C-7
I run straight to the rooftop after getting some things from the infirmary. I decide to go ten minutes later than usual because I figure that Minho will not go there if he sees me.
When I arrive, my guess is right. There's Minho with his eyes closed, sitting on the floor whilst leaning on the wall. I contemplate for a second, but I eventually skip towards him as I hold the things I got. I gently put the paper bag on his lap.
I decide to go with Felix's suggestion about giving him something, but it's not food. It's just a couple of basic medical supplies because I noticed the bruises on his knuckles when we were in class earlier. He must've gotten it from punching those thugs.
Just as I stand up, I see Minho opening his eyes.
"Oh, I thought you were sleeping."
"What do you want?" He groans.
"I just want to give you something." I point to the paperbag. "Your knuckles aren't healed yet so I dropped by the infirmary."
He looks at it then back at me with a puzzled look.
"Don't throw that away, okay? It wasn't easy getting those, the nurse asked me so many questions."
He stands up and looks at me with a straight face. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you blind or just stupid?"
I feel a pang in my chest because of his words. "Why... Why are you saying that?"
"Was I not clear enough when I told you that I don't want friends? What are you here for anyway? You're just one of those people who keep judging others like it's their job and those that come to you because they want something." He laughs dryly.
"I'm sorry. I know it wasn't right to avoid you just because I was nervous, but I'm telling the truth."
He just raises an eyebrow at me.
"Can't I just genuinely want to be your friend?"
"That's bullshit." He scoffs. "I don't want you to be my friend so stop pestering the hell out of me."
I bite my lower lip as I feel the corner of my eyes turn hot. Minho's frown is gone, his lips parting as his eyes widen a little.
"I-If you say so..." I say and walk away before I start crying in front of him.
I wipe my eyes as I climb down the stairs, trying to calm myself before anyone can see me looking like a reindeer because of my flushed nose.
I sigh when I reach the classroom and head straight to my desk. I forgot that he's my seatmate for a moment. Now we'll have to endure sitting awkwardly beside each other for the rest of the school year.
I guess I was too annoying and pushy. Maybe being friends with him is a bad idea after all... but I never wanted something so bad in my whole life.
What is wrong with me?
I wanted to hit my face on my desk to wake myself up from my nonsense but a hand shields my forehead from it.
"Woah! Are you okay?" He flips his hand on my forehead to check the temperature. "Do you feel sick?"
"I'm fine, Han."
He crouches down beside me with a look of concern. "You weren't there at lunch yesterday and today. Did you go back to where you've been staying?"
"Just briefly, but it's not the same anymore..." I blink repeatedly to stop my eyes from dampening.
"What's the problem, Y/n? You can tell me." He smiles.
"I really don't want to talk about it. I just feel... sad?"
"Oh..." Jisung pouts and turns quiet for a while, fidgeting with his fingers. "Do you, uh, maybe want to go out with me after class?"
"What for?"
"You know, do the essays... and stuff."
"What about your friends?"
He laughs. "They don't need me. Seungmin would be very happy to get rid of my freeloading butt."
I giggle at his words. "Alright then."
"Cool! See you later, noona."
"Thanks, Han."
"Anytime." He scratches his nape as he walks back to his desk.
A few seconds before the class starts, my seatmate enters. Our eyes meet momentarily, but we immediately look away and don't speak. I know that we weren't close in the first place, but I feel like the gap between us widened even more.
Is Minho really worth it?