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"Why are you guys being out of breath like that?! Don't tell me.. did you steal something?!" Minho looks at the high school students who just got in to his car with wary eyes.
Felix looks up at the school doctor as he cannot understand what he just said, so Minho repeats the questions in English.
"We tried to escape from Jisung and Hyunjin." Seungmin answers before Felix does.
"I just wanna have some bungeo-ppang in peace, but they keep bickering. Thank God they didn't create a ruckus inside the store." Jeongin chimes in. He pouts since he hasn't gotten the bungeo-ppang yet.
Seungmin gulps. "At least that was the last thing we saw."
"Look! I just bought a book!" Felix interrupts, smiling proudly while showing his new baby.
The other three let out a chuckle as his statement doesn't even correlate with the previous ones.
"I'll buy all of you some bungeo-ppang." Minho announces, earning a loud and excited "yeah" from the three students. Apparently, Felix knows that word relates to delicious dessert.
"Thank you, Mr. Lee!" Seungmin and Jeongin thank him simultaneously.
The oldest hums at that and asks the kids to fasten their seat belts so they can begin their short adventurous journey to find food truck that sells some bungeo-ppang.
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[The next day]
Hearing faint bickering in front of the clinic door, Minho approaches and opens it, being greeted with the sight of Hyunjin and Jisung pushing each other.
"Hyung! Look! I got cut on my left hand!" Jisung, being the first one to explain his unfortunate situation.
"And mine on the right! It's bleeding too!"
Minho mentally sighs. "Are they five?"
"Isn't that good?" He smiles. "That means you guys can treat each other's wound!" Then bolts his way toward Chan's office.
"Ah hyung! Jisung barely takes a shower! I'll get infected if he treats me!" Hyunjin whines.
"You bitch! I'm always showering three times a day!" The squirrel like boy self-proclaims, attacking the taller's chest by rubbing his soft hair onto it.
"Ah yea.. it smells goo-." Hyunjin immediately stops himself. Meanwhile the younger instinctively makes a safe distance between them.
As heat creeps up their cheeks, Jisung is the first one to brush off the tingling feeling.
"You sounded like gay, Hwang!" He mocks the taller then leaves him alone.
"Wha- you're a fucking gay too, Han!" The older yells back and chuckles.
Taking a small part of his uniform, he sniffs it. "It does smell good, though."
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