Jisung had grown used to sitting by himself at lunch, it had become almost a routine for him to spend the 30 minutes at a table not too far from the other nine, just him and a little notebook for him to fill with his thoughts and song lyrics.  

One of the other boys would usually try to join Jisung but he shooed them away, telling them that he liked having time to himself. This wasn't a complete lie but it wasn't the whole truth either, he would have loved to spend lunch with his friends but he was afraid of what Minho would say. 

Jisung let out a faint sigh and continued eating the mac and cheese while writing down any ideas that popped into his mind, but he couldn't stop glancing up at the table where his friends sat happily chatting without him.

Minho had definitely noticed the younger boy distancing himself from the group whenever he showed up, and it hurt him to see the boy sending sad, brief glances at the table. Minho knew it was his fault and he wished he could just talk to the younger, but it seemed to the older boy that Jisung couldn't even stand the sight of him.

Little did Minho know Jisung was wishing the exact same thing, the squirrel-like boy had wanted to confront Minho since Felix had told him that Minho really doesn't seem like the person who hurt Jisung, but the younger boy was still too nervous about how Minho would react and what would happen. 

' I wish I could just go and talk to him, and everything would go back to the way it was years ago,' the two boys thought as they continued eating their lunches.

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this may be becoming angst(?)

....oops?

also thank you for 1k reads already I really hope you're enjoying this book!