Whispers Of Regret | Hyunlix

Douleur - Pain

L'amour fait mal. C'est la raison pour laquelle il y a autant de chansons d'amour

Translation: "Love hurts. That's why there are so many love songs."

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"Attention, students," the intercom crackled to life, its voice carrying a sense of gravity. "Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Lim Harin, Kim Bora, and Na Hyeji, your presence is urgently requested at the principal's office."

With intrigued gazes and soft murmurs stirring the air, the mentioned names hung in anticipation, like secrets waiting to be unveiled.

"I repeat," the voice continued, steady and unwavering, "Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Lim Harin, Kim Bora, and Na Hyeji, please proceed to the principal's office without delay."

In the bustling classroom, a sudden gasp erupted, causing heads to turn and eyes to widen. Collectively, their attention shifted to the four friends.

Nervously, Jeongin shook Seungmin, who was peacefully dozing off on the table."Hyung," he whispered, giving him a gentle poke. But Seungmin, lost in dreamland, didn't stir. Unfazed, Jeongin persisted, giving him a slightly harder shake, only to receive a grumpy mumble as Seungmin turned away, seeking more sleep.

Across the table, Jisung was completely absorbed in his game, oblivious to the world around him with his headphones on. Sensing it would be pointless to disturb him, Jeongin turned to Felix, seated beside the brunette, and sighed, "Hyung, I don't wanna risk disturbing Jisung hyung's gaming session and facing his wrath. He always listens to you more anyway. I'll try to wake up Seungmin Hyung instead."

With a nod from Felix, Jeongin refocused on Seungmin, determined to rouse him from his slumber.

The blue-haired lifted the headphones from Jisung's head, only to be met with a glare from the guy who was disrupted. However, as the brunette realized it was Felix, his expression softened.

"Lixiee," Jisung protested, "I don't wanna disturb the class with the noise."

Shaking his head, Felix confiscated the brunette's phone and turned it off. "You need to go to the principal's office. They're looking for you and Seungmin."

With a puzzled expression and widened eyes, the brunette asked, "What? Principal's office? What did I do?"

With a shake of his head and a concerned expression, the younger one spoke up, "It's not just you; Harin, Seungmin, Bora, and Hyeji are also being called. If my guess is right, it must be something related to yesterday's incident."

As the words sunk in, a puzzled expression gradually transformed into a stone-cold glare on the brunette's face. "Fuck that bitch," he muttered under his breath, rising from his chair with determination. With a decisive step forward, he kicked Seungmin's chair, successfully jolting him awake—a task the maknae had failed to accomplish.

"Yah, what was that for?" The puppy-faced guy scrunched up his face, shooting Jisung a glare.

With a nonchalant shrug and a roll of his eyes, the brunette replied, "That bitch probably ratted us out to the principal. Now they're after us. Get up now, let's go."