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The nervousness was unsettling.
Why was he nervous? He had no idea.
Maybe it was because he was returning
to school after weeks of absence. Maybe
he was scared he'd be bullied again.
Or maybe, it was because he did not
want to meet a certain person.

Minho.

He wasn't sure if he'd be able to
pull through the day after being
rejected by Minho. The heartache was
still fresh and very much alive in
him. Jisung cursed under his breath
when he felt his heart sink into his
stomach. He had been sitting by himself
at the back of the school until the
first bell rang. After a few minutes of
making sure there was nobody around,
Jisung finally sneaked in.

He walked slowly to his locker, his
footsteps being the only sound to echo
in the empty hallway. It took Jisung a
few seconds to realise he was at his
locker. It looked nothing like it used
to. The red surface of the door was
an absolute mess. He could barely make
out insults and disgusting words
carved into the metal door. It made
his insides twist.

But hiding the negative remarks
underneath it were words painted over
in bright yellow. Was it even paint?
He didn't know. He could only focus
on what it read.

'HAN JISUNG IS NONE OF THIS
HE IS HAPPINESS;
LOVE AND PRECIOUSNESS
HAN JISUNG IS AN ANGEL'

Jisung let his fingers trace over
the the rough surface. A weak smile
formed on his lips. Whoever wrote
this is the real angel.

And it certainly was not Felix's
handwriting, he could tell.
But who else?
Maybe it looked familiar.

Just, maybe.

He swung open the door, not in the
least expecting a papers to come
flying out due to the force.

Jisung looked at his feet.

Square ruled papers.

His stomach knotted. His eyes then
observed inside his locker. A bunch
of square ruled paper laid still.

Why did Minho leave this many notes?

He bent down to pick the few that
had fallen with slightly trembling
hands. Without daring to unfold any,
he shoved them into his locker, then
placed his things over the notes.

Jisung walked away with a heavy
feeling. He was afraid.

Afraid to know what might be
written in there.
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