Lee Minho enemy or not? [Minsung!]

Third grade. Minho was walking Jisung home when he decided to play a prank on his friend. He pulled on Han's bag, but the strap broke. Lee froze, realizing that he had ruined someone else's thing, but Han himself was not angry... The same cannot be said about his mother, who, upon learning of what happened, categorically forbade them from communicating. In her eyes, Minho could become a threat to society. Minho hated her. Hated Jisung. And so their irreconcilable feud began. Their fights became brutal, causing each other not just pain, but humiliation. Bullying became a normal part of life - not a single day went by without it. Eight years passed. Eleventh grade. Nothing has changed. Jisung is the class president, surrounded by friends. Minho is a loner, connecting with people only for profit. The others avoided him; he fought not only with Jisung, but with others as well. But here's the weird thing. Minho hadn't shown up to school in two days, which was unthinkable for someone who never missed a day. Jisung looked at the magazine, found his address and went to him. The door was slightly open. He walked inside and saw Minho. He was lying on the couch, motionless, as if he was chained to it with hot chains. The fever was burning him from the inside, exhausting him to the limit. Sweat was running down his pale face, his skin felt hot and damp, his breathing was ragged, painful. His head was throbbing with heat, his thoughts were confused, and every attempt to move turned into torture. Even turning his head required effort, as if someone invisible was pressing on him, pushing him deeper into the mattress. "Oh gods..." Jisung could have left. Pretended he hadn't seen anything. Or stay by your enemy's side.