Red String | Minsung

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The bell rang, and he put his work into his binder. Minho walked passed him and slipped the picture onto Jisung's desk. This confused the younger. Why did he give it back? It's probably because he didn't want to look at it anymore. He managed to forget about it as he slipped it into his pocket. He grabbed his things and left the classroom. He headed to the library to procrastinate once again. 

He sat down in one of the comfy chairs that were there, and pulled his phone out of his pocket, along with his headphones. He put his music on and just sat there. He often did this to calm himself down from his anger, but he didn't really need it for once. He was mostly just thinking. Eventually, he pulled the picture out and stared at it for a while.

He flipped it over and was surprised to see something written on the back. I remember. He looked at it curiously. Minho remembered this? Why didn't he tell me that? Jisung wondered. Oh. Well, I'm dumb. Of course he wouldn't tell me. But then why would he write this? Jisung pondered for a while and turned the picture over again.

He tried to remember his childhood, but most of it was blocked out from his mind. He hated that he could never recall memories from his younger years. It frustrated him. Something, however, popped into his mind. He did remember being friends with someone a long time ago. It was vague, though. He remembered that they would always meet up up rainy days and run through the puddles. He wondered why they grew apart.

As he stared at the picture, he noticed the two of them were wearing rain boots and coats. Then it all clicked in his brain. "That was Minho??" He accidentally said aloud. The few other people who were there looked at him weirdly. He mouthed a sorry, and they turned back to doing who knows what. 

Jisung frowned. He remembered how much fun the two of them had when they were younger. What happened that made us hate each other? The school bell rang, interrupting his thoughts. Had he really been thinking for that long? Oh well. It doesn't matter now. He's an annoying prick. He reminded himself. But he couldn't help but think about it as he left the quiet room. 

He was lost in his thoughts as he wandered down the busy hall and ended up bumping into someone. "Watch where you're going, dumbass!" Of course, it was Minho. Any thought about Minho being not as bad as he thought, disappeared. "Fuck you, Minho." Jisung snarled. 

He made it to his locker, which Felix was already there. "Hey, Jisung!" He greeted. "Hey." He responded simply. "Excuse me, where's my hug?" Felix questioned. Jisung scrunched his nose. "Since when have I hugged you?" He asked, confused. "Since now!" He grinned and hugged the squirrel. 

Jisung groaned. "Get off Felixxx. I gotta put my stuff away." Jisung whined. Felix pouted. "You're rude." He huffed. Jisung rolled his eyes before unlocking his locker. As he was putting his stuff away, the picture fell out of his pocket, again. "Ooh, what's this?" Felix asked curiously. He picked it up before Jisung could stop him.

"Oh, you found it? Wait- HEY! Give it back!" Felix was cut off by Jisung snatching it out of his hand. "Don't look at it." Jisung said sternly. "Why're you like this? I wanted to look at it." Felix complained. "Too bad. Now, let's go to the cafeteria." The blonde said as he closed and locked his locker. Felix crossed his arms. "Hmph. Fine." 

"You're such a child." Jisung shook his head as they walked down the hall. They walked into the cafeteria with Chan and Jeongin already sitting at their table, eating. "What took you guys so long?" Chris questioned as they sat down. "Well, Jisung here wouldn't let me look at the picture he has." He stated. "What picture?" Jeongin asked. Jisung groaned. Now they were all going to bug him about it. "It's nothing."

"Don't lie, Jisung. It wouldn't be nothing if you're acting like this." Felix retorted. "Can't you mind your own goddamn business? Why do you always have to know everything? Clearly, if I'm saying it's nothing, I don't want you to see it, so back off." Jisung exploded out of nowhere. Felix flinched. "I-I'm sorry. I just didn't think it was that big of a deal-" "That's the problem, Felix. You never take anything seriously. You think you need to know everything. Well, guess what, not everything needs to involve you, so get off my case." 

Felix's eyes watered. "I'm sorry. I-I'm gonna go." The freckled boy choked up. He stood up and left the cafeteria. "What the fuck, Jisung." Chan spoke up. Jisung snapped back to reality. "I'm gonna go find him." Jeongin said before getting up and leaving.

"Jisung, you know he's sensitive. You went way too damn far." The Aussie called him out. Jisung held his head in his hands, pulling at his hair. "Fuck, I know. I don't know where that came from." Jisung replied, feeling immense regret. Chan sighed. "What's on your mind?"

"I don't know. There's too much right now." He yanked at his hair. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked the younger. Jisung shook his head. "I-I can't." 

"What do you mean you can't?" The curly-haired male questioned. "I don't know. I-I think I need to be alone right now." Jisung stood up. "Wait, Jisung! It's important to talk about how you're feeling. You can't keep bottling things up!" Chan said. Jisung's thoughts tuned the other out as he walked away. 

He felt awful.