Secrets // Minsung ✓

Chapter 18

Satan's ringtone went off—meaning the school bell rang, and everyone went to their own classroom. As Seungmin and Felix arrived in their class, they expected Jisung to be there. Both boys couldn't find him anywhere on school grounds, and contacting him didn't work either as he didn't pick up his phone or answer his messages. They found it strange. Jisung had never been absent before—not without them knowing about it, at least.

It was first period, which was math, meaning they had their test right now—at this hour. Their teacher walked inside of the room, scanning every desk in the process. He noticed an empty spot, thus he looked around again. "Alright! Has anyone seen Han Jisung?" he asked the students the moment he figured out who wasn't in his class.

Few just shrugged, not specifically caring. Others turned around, looking at his desk-which was indeed empty. The blond boy wasn't there. "No one? Okay," He took out a pen and a piece of paper. As much as he hated doing this, Han Jisung was no exception from the rest of the students. "Han Jisung; absent - skipping class." he noted down.

"Excuse me, professor," Seungmin spoke as he reached his arm up in the air. His teacher looked at him and raised his eyebrows. "Jisung wouldn't just skip class. He might be sick, he hasn't been feeling well for a few days now,"

Their teacher seemed to be pondering for a few seconds, before he scribbled out the 'skipping class' part and replaced it with 'called in sick'. He knew Jisung, and this was indeed not like him. With all said and done, he handed out the revision tests-which would take up the rest of the hour.

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Hours had passed and still no sight of Jisung. No calls, no messages... nothing. There was no trace of him, which was very unusual. Seungmin and Felix decided to talk to the person they think had last seen him; Minho. They walked over towards the boy in their chemistry class—while they should actually be doing their experiment.

Yet, of course, with Minho came Jihna. They went and asked away anyway. They didn't care that she was there. "Minho, have you seen or heard from Jisung?" Seungmin spoke up straight to the point. "We haven't heard from him and don't know where he is. The only thing we know is that he tutored you yesterday, so maybe you know where he went,"

"Sorry guys, I have no idea where he's at. For as far as I know, he went home. He fell asleep on my sofa yesterday and left my house this morning," Minho said. Something didn't sit right with him. He saw the boy leave his home, going to his own. "Maybe he's just still at home," Minho stated with a shrug.

After they had exchanged some other words, the two boys left and Minho turned to look at his side—where Jihna was standing. "You've got nothing to do with this, right?" he wondered, not being so sure if he should even trust her answer.

"Of course not," she scoffed slightly. Still, her answer wasn't as convincing as she thought it might be. Unknowingly, he squinted his eyes towards her in suspicion. She groaned softly, looking into Minho's eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? You said you didn't care about him,"

"That's the thing, Jihna. I do care. I might've grown to resent him, but he was once my best friend and I can't just forget that for any reason whatsoever," Minho spoke rapidly, yet quiet. "I'm trying to be a better person, you should try that sometime as well," he said in one breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she questioned, looking all hurt. She was hurt. She loved Minho. That's why she had done all of this—for him. Love had changed the person she once was. Did she regret it? Maybe.

"That you're not a nice person, Jihna," he began calmly. "You helped me through a tough time and I appreciate that, but you have also turned me into someone I don't like... Honestly, I have no idea how you did that. I guess I just felt thankful to you that I listened to your every word, but I can't do that anymore. This relationship isn't healthy for either one of us. I think we should break up,"