Jisung is a nerd, alwways calm, sweet and gentle meanwhile minho is a cliché bad boy,cold and raw yet after many forced tutoring sessions together they will both realise that they have more in common then they execpted
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That night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every detail of the day in my head. Overthinking, as always. To quiet my thoughts, I grabbed my phone and began scrolling through Instagram—until my finger froze on a post.”
@minhosaurus🦖
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@minhosaurus🦖 felt cute, might delete later losers✌️
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@QueenyuriOMG!!😍 You busy tonight babe?
@minji minho you look so fine✨💯
@stacey23 He's so hot Wtf!!!
@juyeon_tbz been long since you've posted Sup bro??
@markog Fine man i must say👌😎
@Theseochangbinminhooo we missed you at the party tonight!!!
@princehyunjinugly🤮
@minhosaurus ^ miror bitch.
@imhalf50where were you tonight bro? We waited for you!!
@minhosaurus^ sorry couldn't make it, i was grounded. LOL
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My eyes stuck on the reply: I was grounded. lol. He turned it into a joke — made light of it — but it didn’t look like a joke from where I’d been standing earlier. Lee Minho skipping a frat party? He would never miss one, not even for being grounded. I knew better. I’d never been to those parties, but everyone knew Minho was the king of them: the one who led, who set the mood, who had the crowd wrapped around his finger. He had power, expectation, a whole school orbiting him.
Knowing he’d missed tonight because of whatever I’d seen in the parking lot left a bitter taste in my mouth. I tried to tell myself not to care — how stupid to care, right? He deserved whatever came to him. He was a bully, a brat, a monster. Still, the way he’d looked earlier — small, frightened — tugged at something I didn’t want to admit. I wanted to go to him, to ask if he was okay, if he needed help. But I knew what that would end with: a shove, a slap, ridicule, maybe worse. So I shook my head hard, buried the thought, let my eyes close, and surrendered to the sleep I needed.
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The next day started strangely calm. I ate lunch with Felix in peace, no snide remarks thrown my way, no pencils knocked off the table. Minho seemed… off. He still laughed here and there, but the usual teasing was absent. For the first time in months, he let me be. Honestly, that’s all I’d ever wanted. Little did I know…
