't go well, then things would probably never get fixed. He hesitantly slid into an empty seat at the table, and the chatter around them stopped.

Hyunjin sent him a sympathetic smile, while Felix looked up at him, face set in a stone cold expression. It sent shivers down Jisung's spine. "What do you want, Jisung?" Felix glared, and the said boy kept his eyes on the table's chipped surface, before he looked up at his friend.

"I don't want us to fight," he replied smoothly, swallowing thickly. Felix scoffed, averting his gaze. "You should've thought of that before you started talking to my brother," he spat, and Jisung's fists clenched at his sides; all of a sudden, he felt a hot rush of anger.

"What's so wrong with that?" he growled, and Felix's eyes snapped up in surprise. Jisung took a deep breath and steadied himself. "I won't choose, Felix. That's ridiculous. I care about the both of you, and until you get that through your head..." he trailed off, wincing slightly.

He'd let his frustration do the talking, and he knew he'd just royally messed up. He sighed and ran a hand down his face, before standing up; before I do any more damage. "See ya, Hyunjin," he mumbled, and the dark haired boy smiled sadly at him, eyes gleaming in a way that said: "I'll try to help as much as I can."

Jisung nodded back gratefully, before he left the cafeteria, oblivious to Minho's confused eyes following him. He was going to try and find Seungmin; at this point, he was probably the only person Jisung could consider a friend.

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Jisung found the redhead in the courtyard, sitting alone with a book. His mouth hung open slightly, his eyes focused on the words sprawled across the pages in front of him. Jisung took a seat next to him, crisscross-apple-sauce.

After a few minutes, Seungmin picked up his bookmark and placed it inside his book. He turned to look at Jisung with an eyebrow raised. "To what do I owe this honour?" he asked dramatically with an undertone of sarcasm. Jisung rolled his eyes with a giggle, and chose not to answer.

"Rude," Seungmin grumbled, crossing his arms with a small pout. "Have you... fixed things with Felix?" he questioned tentatively, and Jisung tensed, before shaking his head. He felt compelled to talk to Seungmin; despite his sometimes snarky attitude, he had this feeling to him that he was good at understanding things.

"You know, Felix and I used to be friends." Seungmin stated wistfully, before shaking his head. Jisung's eyes widened in surprise, because he never would've suspected it. "Really?" He was sure his eyes were bulging out of his skull, and the redhead chuckled before waving him off half-heartedly.

"Yeah. Best-friends, even. Way back when," he chuckled, and Jisung bit his lip; he'd met Felix during their freshman year, and the two had fit in right away with the members of the athletic clubs, and had somehow clicked together.

"What... happened?" he asked, because he was genuinely curious. Felix had never spoken about him, nor had he ever waved when the two most-likely passed the redhead in the halls. "He got tired of me, I guess," Seungmin smiled ruefully.

"More important people started paying attention to him, and when you've got all the jocks wanting to be your friend, who sticks around with the drama nerd?" He shrugged, and Jisung felt his mouth dry.