───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "For fuck's sake, don't you get it Lee Minho? I don't want you to see my best friend after you stepped on his feelings like it was nothing."
Minho held onto the strap of his bag, his hopeless eyes fixed downwards. Once he didn't respond, he heard Felix sigh.
"Tell me this," Felix started, causing Minho to lift his head up. "Why do you want to meet him?"
Why do I want to meet Jisung?
Felix leaned back against the locker. He watched as Minho pondered, fumbling to put his feelings into words. The feelings he didn't understand himself.
'I'm sure Han was just playing the fool. Don't fall for his trap.' 'It's only normal he wanted to mess with a popular boy.'
Chan's words from earlier that day resonated inside Minho's head, pounding against his ears. But what about the genuineness Minho felt through Jisung's every word? And the hurt he felt through Jisung's eyes the day he rejected the boy? Minho's thoughts were an utter mess.
Felix sighed again.
"... If you were falling in love with Jisung, why did you do that to him?"
Minho locked eyes with Felix and gulped. "Falling in love.. Love. Is that it?" He mumbled in barely a whisper.
"You're crying."
As he heard Felix's words, Minho touched his cheeks. He was, in fact, crying. He wiped his eyes hastily.
Felix pushed himself off the locker and stood straight. "Seriously, you need to sort this shit out dude. If you love him, that's that. Nobody is gross for loving. It does not matter if you thought you weren't gay. If you love Jisung, you love him and you need to face it."
And with that, he walked away, leaving Minho behind in the empty hallway. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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