───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ╒═════════════════════════════════════╕ Minho, this isn't healthy.. I like you way too much, I think I'll explode with love for you :(
Who allowed you to wear that silk black shirt? And leave the first buttons open? iamnotokay Anyway, I hope today's a great day for you, angel. -Love. ╘═════════════════════════════════════╛
By now it had become Minho's new habit; to carry his diary with him everywhere - The brown leathered journal that held the anonymous notes. It was lunchtime and the trio sat at their usual table. Minho reread the most recent note he had received. A content sigh escaped his lips.
Changbin snorted, "Are you in love or what, popular boy?" He took a sip of his vanilla milk (While also reaching out to steal Chan's food).
Minho's lips curled into a flustered smile. He didn't respond. He closed the book and pushed it aside, then cupped his face.
"Now your face is all red." Changbin chuckled, prying Minho's hands away.
"Shut up, rotten pizza slice." Minho retorted.
Before Changbin could think of a come back, his attention deviated from his friend to somebody in the back.
Both Chan and Minho turned their heads, curious, just in time to catch Felix walk by with Jisung by his side. The said Australian did not take his eyes off Changbin, a flirtatious smirk playing on his lips. Changbin coughed, then cleared his throat.
Chan clenched his jaw. "Oh, it's Min's secret admirer."
Minho snapped his head to Chan's emotionless voice. He frowned. "Jisung is not my secret admirer, leave the boy alone."
"Sure he's not." Chan looked away, a weak smile on his face.
Minho and Changbin had already changed the topic, now chatting about irrelevant subjects, totally oblivious to the hurt in Chan's downturned gaze. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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a;n in chanlix, minho gets hurt and in minsung, chan gets hurt... wow, you guys must love me so much
