han jisung

Jisung pushed his glasses up, sliding them down the bridge of his nose with shaky hands. His backpack was on the floor. There was no way out, no way to escape. He was cornered, again, by the same group of thugs and Minho, though he wasn't involved.

He swallowed hard, unable to look up to see them, he noticed how one of them, Felix, was approaching and his breath caught, preparing for the worst blow or the worst kick, but instead, he heard a dry blow, which wasn't directly at him, but Felix, who had approached him to hit him, he looked up confused, and saw Minho shaking his hand, loosening it after the impact, and he also saw Felix on the floor, moaning in pain. "Idiot, not too hard. Stop." Minho demanded, looking at Felix

No, he didn't do it because he didn't want to cross the line, he did it because he felt sorry for Jisung, but he refused to accept it, and Jisung didn't know it. Minho sighed, unable to hold Jisung's gaze for more than two seconds, he nodded for him to leave, he could feel the confused and bewildered gaze of his friends on his back.