COVERT. [ jh ]

ón ót

COVERT
adjective

"made, shown, or done
 in a way that is not 
easily seen or noticed 
: secret or hidden"

ㅡ (ㅇ ㅅ ㅇ) ㅡ

xu minghao likes writing on sticky notes. he likes to express his thoughts and mood on it.

if he's having a bad day, he'll grab a red sticky note, draw an angry chicken, random scribbles and writes every curse word in chinese language.....he's just like that.

his classmates thinks he's weird and needs someone to talk to. (since he likes to spend much time writing rather than talking to people )

but minghao thinks it's okay to live this way, he's too lazy to speak and say something anyway.

he misses his family, it's been 5 years since he moved to korea to pursue his dreams. he misses his hometown and everything in it.

and today, there will be a new sudent. minghao is confused because it's nearly the end of the school year. he just shrugged and continued to draw on his sticky note.

the door slammed open a little too strong, and everyone in the class except minghao looked to see what happened.

the boy quickly muttered an apology and went to the middle to introduce himself.

he cleared his throat and fixed his hair , " m-my name's j-junhui, but you can call me jun, p-please take care of m-me. " he said in a broken korean accent and he did a 90 degree bow

after he said those words, there's something, something interesting with him. minghao stopped whatever he was doing and he looked at the boy. his heart raced so fast and he couldn't help but admire the boy and his '你好' shirt.

"okay pretty boy, please sit wherever you want but not on the floor, because this student named 'boo seungkwan' forgot to clean it again" mr. kim said while shaking his head, disappointed

jun scanned the class to find a vacant seat, and minghao knows that he'll sit beside him. (and yeah, he did.)

minghao played with his fingers, he wants to talk to jun (because he's uh, a little bit interested to him,) but he doesn't know how.

he tapped jun's shoulder causing the the other to look at him.

"ni hao...?" he said in a rather questioning tone and smiled awkwardly

jun shot a confusing look and minghao mentally facepalmed himself. 'he's not chinese..'

"um....u-uh, i was just reading your t-shirt. i-it's cool. haha." minghao turned around to listen to mr. kim's lessons and pretended that jun doesn't exist for the meantime.

minghao became bored listening to the lesson and he decides to write random things on his sticky notes.

an idea came to his mind, as if someone whose smart (or smarter than him) possesed him

he'll give jun a sticky note everyday, containing his thoughts..feelings about him, written in chinese. because minghao knew he wouldn't understand anyway.

the bell rang indicating that the class is finished, minghao quickly arranged his things.

jun is about to leave the room but minghao grabbed his wrist, "hey, uh. this is a chinese luck note. it will bring good fortune to your life, and.. y-you might need it." he said while scratching the back of his neck.

jun smiled and muttered an almost silent "thank you". he scans the letter with his eyes, "what does this one means?" jun asked and stared to minghao intensely