20 🩺 Pay Attention

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Mingi sat in class feeling ridiculously swamped with information. He'd never taken so many notes in his life, and it seemed like his list of things to do and things to study just kept growing every time his lecturer opened his mouth. He'd never wanted to duct tape anyone's face shut so much in his life...

Around him sat two hundred other students, all looking particularly wide eyed and stressed as they too scribbled and typed notes down as fast as their little fingers could possibly manage.

As he glanced around though, he noticed that the curt boy from yesterday was sitting up the back again. He appeared to be one of the only people who didn't look particularly stressed, and he only took down a few notes on his laptop as the lecturer spoke. Instead, he spent his time looking up at the professor, listening more so than anything else.

Mingi wondered how he could be so calm and relaxed, when they were being bombarded with information - wondered how he could even remember all the things that were being said without taking down reminders-

'It will help if you look at the front, of the class.'

The lecturer's stern voice cut through Mingi's thoughts, and as he looked back to the front, he saw the professor staring directly at him.

Mingi's cheeks burned up and he nodded apologetically, cringing as he receded back into his seat under the professor's glare.

However once the class recommenced, Mingi glanced back to see the boy staring straight at him. Their eyes met and Mingi felt his breath leave him. There was something in that face that Mingi couldn't quite place. However, after a few moments, he turned his attention back to the class, leaving Mingi to stare at the side of his face.

Turning back himself, Mingi felt his hot cheeks burn even hotter.

What was that? He thought, as he tried to shake himself back into focus.

Who is he?

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A/N: Heck these two... I die

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