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Minho never left school early. Once the last bell goes, he always strolls around to pass time. He would lie on the rooftop and watch the clouds, play the piano in the music room or dance in the basketball court (because he loved how his footworksounded against the court floor). Today, Minho decided to stop by the library. Just before he entered, he let out a dry chuckle as he remembered the events from days ago. The time he cornered Kim Seungmin. Yeeting the thoughts off his mind, he walked into the spacious, silent room.

Or so it was supposed to be.

With a few quiet steps forward, Minho was able to hear soft sniffles. Somebody's crying?

He allowed his senses to lead him to the direction of the sound and headed straight to the back. He stopped by the last shelf and peeped behind it.

What is Han Jisung doing here? He observed the delicate boy's frail frame curled up in the corner as he sobbed onto his knees. For a moment, something sparked in Minho. He had plans of approaching Han Jisung already but right now, those ill intentions faded away.

"Squirrel boy?" Minho called out in a whisper.

Jisung stopped breathing. He lifted his head up with reddened, tear-stained cheeks and locked eyes with Minho. A weak chuckle left his lips. "Oh hey.." He greeted, then wiped his eyes with his sleeves.

Without a word, Minho approached the boy and sat down beside him. "Who made you cry, cutie?" He asked. And although Minho lived a carefree life without getting himself attached to anybody, his heart ached at the sight. The squirrel boy with squishy little cheeks and pretty eyes sparkling with tears looked so incredibly hurt, it made him sad.

Jisung cleared his throat. "It doesn't matter." He replied. He sighed, then looked at Minho with a smile. A smile so drained of hope.

"You can tell me if you want."

Jisung thought for a few minutes. He then spoke up while playing with his fingers. "Well.. The guy I like.. Um- he likes somebody else so.."

Minho listened quietly. "You like whom?"

A defeated chuckle escaped Jisung's lips. "... My best friend. God- I love him." Once his voice cracked at the end of his sentence, Jisung inhaled deeply. His eyes dampened all over again. He looked at the ceiling and blinked repeatedly to prevent the tears from escaping.

"You're in love with Seungmin..?" Minho questioned as he checked out his fingernails.

Jisung gave no response for a while. He sighed again. "No.. It's Felix. I'm in love with Felix."

Minho mouthed an 'Oh' (although Jisung wasn't looking at him). The two remained comfortably silent as Minho stared at Jisung's side profile, admiring his flawless features. He then lifted his forefinger to wipe a tear away, causing Jisung to snap his head to look at Minho.

They stared at each other for a while.

"You know.. You could come over to my place today." Minho said, his voice soft and sweet, and definitely inviting.

Jisung didn't break eye contact. "...... To fuck?"

The response caused Minho to burst out laughing. "Sure, if you want to... Use me to forget it."

"Why would you put yourself so low?" Jisung asked.

Minho looked away and wondered. "I don't know.. Aren't I a slut? That's what I used to hear as an oblivious child who never knew my family was fucked up." He faced Jisung again. "So use my body to feel better.. Just like they used to."

"No fucking way." Jisung stared in disbelief. "Nobody deserves that, and no way I'll treat you that way." He could swear for a split second he noticed the older's eyes dampen.

Minho smiled. "Fine then how about this, treat me however you want to.. As long as you'll be okay."

"I barely know you.."

"We can always get to know each other, yeah?"

Jisung leaned to rest his head on Minho's shoulder. "... But I do want to forget. I want to forget my feelings for Felix."

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