╒═════════════════════════════════════╕ Minho, I hope you're feeling great today. I saw you discard my note yesterday. It's alright, I understand if you think it's a prank. But I want to genuinely express my feelings for you.
Anyway, do you know something? Roses are red, violets are blue I didn't know what perfect was until I met you.
You look adorable today. -Love. ╘═════════════════════════════════════╛
As soon as he read the contents of the note in his locker, Minho whipped his head to both sides. He scanned the area; a few boys casually picked things from their lockers and left. To the right, a disinterested boy with messy brown hair and circular frames sat cross legged, back pressed against the row of red lockers. Minho stared at the boy.
'Han Jisung is always reading that book, huh?'
Unable to spot any fidgety girls who looked suspicious, Minho gave up and began walking to his chemistry class. Once again, he smashed the paper in his hands and threw it into the dustbin, without a care. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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