[Minho POV; Third person]
Little did Jisung know, that Minho was laying in bed that same night, looking up at the same sky, and thinking the same thoughts of him too.
Why is Jisung here? he questioned. Minho wasn't sure what he should do. He wasn't sure what he should've done.
Did he make the right decision? Should he have gone after the younger after he finally recognized him? How would he explain himself?
You see, Minho actually did recognize Jisung. By the time he did, though, the school doors were already closing, the faint sounds of crying were fading into the distance.
Minho felt terrible for his actions. The problem is that he doesn't know how to explain this.
He laid in bed and tried to think of ways that he could apologize. Minho, being Minho, got side tracked and lost in his own thoughts. He was thinking of school, essays and essay themes, how lined paper gets made, and why waffles have little squares on them.
He eventually managed to find his way back to the topic of Jisung and thought about the squirrel-like boy for a while longer before drifting asleep.