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Kim Seungmin was never in parties. Never in the “cool” people table and never in the basketball team. Not that he needed all of it- he described the lack of popularity as a gift. Always having his lunch packed by his warm hearted mom and eating under a tree because the tables were always packed. Sometimes he thanked that the cute freshman would sit under the tree next to his and casually say hi. His name was Jeongin, if he wasn’t mistaken. He didn’t entirely hate the feeling of being alone. Sometimes he even seek it. Those times when he feels his head hitting a locker or a shoulder bumping against his own, or when he woke up with a sticky note on his forehead that said something ridiculous about him. Usually not lies, though. Sometimes the sticky notes were on his backpack. His older brother always ripped it off before they got home and their mom saw what was written on it— he always silently thanked him for that. His mom wouldn’t understand. Wouldn’t understand that it doesn’t really bother him. Han Jisung wasn’t far from similar. Never in parties; never in the cool people table; and, definitely not in the basketball team. He didn’t always eat alone, usually at the back of school with a friend or two. Sometimes Seungmin passed by and he wasn’t even eating. Just sitting there, alone, with an earphone on his ears and a cigarette hanging lazily between his fingers. All Seungmin knew about him whay that he had a cool style— if skinny jeans and my chemical romance shirts were still cool. And he always stared at Seungmin. Maybe a little too much. But Seungmin convinced himself that this was all in his head. Definitely in his head, because where in the world would a guy with a my chemical romance shirt on look at him, wearing the uniform school. Sometimes Seungmin wore his pierce the veil shirt to see if he would catch Jisung’s attention. He wouldn’t admit he did it for Jisung, tho. As usual, Seungmin was successfully pushed against a locker. He didn’t overreact and simply sighed, wiping a small cut on his chin. He heard a laugher and figured it was just another day of the basketball team teasing him. It never went too far, so he never bothered himself to tell a teacher or whatever. Seungmin was a sophomore already, he wasn’t that weak. Then he felt another push, a little harder. He almost stepped on his own feet and fell, which would be even more pathetic than just being bullied in the hallway. He decided to ignore. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he flinched— closing his eyes shut as expecting for something to push him again. And again, and again. But the hand just stayed there. And he opened his eyes. Han Jisung staring at him like he did when they casually met on the back of school, because that was Seungmin’s way home and Jisung’s spot to smoke. They stared at each other for a few more seconds, which felt like an eternity. “Uh…Bro, you’re bleeding, lowkey. Want me to take you to the nurse office or some shit? I saw it.” Jisung said. Seungmin never heard his voice. It sounded like Jisung didn’t smoke as many cigarettes he saw him smoking. Then Seungmin felt pathetic for this being their first interaction. “I..I wouldn’t mind. But don’t talk about it with the nurse. It doesn’t bother me, and complaining about it would just be worse.” Jisung nodded at his decision about not mentioning the ‘I’m getting physically and mentally bullied” topic, as much serious as it sounded. So they just walked to the nurse’s office. The nurse in question wasnt there. “Seriously, man, that woman is never here. Anyways, let me take care of it..” Jisung so casually got the first aid kit on the nurse’s drawer that Seungmin thought that he might have been there a lot. He didn’t think much about it, and just held his breath when he felt Jisung applying the cotton with antiseptics onto the small cut on his chin. He tried to focus on the ceiling, because Han was right there, so close to him that he could die. A band-aid was pressed onto the small wound and he allowed himself to breath again. “There you go. Just come with me tomorrow for lunch. I know a way out of this hell and we can eat together in the back of school, yeah?” Seungmin tried to answer. He could swear he did, but Jisung was being so nice and adorable that he couldn’t do anything but nod, pathetically. He thanked himself for wearing his brand new my chemical romance shirt he definitely didn’t buy because of Jisung, so he wasn’t looking that uncool. His cheeks were pretty much flushed, thought. Ridiculous. But apparently, Jisung found it funny. Because he was chuckling, walking towards the door. “See ya tomorrow, then. Cutie.” And he left. Not without a wink that made Seungmin dig his fingers into the balcony behind him.