He Started It by Hitting on Me

Mi Young and Taemin are... what?

I hate to run. Running is an action I've disliked for some time now. You know, it was this year when I've started to run my off. I don't know how many calories I've burned, but I know I did burn a few.
I was running through the park. It was the same park where several things had happened during the year. I haven't been in the park for a while, but now that I am here I could tell the park remained the same. It's been the same ever since I moved to Korea. Enormous green trees shrouded over the park from the sky. The gravel path was wet and had a couple of small puddles here and there. The day seemed like it was getting darker even though it was probably 4:30 PM. I wasn't able to see much of where I was heading, but I only had my eyes for where I might have seen Taemin.
It was such great timing when Taemin saw that. You don't see that in everyday life you know. It happens in movies and , but not so much in reality.
I didn't like the look on Taemin's face when I found out he witnessed the scene. If anyone saw a glimpse of his face, his or her hearts would have given in. It broke your heart to see Taemin so devastated. I have never seen Taemin so disappointed in all my life. So when he ran, I knew I had to chase him. You just can't leave a boy out like that in this world. You would feel guilty and idiotic not to go to him and make him feel better.
You'd feel like .
I groaned in my head. My lungs were burning, and my legs were tiring out from the entire running I've endured. Seriously, my legs were killing me. The worse thing is that I'm wearing a freaking skirt in this cold rain. It's flapping all over the place and you could visibly see what I'm wearing underneath. I'm thankful there's no one here.
If I get sick, it's their entire fault. God, guys are so troublesome.
I'm freaking out about finding Taemin. He ran in the park, I know that for sure, but I don't know where he went. This park wasn't huge, but it wasn't a dollhouse either. Thunder echoed across the sky for the hundredth time today, and it was getting me irritated. Sometimes I just feel like telling nature to off because, in moments like these, I just want it to be quiet so I can focus.
There was really only one path in the park. It just went straight and never stopped until you were at the other end of the park. There were a few other paths, but those only led to playgrounds where kids play in. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in my head. Why didn't I think of it sooner? Of course he'd be there!
I ran a bit faster to the first playground I could find and entered it to see if Taemin was there. I stopped running for a bit and scanned the playground. It was empty and wet. I gave out a short sigh until running again, going towards another playground. When I checked for Taemin there, it was empty. I ran to another one. Empty again.
I scratched my head. Where is Taemin? Surely he should be somewhere in the park. I've seen him come here. There's just no way he's gone....
I began to run again when I heard a couple of sniffles from behind. Raising an eyebrow, I slowly turned on my heel to face the source. In front of the third park I've entered, there was a wooden bench. There was a boy sitting on the bench with drenched flowers in his hands. His shoulders were slumped and his head was bent down. His blonde hair was enough for me to realize who it was.
I stared at him for a while until I felt something burning inside of me. I opened my mouth to pant freely, and used my hands on my knees for support. I breathed in and out as the burning sensation flowed throughout my body. My lungs were gasping for air, and I swallowed in big breaths for my lungs to correspond. I was still gasping for breath as I walked towards the bench. I only had to take a few mere steps so my knees could slightly knock against the bench.
"Hey," I said in between breaths. Taemin's head shot up to see who was calling his name. His eyes were rimmed with tears and they were swollen and puffy. When he found out it was I, his face scrunched up as tears made its way towards his eyes. He put his head down again and began to sob audibly.
I gave out a sigh as I took a seat next to him. I was still panting as I stared at the pavement below me. I told you I was going to be panting for a long time, didn't I? This is just the beginning. I'm glad I don't have asthma. I breathed in and out roughly while staring at a small, clear puddle of water in between Taemin and my feet. The puddle collected more water droplets as each second passed. Seconds turned into moments; moments turned into minutes; minutes were going to turn into hours if I didn't speak up soon.
I took another deep breath. "So, Taemin; those flowers are really nice. Uh, they were really nice," I complimented, pointing to the flowers. The flowers were now drenched with water and were soggy. They looked limp in Taemin's hands. Taemin looked down to the flowers in his hands and sniffed. Tears rolled down his cheeks and dropped to his bare arm. I bit my lip as my raggedy breath came out in short breaths of carbon dioxide. "They're really pretty. I was wondering; did you get them from Song's? They have really nice flowers," I said, trying to get him to speak.
He didn't speak nor did he give me a gesture. His head stayed in its position, hanging sadly. His mouth wasn't trembling anymore, but the tears were still making their way out of his eyes.
I stared at him to get his attention. I knew he could feel my stare on him, but he was trying to ignore it. "Why are you crying, Taemin?" I asked softly.
A sniffle escaped his nostrils. "I s-saw you and hyung t-together," he answered, stuttering slightly. His voice was hoarse. He had been crying for some time now.
"What did you see?" I asked.
A hiccup escaped his mouth. "He was holding your face and said he likes you."
"Uh, right, that's what happened," I said, my voice uneasy. I wasn't used to what just happened back there. "But is it because of that you're crying about?"
Taemin nodded slowly. I tilted my head to the side a bit. "That's nothing to cry about, Taemin," I whispered.
"B-but you weren't the one w-who had to witness it! Imagine yourself in love with someone who doesn't love you back. You long for that one person, but you know deep in your heart you're never going to get what you want. Then there's another person involved and things get even more complex. Those two spend more time with each other than you and the one you love. And they don't even like each other! But one day, that person decided to confess before you could do anything. Before you and the one you love could have any history. Before you and I... could like each other," Taemin whimpered. Several tears rolled down his cheeks and dropped from his chin. Thunder rumbled in the sky but it was a bit quieter than the other rumbles earlier today.
Taemin's sobs were slowly coming back, but they were still on the stage of being whimpers. "I knew from the very start I wasn't ever going to win your heart. I knew you were hardheaded and stubborn. But I fell in love anyway. You were so much better than any other girl I've seen or met and I wanted to get to know you better. I've tried to be closer to you but it never worked. No, it never worked because there were other guys who wanted to be by you. Key hyung and Jonghyun hyung are closest to you. I wanted to be closer to you just like them. But it never happened," Taemin trembled beside me, the flowers now on the floor.
"So I tried another perspective. I decided to 'stalk' you and become one of those creepers. I just wanted to see if that was a way of getting closer to you; however, it was decided you thought I was creepy. I knew I was weird for doing those things, but I couldn't help it. I just wanted to get closer to you. And yet, it never happened.
"And noona? Remember when we went to Busan on that trip? We were going to go on that Ferris wheel but I was tricked into eating ice cream. I know Jonghyun hyung did that just to get you all to himself. When you guys went on, I went on the next one.
"I saw what happened between you guys, and I have to admit, I was rather sad. Knowing that hyung hated you but still wanted to touch you in places was too much for me. I also knew about the whole bet thing. I overheard you guys talking about it at the beach. And then when you lost, I was disappointed. But I still kept smiling. I smiled just for you. It was all for you, noona," Taemin began to sob. He brought his hands up to his face and sobbed quietly.
I winced slightly. I remember that day so well. I had absolutely no idea Taemin was in the compartment below us and he was watching the whole thing. He saw what Jonghyun did to me, but he didn't say anything. And he knew about the bet as well. He knew what Jonghyun was going to do. I could tell it was hard for him to keep it to himself. He knew what was going on.
The clear rain dripped on my head and ran down my face to my neck. Clouds were hanging over the sky, which was no longer in sight.
Taemin rubbed his eyes. "Now it's this time Jonghyun hyung decides to tell you he likes you. To tell the truth, I knew Jonghyun hyung liked you ever since you guys got closer. He just didn't realize because he was too caught up in the pranks and insults. I acted dumb and pretended not to notice anything. It hurt, but I thought that I would come through at the end. I didn't. And I know I'm being whiny, but I can't help myself. I'm sorry," he said in between quiet sobs.
I stared at him with my mouth opened slightly. I stared at him with compassion as he spilled out what's been in his chest for some time.
I was touched. I was genuinely touched by how much Taemin liked me. He truly liked me. He was like a young naive boy lost in love. He's been in love with me for so long, that it wasn't even called a 'harmless crush'. Lee Taemin loved me.
But I didn't love him. I didn't love him. He knows that. That's why he's been trying to get to know me better by being a bit weird. He wanted us to like each other by being friends first and then go on from there. He wanted me to like him. But I don't. He appears to be more like a brother, a younger brother, nonetheless a brother. I didn't love him like he loved me. I didn't have any feelings in that sort of way for anybody. And he knew that.
"I think I might die from depression. It's just starting," Taemin bawled.
I snapped my attention back to him. "D-dying?" I asked.
He nodded as the tears fell down his cheeks. His head was still lowered, but I could visibly see his trembling, thin mouth.
I shook my head and laughed nervously. "No, no, Taemin, you're just exaggerating," I said.
He shook his head. "No I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Taemin, you're not going to die from depression. This really isn't anything to cry-"
"Did you get your heart smashed into a million pieces? Did your hyung, the one who helped you in overcoming something you thought you would never get over, betray you?" Taemin looked up from his hands and was staring at me, pain and hurt spread across his eyes. Tears were constantly falling from his eyes as I stared at him. A whole part of my heart just squeezed itself back into sadness.
My face fell. "Oh, Taemin..." I whispered, staring at his pale face. His face was wet with tears and he looked as if life was sucked out of him.
Taemin's lower lip quivered. Suddenly, he got up and bent on one knee in front of me. He grabbed my hands tenderly and brought them up in between us. I didn't flinch at his touch. He stared up at me with determination written out on his face.
"Please go out with me, noona," he said.
I blinked once. I blinked twice. I blinked three times until I shook my head to see if it was some kind of dream. I furrowed my eyes. "What?" I asked.
He stared at me, his determined gaze unfazed. "Please go out with me."
The rain descended to our entwined hands as I stared at him blankly. "Taemin, I don't-"
"Please don't say no, noona. Please. I would like it if you gave me a second chance at a date. I would like it if you would give me another chance. Please, noona, please," Taemin said, tugging on my hands slightly.
I opened my mouth. "Taemin-"
"Noona, please go out with me."
I stared at Taemin and tried to tell him what I had to tell him. But as I stared into his eyes, the solid pain was slowly crumbling me to pieces. My face fell due to the grief from Taemin's expression. It would seem as if he was doing aeygo, but it was too miserable to look like aeygo. I couldn't look away because if I did, I knew it would just be rude.
I gave out a sigh. "Okay."
Taemin smiled at me even as the tears rolled down his face. It was smile of happiness, but it appeared to me like a smile of sadness. I smiled back weakly, but didn't do much of it.
I said yes to Taemin. We're actually going out now. It surprises me that I said yes. I said yes to Taemin. But I couldn't help it; he said he was going to die of depression and I couldn't risk that. I didn't want him to die. Sure, he may be exaggerating, but I felt like he really meant it. Even if Taemin wasn't one of my closest friends, he was still a friend. I didn't want to lose another friend....
~
It's been three days since Taemin and I agreed to go out once again. We kept it on a low profile so we wouldn't look suspicious or anything. But we both realized everyone had to know at one point or another. Taemin and I knew that our friends were going to find out sooner of later. It was just logic. So we decided to tell them.
Taemin and I walked over casually to our group of friends who were busy in their own worlds. Key was blabbering to the rest of the group about what was in and what was out of fashion, but it was really like he was talking to himself since no one was paying attention. Onew was playing with his iTouch and seemed to be in the game. Minho and Yanna were playing Rock, Paper, and Scissors. Yanna won two out of three.
Jonghyun wasn't there and a wave of relief went over me when I noticed. He wasn't here for the past three days, and no one knew why. I think I know why. But I just won't say anything. If he was here, it would have been uncomfortable for me, and it would have been uncomfortable for him, too.
Taemin cleared his throat. "Uh, hyungs, I have something to tell you," he said rather quietly. It sounded quiet since everyone else was loud compared to him. His eyes landed on Yanna and his expression turned confused, but then he looked back at his hyungs.
"Key hyung, I have something to say-"
"Not now, Taemin, can't you see I'm in the middle of speaking out my inner thoughts to other people?" Key said, waving his head carelessly in front of Taemin's face.
"But hyung, I-"
"YEAH, I BEAT MY HIGH SCORE!" Onew yelled, waving his hands in the air.
"Hyung-"
"Rock, Papers, Scissors, say shoot! Hey, what the- you cheated!" Minho almost exclaimed, pointing at Yanna's fist. Yanna rolled her eyes.
"Only losers make up excuses," she said, showing him her tongue and a peace sign.
Minho growled. "No fair, let's play again. Rock, Paper, Scissors-"
"Mi Young noona and I are dating," Taemin, said it loudly enough for them to hear.
Everyone suddenly turned his or her attention towards him.
Key laughed as he waved his hand in the air. "Oh, Taemin; you're dreaming again, aren't you? Come and let me tell you about what's in or out to get your mind in reality again-"
"No, it's true. We're dating," Taemin interrupted, nudging me for support.
I glanced at Taemin, and then at Key. I shrugged. "Yeah, it's true," I confirmed.
"WHAT?" All three voices of Taemin's hyungs yelled out. People in the hallway stopped what they were doing to take a look at what was happening. God, these jackasses were going to know. That's one of the least things I've wanted. They were going to make up stupid stories like, "Oh, he's probably dating her because she was begging him since she's so desperate" or something. They always make up stories around this school. Actually, they make stories around every high school. It's a high school thing.
Key's face was priceless. It would have been hilarious if we weren't in such a serious position. His mouth was distorted in places. As in Key's lower lip was hanging down from its usual place and his upper lip was covering his upper teeth rather painfully. He looked incredulous. He shook a finger at Taemin. "Don't joke with me," he said.
Taemin shook his head. "I'm not joking this time. I'm actually dating noona."
Key began to initiate in his motherly mode. "THE IS THIS? TAEMIN AND MI YOUNG? ARE YOU ING ME? YOU GUYS ARE ING ME, AREN'T YOU? AREN'T YOU?" Key yelled, waving his hands in the air.
"No, we're not ing you, Key. We wouldn't want to anyway," I muttered under my breath.
"Oh, hell no; you guys cannot date. You just cannot. It's just not right. Mi Young, you would never date Taemin! What is the meaning of all this?" Key hissed. He kept on blabbering on about how wrong it was and how it would just break his heart if Taemin and I actually did it. I wanted to tell Key we weren't even going to go that far, but seeing him explode was pretty amusing.
And then I saw Minho. I felt like I just saw the Bogeyman. Minho, the quietest guy who I thought was pretty decent was glaring right at me. He was shooting daggers right at my forehead. I swear to God he was doing that. I knew it couldn't be Taemin because he loved Taemin, and that's why it was me who was targeted. Never have I thought once in my life that I was going to get a glare from Minho. Minho! He's one scary dude, man! I never realized it until now. It's no wonder the guys are scared of him.
I stared back at him, my expression blank and hard. Even though I was scared out of my mind, I wasn't going to let Mr. Flaming Charisma take me down. Yeah, he seemed to suit that: Flaming Charisma. A few moments passed as Key ranted on and Minho and I did our little staring contest. Suddenly, he smiled. "Don't hurt Taemin or I'll hurt you. Okay, Mi Young?" he asked, his creepy smile sending little shivers down my spine.
"Right," I said, nodding slightly. Just don't smile like that anymore.
Yanna raised an eyebrow at Taemin. Suddenly, she gasped. She pointed a finger at him. "Hey, it's you!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, I noticed you too!" Taemin responded.
"So you go to this school?"
"Yeah, I'm one year younger than all of you guys. It's amazing how we meet each other in the same place."
"Yeah, it is. So you're dating Mi Young, huh?"
A huge smile spread across Taemin's face. He nodded proudly. "Yup," he said. His pearly whites flashed brightly.
Yanna smiled and clapped her hands. "Good for you! Those flowers really worked, didn't they?"
Taemin scratched his head. "They kind of did," he answered quietly.
Whoa, what? How did Yanna know he had flowers? I stared at Taemin and Yanna with a questioning look on my face. Minho did the same. Even Key stopped his ranting to raise his eyebrow at them. Before anyone could ask, Yanna covered us up.
"Taemin tried to look for Mi Young by her house, but I gave him information to where she went," Yanna explained, making their story short. I raised my eyebrows. Oh, so he went to my house first? He went with the flowers? How... sweet.
"That's right, and didn't you have a boyfriend...?"
"Yeah, I do. He's right here~" Yanna tugged on Minho's shirt and smiled. "It's this pabo," she added on.
Taemin widened his eyes and leaned his head back. "Hyung has a girlfriend? And he didn't tell me about it?"
Minho scratched his head. "You were so busy that I decided to leave you alone. Ha... sorry," Minho mumbled, turning into a light shade of pink.
"But you could have said something! It's always me who's the last one to know," Taemin pouted, lightly stomping his foot.
"I'll tell you everything next time. I have nothing that I'm hiding right now, so... But hey! You should have told me before that you were dating Mi Young."
"Eh, we were kind of skeptical about telling at first," Taemin replied honestly.
"Yay! Taemin and Mi Young are dating! I'm so happy for you guys!" Onew exclaimed in delight. His eyes didn't even look like they were there because of the wide smile he was giving.
"I'm happy too," Taemin whispered, blushing beside me. I gave him a small smile.
"If you guys do anything, I will make sure all of you go shopping with me. I know how much you both hate that," Key glared at us. The threat was more likely given to me; he knew how much I hated shopping.
Onew scratched his head. "Too bad Jonghyun wasn't here. Boy, he would have been so mad if he-" Key suddenly shut him up by putting a hand over his mouth.
"You're talking awfully too much, Jinki," he hissed quietly. Oh, so they knew before me, huh? Nonetheless, I heard it and a wave of nervousness washed over me. I guess Jonghyun would have those rampages if he knew Taemin and I were... dating. I mean, the guy confessed to me but I went to Taemin instead of him. He was going to feel defeated. I just knew it.
And I felt bad. Well, yeah, of course I'd feel bad; I went after Taemin instead of staying with him! He's bound to feel ashamed or idiotic or something.
How could Jonghyun like me? He never seemed interested in me before. All I saw was hatred in his eyes whenever we were together. Why is it that Jonghyun suddenly decided he liked me? What is there to like about me? I thought I was most likely not to be liked by anybody in that sort of way. But then Taemin and Jonghyun proved me wrong.
I'm still not over the shocking confession Jonghyun had made a few days earlier. It still rewinds in my head whenever I wake up in the morning. That weird feeling comes back to me every time I recalled it. I don't know how to describe that weird sensation... it's just there.
"... I think we should be going now. It's almost time for homeroom to start," Minho announced, grabbing Yanna's hand in his.
Key gasped. "Ah, yes, we should go. Come on, Onew, let's go to homeroom," Key chirped as he grabbed a hold of Onew's shoulders and started to push him towards their homeroom. Onew turned his head back and waved at us.
"Bye lovebirds! It looks like Key and I have to become gay now to become an item!" he smiled, waving his hand as if he were a queen.
"Yah! I'm not gay!" Key spat.
"I was talking about myself too!"
"Yah, you sick weirdo!"
Minho rolled his eyes at them. He turned his attention back at Taemin and me. "Looks like we have to get going. Congratulations." He gave me a warning look before heading off. He waved with one hand as the other held Yanna's. She smiled at us and waved.
"Bye Mi Young! Bye Taemin! It was nice meeting you!" she yelled over the hundreds of students walking around. Those students stared at us oddly. I bet those students now know we're a couple. Taemin waved back with a smile on his face.
After they were gone, he nudged me. I turned my head to the side to face him. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" he queried.
I shrugged. "If you compare it with other things that have happened, I'd say this was less chaotic," I replied.
He smiled at me. He took one hand out in front of me, as a gentleman would do. "Shall I take noona to class?" Taemin asked. I hesitated at first as I stared at his hand. I took a small breath and gingerly placed my hand on top of his palm. Come to think of it, his hand was bigger than mine. I nodded to his polite offer and he started to walk me to class.
I'm not going to lie; it was weird to have Taemin as more than a friend. I've gotten so used to him of being a creeper that I've never really taken him seriously. He's actually pretty decent for a blonde-headed stalker. He'd walk to me to all my classes, carry my books, be polite and kind of creepy from time to time, and always managed a smile for me. It was as if he never broke down a few days ago. What this kid can do, I don't even know....
By fifth period, everyone knew what was going on between Taemin and I. They did come up with stories, which I admit were kind of over the top.
There was stories like: "She probably was begging him with her body and he gave in," or "Poor Taemin had to suffer through ual labor from Mi Young. She probably has something up her sleeve for this kid. And poor boy's in love with her, too."
Like honestly, can anyone believe that? ual labor from me? Are they actually going along with this? Sigh. Teenagers are so messed up. They'll believe anything these days.
Taemin has been ignoring these rumors because frankly, he didn't care. He said that as long as he knew what was real, he'd be fine with whatever anyone made up. Sweet kid that Taemin is. Then he messed it up by saying, "I wish I could do it with you, but that'll be another time, right?" Sigh. Kids and their hormones.
Every time we're walking to class or every time Taemin is carrying my books, I knew somewhere in my heart that it was not right. I wasn't supposed to be with him. I don't even like him in that way. But I'm only doing this because I felt bad.
He was heartbroken and I couldn't just say no to that face. I'd feel like a hardheaded . Well, which I was, but we're talking about Taemin here.
Well, anyway it was time to get to last period of the class: Science. Since I had science twice a day, I found out that Jonghyun wasn't here. He sits next to me, and well, he's not here.
I just have to thank God for that. It would have been pretty awkward.
And I'm sure that if Jonghyun were here, he would have been notified by the sudden news that Taemin and I are dating. God, that just never gets old. It still feels awkward and foreign to think of that. Taemin and I dating, that's really absurd, but it's happening as we speak.
As Taemin was walking to my next class, he lightly patted me on the back. "Uh, noona? I-I wanted to asked you something."
"Yeah?" I asked, turning around to face him. When I was looking at him, his face was a shade of pink and a nervous smile played on his lips. He was looking at the floor as his blonde bangs hid half of his eyes. He dug his foot on the floor.
"I've k-kind of wanted to do this for a while since we're dating and all, so u-uh... c-can I k-kiss you?" he asked, lowering his head a bit more so I couldn't see his face.
It took me some time to process this, for I wasn't expecting this at all. I thought he would just catch me off-guard and shove his tongue in my mouth since he's been that creepy one that surprises you. But no, he asked for permission to kiss me. Wow, what a gentleman.
I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes as I got into thinking. Should I kiss Taemin? Is it a thing to do when you're dating? Uh, yeah, it is, Mi Young. God, I'm so stupid. And it's been three days, right? So I should kiss him, right? Right?
I looked up at Taemin and hesitantly nodded. "Sure," I replied. Taemin's pink face made its way back up from its lowered position and I saw the grand smile he had plastered on his face. I gulped before leaning forward.
Well, here it goes.
***
I slowly hit the textbook against the wall while my face was leaning on the white structure. My mouth was slightly open as if I were sleeping. I blinked once.
It's been three days and I still couldn't face Mi Young or anyone else. I stayed in my room for two days, telling my mom I didn't feel so well. It was the truth, wasn't it? I didn't feel good at all. I felt bad, sick, horrible, depressed, all the words you could think that were similar to the ones above. I was supposed to stay home again today, but my mother told me it was going to affect my record.
What record did I have? I was a dumb in the school. But she didn't know that, so I just shut my mouth and obeyed her order.
I hit the book on the wall again. I skipped all my classes today; I didn't feel like seeing anyone in particular. I especially did not want to see Mi Young. God, now it hurts saying her name. I groaned quietly and kept hitting the wall with my book.
There were still two minutes left until last period started. I was supposed to have science today with Mi Young. Ugh, there goes the pain in my heart again. If I could have, I would march right into science and sit next to Mi Young with my arms folded while waiting for an apology.
But why would she apologize to me? I hurt my poor dongsaeng and I felt like crap. Poor Taemin; he's probably still weeping from what he saw. Aw, now I feel worse.
People were quickly walking towards their classes so they wouldn't have to be tardy. This was my sign for 'get-the--out-of-here-and-hide-in-the-bathroom'. I took my face off the wall and grabbed my bag that was lying on the floor. I threw it over my shoulder and started to walk towards the boys' bathroom.
In order for me to get to the boys' bathroom, I have to pass the science classroom. It was kind of risky, yet I wanted to do it. I wanted to see how Mi Young was doing after a few days. She was probably wondering where I am. Or maybe she doesn't give a .
My heart hovered over my stomach. The second possibility seems more accurate. I gave out a quivering sigh as I walked towards the boys' bathroom. Before I could come across the science room, I found two students facing each other.
One looks like a girl and the other... looks like a girl too. One had blonde hair while the other had red. They were both leaning into each other. I raised an eyebrow. A kiss before class? That's kind of cute.
Well, they kind of look like two people I know. I squinted to see a better, clearer image. Who were they?
I squinted a bit more until realizing who those two students really were. The blonde headed kid was a guy, and the redheaded one was... Mi Young. It was Mi Young and Taemin. I stood there, dumbfounded. Mi Young and Taemin? What are they doing here when class is about to start? What-
And then I saw Mi Young put her lips on Taemin's. It did seem like that since Taemin's back was facing me and Mi Young's mouth was clearly on him.
....
THOSE SONS OF ES.