The Colors of Love - Minsung

seventeen

While the rest of the school chatted away noisily in the cafeteria, three boys sat in complete silence as they ate their meal.

Hyunjin and Seungmin stared at the unresponsive boy sitting across from them while they shot each other questioning glances.

'What's up with him?' Hyunjin indicated with his eyes as he glanced quickly at Jisung before looking back at Seungmin.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'How the hell would I know?'

Hyunjin pursed his lips. 'Well, why don't you ask him?'

Seungmin scoffed silently as he chewed on his chicken. 'Why do I have to be the one to ask? You ask. You're older.'

'What does my age have to do with this?!' Hyunjin argued back silently.

Seungmin rolled his eyes and sighed out of his nose, frustrated at both of his friends. Finally, he faced Jisung who was just picking away at his salad with his fork, not even bothering to eat any food.

The sight only further irritated Seungmin. 'He's really going to play with his food in front of me?! You. do. not. play. with. food.'

"Okay, what the hell is wrong?" Seungmin demanded as he placed his fork down. It was time to get serious.

Jisung looked up briefly before going back to poke at his salad. "What do you mean?" His voice came out dull and uninterested.

"You've been completely quiet. Did something happen?" Seungmin asked, not one to beat around the bushes.

"No," Jisung muttered as he stabbed a cherry tomato rather harshly, causing juice to go spurting everywhere.

Seungmin tried not to wince as a droplet of tomato juice hit him in the face right below his eye. Calm down. Calm down.

Seeing Seungmin's eye twitch in anger, Hyunjin decided now was a good time to butt in. "How did the triple date go? Did one of those guys do something to piss you off?"

"Nothing happened, why?" Jisung shrugged, clearly trying to play it off as nonchalantly as possible. It didn't work on his friends though.

"Right," Seungmin drawled sarcastically, completely unconvinced. He decided to go back to eating his food instead.

Suddenly, a high pitched beep distracted the three of them. Jisung reached for his phone on the table. "The fuck?" he perked up at the notification on his phone screen.

"What is it?" Seungmin asked, standing up from his seat to approach Jisung and peek over his shoulder.

"Jeongin... one of those artists that won. He tagged me on his post. It's just a black photo with a smile drawn on it using white color."

But the caption of the post though... "Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." I need to talk to him. He definitely knows something.

"Ooh, I wanna see his instagram. The art kids always have the prettiest instagrams," Seungmin leaned over in curiosity.

Unbeknownst to them, Hyunjin had stopped eating his meal upon the mention of Jeongin's name and completely focused on listening to their conversation. I swear, I've heard of that name somewhere.

"This is such an aesthetic instagram!" Seungmin suddenly exclaimed. "Holy shit, he's a good artist," he added, shook. He even went as far as to snatch the phone out of Jisung's hand so he could get a better view.

"Give it back!" Jisung complained as his phone was taken away from him but went silent as Seungmin continued scrolling through the feed.

"Aww, he's so adorable here!" Seungmin squealed as he saw the pictures that Jeongin posted of himself. "His fashion sense is on point."

"He's cute," Jisung commented plainly as he peered over his phone which was in the hands of Seungmin. Then all of a sudden... SNAP!

Both heads looked up from the phone in surprise and stared at Hyunjin who had somehow managed to snap the plastic fork in half.

There was an awkward silence until Seungmin mustered up the courage to ask, "Do you want a new fork? Because if you do, then I certainly wouldn't be getting it for you."

Hyunjin threw the broken fork on the table. "No. I'm not hungry anyways." He paused and hesitated before asking Jisung, "Can you give me Jeongin's instagram?"

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In another part of the school, tucked in the arts room, Felix was slouched down on a chair, doodling random things in boredom.

He sat straight up when he heard the doorknob click open, which was then followed by loud footsteps which echoed throughout the empty and vast room.

"Felix," Chan called him as he entered the room rather seriously.

"Yes?" Felix bit his lower lip nervously. He had only seen Chan look this serious for a couple of times. It was honestly terrifying. 

"We need to talk." Chan sat across him, staring him down with a glare. "I went to the storage room a while ago. Can you guess what I found?"

Felix's heart literally almost jumped out of his chest in fear and panic. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Could it be...

"I found tons of your paintings and sketches in there. I didn't know that you liked secretly following me around and drawing me. You creep."

To be continued...