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He was happily walking over to lockers with his friends rambling about how lucky Seungmin was to have a lot of classes together with Jin and Felix

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He was happily walking over to lockers with his friends rambling about how lucky Seungmin was to have a lot of classes together with Jin and Felix.

"Yah, Seung... Hyunjin has a secret admirer... but he is still sulking over not being able to have Jisung."

"You still like that jerk!" Seungmin cried out in his loud ass voice to which Hyunjin had to slap his hand over his mouth to stop him from causing a new drama as soon as he entered the school.

"Shhhhhh... just... shhh..." He hissed looking around if anyone was there to witness this new level of sarcasm. "Shut the fuck up, will you?"

"I don't care. Why do you still like him? I thought you two would be dating by now."

"The fuck?!" And it was Hyunjin's turn to be loud, audible enough to draw Jisung's attention and the boy gave an embarrassed apologetic smile before opening his locker door to hide his blushing face.

"Oh... is that the letter you were talking about?" Seungmin's hand went past over the boy's shoulder to get hold of the letter in the pink envelope and next to it sat a small adorable bouquet of wildflowers.

Hyunjin peeked in as well to read it along with the other two.

Good morning beautiful Prince,

Did you have a good sleep? Did you eat this morning? I'm not sure if you did. Please don't skip any meals. You should eat a lot and enjoy the food. I wanted to ask you something. Well, It is only three days before the prom. Do you have a prom date? Can you be mine? Ah yes... you don't know my name... I'm such a coward, aren't I? I badly want to hold you and give you loads of kisses and tell yve you but guess what... I'm not ready for that yet. You can call it shy or cowardly but it is just I'm nervous to see your reaction. Anyways... I got you some flowers and I arranged them for you on my own... with LOVE. Hope you like it.

xoxo...

Felix cooed with his hands clasped over his chest, eyes dreamily looking up as Seungmin cringed with fake gagging noises And earned a big ass slap.

"You should probably ask him to be your prom date. He gives you expensive shit, so that means he is rich. He is too afraid to say his name... so he can be shy and sweet. He called you a Prince. That means, he will ou like a prince." Felix gave his impressions but Hyunjin was too focused on finding something, shuffling through his locker and bag.

"Shit!" He cursed realizing that it wasn't in his locker nor his bag. "My sketchbook is lost..."

"Freaking hell!" Felix said leaving Seungmin disturbed.

"He has this sketchbook and it is full of that brat's drawings and some poems he wrote."

"Where did you last put it?" Seungmin might be a savage bitch yet he cared for his friend.

Hyunjin remembered that he used it last day at the library and he also remembered that he put it in his bag. "Maybe it is at home. I remember taking it back before I went over to Felix's place."

"When I get home, I'll see if it is there." The shorter boy said, reassuring Hyunjin though he felt restless.

His mind whirled over some raging thoughts of thunder.

What if someone sees it? What if he shows it to Jisung? What if he never getsetsbook back?

He was cut off when Felix spoiled some news. "Guess what boys, Chan asked me to be his prom date."

"I'm not even surprised if you say, you two fucked." Hyunjin whispered and the said male's face turned deep red. "Wait... you two fucked?"

"W-well... I wasn't planning to but yeah... we- did..."

"Spill the tea, Lee." Seungmin gave a sassy look before making their way to the classroom.

"I went to his swimming competition last week and... Minho sent me to give him a water bottle.
I didn't know that Chan was having a problem in the changing room so I just went in without knocking...
so... uh... I-I... I mean... he was... having sometimes... you know what I mean... and then he asked me to help him. So I said okay... the end...?"

"How many rounds?" Taking his seat on their row the youngest boy asked.

"Excuse me...?! What type of a question is that?"

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