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He shook his head slightly. „What?", he whispered back, trying to stop his heart from thumping out of his ribcage. His eyes got stuck on Jisung's lips. The butterlfies in his stomach seemed to have gone insane and he had to suppress the urge of grabbing Jisung by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss. For fucks sake, no!

He squeezed his eyes shut, raised his hands and pushed the younger one off of him carefully. „Stop it!", he said loudly and walked past a startled Jisung. „If you want me to keep tutoring you, you need to stop doing this!" His hands were sweaty and he was feeling lightheaded. He was walking towards the door, hearing Jisung's footsteps right behind him. „Minho!", he heard Jisung call him and grabbed the door handle.

He turned around to face the younger one. „What did your father do to you, that you ended up doing this to everyone you meet?", he asked, his nervosity was being replaced by anger. He opened the door but Jisung placed the palm of his left hand against the cold wood next to his face and slammed it shut again with force.

„What do you think?", he asked back harshly. His eyes had become dark and his jaw was clenched. He pressed his left index finger against Minho's chest so hard that Minho wrapped his own hand around the younger one's to relieve some pressure. „Hm? Do you think it takes love, caring and cuddles for someone to become this cold-blooded and manipulative?" Minho was staring at him aghast. „No, I-"

„Don't think you've figured me out, Minho. You don't know me", he said, letting his left hand slide down to the door handle. „But I want to know you!" The words escaped Minho's lips before he could even form the thought and stop himself from saying it out loud. Jisung frowned at him. „What?"

„I mean", he started, stumbling over his own words. „You've done this from the beginnging, instead of giving me a chance to actually get to know you. You probably wouldn't let me but-"

„Stop talking", he ordered and removed his hand from Minho's grip. His face was burning and he knew he had gotten himself in trouble again. Jisung was shaking his head, his eyes softened a little. „Let's get something clear. We won't become friends. Your only use is to help me pass my exams." Minho couldn't deny that those words hurt. That all he was to Jisung is a stupid tutor, a means to an end. His chest clenched at the all too familiar feeling and he wanted to get out of the classroom.

He nodded. „Noted." It seemed like the butterflies in his stomach had died in a split of a second and all he wanted was to get away from Jisung as fast as possible. He cleared his throat, „if you don't mind, I got another class to attempt soon." Jisung stepped back, leaving enough space for him to open the door and walk out of the room without another word.

He found his friends at the end of the hallway and walked towards them. „Hi", he said, his voice was trembling. „Would you copy your notes for me after class? I think I'm running a fever, I wanna go home." He knew his friends could sense his pigments and that he couldn't lie to them for the sake of it but he didn't know what else to say.

Changbin was glaring at him. „Follow me", he said, grabbed him by the arm and led him outside, followed by Felix. The air was fresh and gray clouds were hiding the sun. He could feel the breeze on his skin. Changbin was dragging him to a bench, forcing him to sit on it. „What are you doing?", Minho asked, letting him have his way without complaining. „Running a fever, hm? What the fuck happened? And don't even think about lying to us again."

„Binnie", he stared, earning another glare from his best friend. He sighed defeated. „Just a stupid argument with Jisung", he admitted, staring at his wrist, still feeling the pressure of Jisungs fingers on his skin there.

„You literally just met each other, what do you even have to argue about?", Changbin complained in a high pitched voice like the world was ending. He's always done that whenever he was angry or overwhelmed. „Nothing", he didn't know how to answer that question. It was too personal and not his place to tell anyone things about Jisung's private life.