Red String | Minsung

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"Shh! He'll hear you!"

Minho was pushed by Changbin, practically falling onto Jisung. "What the hell, Changbin!" Minho exclaimed. Jisung groaned in pain. Jeongin and Felix peered at the two curiously. "Uh, sorry about that. He's a little stupid." Minho spoke awkwardly. Jisung glared at the older. "Hey!" The raven-haired male exclaimed.

"Why're you two here?" Jisung interrogated. "This loser right here," He pointed back at Changbin. "wants to get a closer look at your little friend Fe-" Minho was cut off by Changbin covering his mouth aggressively. "Don't listen to anything he says, at least not that. He's here to apologize." Minho bit Changbin's hand, causing him to screech.

Jisung sighed. He guessed Minho liked to be friends with idiots, like himself. Besides Seungmin, of course. "Fine, let's hear it." Jisung said, uninterested. "Can we go somewhere else? I have to get your clothes from my locker anyway." The brunette asked though it seemed more like a demand. "I don't know, Minho. I don't really feel like moving." 

Minho groaned. He didn't want to delay it any longer. He grabbed the younger's wrist, pulling him up. Jisung was dumbfounded. He turned his head to look at his friends. Felix mouthed good luck, and Jeongin looked amused. Changbin made no effort to leave, but rather sitting down at his friends' table. 

Jisung allowed himself to be practically dragged away, not bothering to put up a fight. As they exited the cafeteria, Jisung spotted Chris, who was looking at the two of them with a surprised expression on his face. Minho showed no signs of letting go of his wrist any time soon. 

They eventually arrived at Minho's locker, and he still had not even loosened his grip on the younger's wrist. "Um, Minho?" Jisung piped. "What?" Minho said in an annoyed tone. "You can let go of my wrist now." He stated. "Oh, right. Sorry." The brunette quickly let go, looking embarrassed. He quickly unlocked his locker.

He dug through his bag, before pulling out neatly folded clothes. "Here are your clothes." He said simply, extending his arms to the latter. Jisung hesitantly grabbed them. "Thanks..." He replied. Minho shut his locker. Jisung waited impatiently for Minho to speak. "Well?" Jisung pressured, crossing his arms.

The brunette was pulled out of his thoughts. "Right, sorry." He slapped his cheek to snap himself out of it. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. What I did was seriously messed up." He started. "You think?" Jisung interrupted, causing Minho to glare at him. Jisung raised his hands up. "Sorry, sorry. Continue."

"I never should've said what I did yesterday. I didn't think before speaking and right after I said it, I immediately regretted it." He spoke sincerely. Jisung felt weird. He knew Minho was being sincere, which threw him off. "It's okay, I guess." The blonde replied, unsure of what to say. Minho seemed to drift off into his thoughts. He leaned against his locker before sitting down on the floor. Jisung sat down as well.

"Do you remember that one time when we were little? We snuck out of school during recess. You ended up having a panic attack because we were lost in a large group of strangers. I wanted to help you, but I ended up getting separated from you because a teacher found me. I tried to get back to you but the teacher wasn't listening to what I was saying because she was mad that we snuck off school grounds."

"By the time I finally got the teacher to listen to me, we were already back inside the school. She told me that she was going back to get you, and she wouldn't let me go along with her. I got detention, so I couldn't visit you when they brought you to the nurse. That was the last time we were really friends." Minho stopped talking, and Jisung was shocked. It was the memory he had remembered the day before.

He hadn't left him, he was forced to go. It had been a misunderstanding. He remembered that after that incident, Minho had tried to talk to him, but Jisung refused to listen to his apology and explanation. They hated each other ever since. "I do remember. I thought you had just left me there." Jisung responded. "We would probably still be friends now if you would've listened to me then."

The younger fake gagged. "I can't imagine that." He said. They both laughed. "Well, at least you're listening to my apology this time. I think the reason I was so dumb about your panic attacks is because of that event."

"Maybe."

The two of them sat in peaceful silence, an extremely uncommon occurrence for them. Jisung reminisced about their past. He was able to remember some events from when they used to be friends. He smiled softly. He glanced over at Minho, who did the same. They stared into each other's eyes.

Minho suddenly looked away, a frown on his face. It looked as if he remembered something. "I should probably get going. Changbin's gonna be wondering what's taking so long. Thanks for listening." He stated, giving a small smile before walking away. Jisung sat there dumbfounded, realizing what had just occurred.

"What on earth was that?" He muttered to himself. Jisung felt even more confused. He put his hand to his heart. It was beating faster than usual. What the hell? What is this feeling? Many thoughts went through the blonde-haired male's head. He felt a sort of fondness, a longing. He shook his head, slapping his face multiple times. He stood up quickly, giving himself a head rush. He groaned and held his head in his hands before speed walking back to the cafeteria.

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