One Bullet Left / Minsung ??

Han Jisung's POV

I blinked my eyes open, the morning light seeping through my bedroom window. I groaned, feeling a familiar heaviness in my chest. The thought of seeing Minho today filled me with dread, especially after our unexpected encounter at the grocery store last night. Why did Minho have to pop up everywhere I went, even in moments that were supposed to be for myself, like a peaceful trip to get some snacks? It felt almost impossible to escape Minho's constant presence and relentless teasing.

I sighed deeply, trying to push away thoughts of Minho and gather the willpower to get out of bed. It all just seemed so overwhelming - the upcoming project, the constant tension with Minho, and the lack of support from my parents. But I knew I had no choice but to face it. With a mix of determination and anxiety, I finally got up, steeling myself for the day ahead.

I took a moment to glance at my reflection in the mirror, running a hand through my messy navy blue hair. I remembered how I had dyed my hair a couple of months ago, feeling like a change was needed to match the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling inside.

I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door, my steps heavy with exhaustion and anxiety. I walked to school, my mind racing with thoughts about the day ahead. As I approached the school gates, the familiar sight of the campus filled me with a mixture of dread and determination. I took a deep breath and walked through the gates, preparing myself for another day of enduring Minho's presence and the challenges that awaited me.

I made my way to class, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me as I entered the classroom. I glanced around the room, noticing Minho's familiar figure already at his desk. Minho didn't seem to notice me yet, busy chatting with his friends, but I knew it was only a matter of time before Minho's attention turned towards me. I took a deep breath and made my way to my own seat, trying to prepare myself for whatever teasing or mockery Minho had in store for me today.

I couldn't help but steal a few glances at Minho as the class started. Minho seemed to be in a playful mood, laughing and joking with his friends. I could feel the tension building inside me, wondering when Minho would turn his focus towards me. I tried to concentrate on the lecture, but my mind kept wandering back to Minho.

I fidgeted in my seat, feeling like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Minho's silence was driving me crazy. I kept stealing looks at Minho, waiting for the inevitable teasing or mockery. I couldn't help but wonder what Minho was planning. Was he waiting for the right moment to unleash his usual sarcastic comments or did he have something even more devious up his sleeve? The uncertainty was eating away at my nerve.

As the class officially started, I found myself barely paying attention to the teacher's lecture. Minho still seemed to be engrossed in conversations with his friends, his smug expression and occasional glances in my direction only fueling my anticipation. It was agonizing to sit there, waiting for the moment when Minho would turn his attention towards me. I couldn't shake the feeling that Minho was simply biding my time, relishing the power he held over my emotions.

I was snapped back to reality when the teacher suddenly called on me to solve a problem on the chalkboard. All eyes turned towards me, including Minho's. I suddenly felt my heart thud harder in my chest.

I fumbled with the chalk,  hands shaking slightly as I tried to focus on the equation. I could feel Minho's gaze burrowing into me, making my nerves even more frayed.

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Lee Minho's POV

I leaned back in my seat, arms crossed, my usual smirk playing on my lips. I was watching Jisung intently, my eyes locked on him like a hawk. The moment I saw the teacher call on Jisung, I knew I could tease Jisung without mercy. After all, I lived for moments exactly like this. I watched as Jisung nervously approached the chalkboard, fumbling with the chalk. I couldn't resist the opportunity to add some extra pressure. “Come on, Jisung, you can do it,” I said sarcastically.

I continued my teasing, not missing a beat. “But seriously, Jisung, don't break a sweat now. It's just a simple multiplication problem,” I said, chuckling softly. My words were laced with a mix of humor and cruelty. I was fully aware of the discomfort I was causing Jisung, but that only added to the satisfaction I felt. “Take your time, though. It's not like anyone else needs to use the chalk, right?” I taunted, my tone dripping with a smug confidence.

I didn't expect the tears, my smirk faltering slightly. I was used to Jisung getting frustrated or flustered, but this was different. “Ah, what are those?” I asked, my tone momentarily lacking its usual playfulness as I raised an eyebrow at Jisung. “Are you crying? Seriously, Jisung? It's just math.” My words were meant to be dismissive, but there was a subtle note of concern hidden beneath them.

Just as I was about to continue teasing Jisung, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Hyunjin, one of my closest friends, standing next to me with a stern expression. “Minho, cut it out,” Hyunjin said, his voice serious. I hesitated for a moment, surprised by Hyunjin's sudden interjection. But I couldn't resist responding with a sly grin, “Ahh, Hyunjin, playing the guardian role now? How noble of you.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, clearly not amused by my response. “Minho, seriously, quit it. You know Jisung is already on edge, and you're just making it worse by being a jerk. Just leave him alone, okay?” Hyunjin's voice was firm, leaving no room for further argument.

My grin faltered, replaced by a slightly guilty expression. Hyunjin was right; I had been pushing Jisung too far lately.

I glanced from Hyunjin to Jisung, whose shoulders were shaking slightly with barely contained sobs. A pang of guilt shot through my chest, and I realized that I had gone too far this time. “Fine, fine. I'll lay off,” I muttered, my tone lacking its usual bite. “Happy?”

I slumped back into my seat, the guilt slowly gnawing at me as I watched Jisung discreetly wipe his tears. I couldn't believe I had caused Jisung to cry. The once amusing banter now seemed insignificant and even cruel. My teasing had always been just playful jabs, never intending to hurt Jisung to this extent. I stole a glance at Hyunjin, who was still giving me a stern look, and sighed. “I screwed up,” I admitted quietly.

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