Jisung's POV
As we slid into our seats, I felt the weight of the room settle on us. Sitting directly behind the Princes' table felt like stepping into uncharted waters—dangerous, but oddly thrilling.
Felix didn't seem to care. He was already digging into his food like nothing was out of the ordinary. Seungmin, on the other hand, looked like he was mapping out an escape plan, his eyes darting around the room.
"This isn't the best spot," Seungmin muttered under his breath. "I can feel everyone staring."
"No one's staring," Felix said with his mouth full. "They're too busy staring at them." He jerked his head subtly toward the Princes' table.
I risked a glance over my shoulder. Felix was right—most of the attention in the room was fixed on Minho, Hyunjin, and Changbin. Hyunjin had switched from his phone to messing with his hair, tossing his blond locks dramatically as one of the Simp Club girls squealed. Changbin was mid-story, gesturing wildly as he spoke. Minho just sat there, eating calmly, his sharp eyes occasionally flicking over the room.
And then, for a split second, those eyes landed on me.
My heart stopped.
It was just a glance, fleeting and cold, but it was enough to send a chill down my spine. His expression didn't change—those piercing eyes gave nothing away. It was like being caught under a spotlight, even though I knew he probably wasn't thinking about me at all.
I quickly looked back at my tray, trying to focus on my food, but my appetite was gone.
"Relax, Jisung," Felix teased, leaning toward me. "You're acting like you just got caught stealing his crown."
"Shut up," I hissed, my cheeks heating up.
Seungmin sighed, stabbing at his food with a fork. "I don't get it," he said quietly. "What's the big deal with him? He's just a guy."
Felix snorted. "Oh, come on. Even you have to admit he's kind of...different. He's got that whole mysterious, icy thing going on. People eat that up."
Seungmin rolled his eyes but didn't argue.
I didn't say anything, but Felix's words stuck with me. There was something about Minho—something magnetic, even if it was wrapped in layers of indifference and cold stares.
As the minutes ticked by, I tried to focus on Felix and Seungmin's conversation about our next class, but I couldn't stop my gaze from drifting back to the Princes' table.
At one point, Hyunjin must have cracked a joke, because Changbin burst out laughing, his loud voice echoing through the cafeteria. Even Minho's lips twitched, the barest hint of a smirk appearing for half a second before it disappeared.
It was the first time I'd seen him show any kind of emotion, and it caught me off guard.
"You're doing it again," Felix whispered, smirking at me.
"Doing what?" I asked, trying to play dumb.
"Staring."
"I'm not staring."
"You so are," he said, his grin widening.
Before I could snap back, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Students began to file out of the cafeteria, and the Princes' table was the first to stand. Minho slung his backpack over one shoulder, walking ahead of Hyunjin and Changbin like he didn't have a care in the world.
As they passed by our table, I held my breath, praying he wouldn't notice me.
But then, just as they were about to leave, Hyunjin turned his head and shot me a look—a curious, amused look that made my stomach flip.
"See you around, new kid," he said casually, his voice smooth as silk.
Minho didn't stop or even glance back, but Changbin smirked, muttering something under his breath that made Hyunjin laugh as they walked away.
Felix blinked, stunned. "What was that about?"
"I...have no idea," I mumbled, my mind racing.
Seungmin stood up, grabbing his tray. "Great. Now we're on their radar."
"Is that a bad thing?" Felix asked, grinning. "Because I think it's kind of exciting."
Exciting wasn't the word I'd use. Terrifying felt more accurate.
As we headed to our next class, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted—that the Princes weren't just people I'd admire from a distance anymore.
And I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
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Fanfiction14-year-old Jisung, a boy who, before high school, never considered substances, parties, or toxic relationships. But when he meets Minho, the popular boy everyone either wants to befriend or date, Jisung is drawn into a whirlwind of addiction and re...
