───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Did you really have to do that, kids?" Mr. Mingi groaned as he stretched in his office chair. He looked at the boys before him. "Haven't seen Mr. Sangyeon that pissed off in forever. And detention for three hours? I can't believe I'm stuck here because you had to kiss in the middle of nowhere. God, these unholy children.."
The two boys mumbled a small 'sorry' (for the millionth time, neither of them actually feeling sorry). Jisung's head hung low in embarrassment, his eyes focused on the white tiles, while the boy beside him stared right back at the irritated geometry teacher. Jisung felt Minho's hand brush against his, before the two intertwined them. A shy little smile curled his lips upwards as he felt Minho's thumb caress his hand, the electrifying touch so full of love and feelings, and all the longing for each other that had been bottled up until now.
Mr. Mingi's eyes travelled to the boys' interlocked hands. He shook his head in disappointment. "You kids will never learn." He then observed the quiet boys; a soft layer of red adorned both of their cheeks. They were the spot-on image of a happy ending; love that's finally found its home after raging storms. The sight made the teacher smile in adoration.
Mr. Mingi sighed. "But I guess.. Young love isn't a bad thing." ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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