Secrets // Minsung ✓

Chapter 4

Jisung walked into the cafeteria and scanned the room with his eyes, until he saw the person who he was looking for. He mustered up the courage and walked towards the table in eyesight.

As he got there, he threw something onto Minho's head. It was his shirt. The shirt that Jisung had ruined. "Here you go, dickhead," Jisung spoke. Maybe the given insult was a bit too much. He couldn't help it. For some reason, he felt sympathetic towards Minho, which made him confused. Still, he was in no way planning on being nice.

Minho groaned angrily as he removed the piece of clothing from in front of his eyes. Then he saw Jisung standing in front of him. "Wow, you came through," he scoffed mockingly. If he had to be honest, he had completely forgotten about the fact that Jisung had ruined his shirt. And after leaving his home pretty late the night before, Minho was surprised that he even had time to wash it. "Guess it's your lucky day today, nerd,"

"Guess it is," Jisung repeated part of Minho's sentence. "Not that you'd be able to do anything if I wouldn't have done it, but I'll humour you," he mocked, which ticked off the last bit of anger that Minho held towards him.

The latter slammed his hand onto the table and shoved away his chair, standing up while doing so. He grabbed the collar of Jisung's shirt, pulling him up a tad bit. "I forgot how much I actually hated you," he said, grinding his teeth.

Jisung wasn't fuzzed one bit. He moved closer towards Minho and whispered something that gave him the upper hand. "Remember, you owe me," And with that, Minho let go of his collar and pushed him aside. Jisung moved forward, slightly. "And for this... you owe me as well," he whispered and then turned back around, joining his friends at their table.

"Wait— You..?" Is all that Minho was able to say. Jisung turned his face around slightly and had a grin plastered all over his face. He also held up a peace sign, which actually meant 'two'. Then Minho figured it out. The blond boy tried making Minho angry with him so that his friends wouldn't suspect anything—not that they would have either way, but his girlfriend would have. He sat down and groaned. "This is why he and I should never cross paths," he said, playing along.

"Then why do you still cross paths with him, he's such a know-it-all," Jihna scoffed with a resentful look in her eyes. She didn't like the fact that Minho and Jisung still talked to one another, whether they were kind to one another or not.

Minho sighed. Time to break the ice. "Professor Choi has assigned him to be my tutor," He cautiously let it slip out of his mouth, again with a sigh. His girlfriend didn't look too happy with what had just come out of his mouth.

One of his friends — Hyunjin — just laughed at him. "A tutor? Well... maybe you could learn something from him then," He didn't exactly laugh at the fact that Minho needed tutoring, he just found it hilarious that his tutor was the one person he couldn't stand the sight of.

"Yeah, dumbass, that's the point," Minho spoke, softly smacking Hyunjin's head and slouching back onto his chair. Little did he know that Hyunjin didn't exactly mean it like that.

"Anyway, stop being so mean to him," his other friend — Bang Chan — said. He didn't know why Minho resented the blond boy so much. He hadn't really done anything to him. He guessed standards and labels really are that mysterious and weird part of high school—that ruined relationships.

"Tsk... maybe if he stops acting the way he does," Minho scoffed. He doesn't exactly remember why he hated Jisung's guts—he did remember, he just didn't want to admit it to his friends. And now he just got annoyed every time they breathed the same air. Maybe he acted this way with the boy because he resembled him a lot more than he thought—and he just despised himself.