𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱;56 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭

Chatting of the fellow academy students reverberated throughout the main auditorium, as it was right after another intense practice. And well deserved, the practices didn't get harder for nothing. Because once there is a national competition with hand-picked members to represent their academies, of course, everything is in one big fuss. Currently, everyone just wished to be that one person who would represent the academy. In all honesty, you couldn't know who was actually on your side or who was competing against you in that aspect. But Minho would settle for the term that everyone settled for being selfish. 

The speakers in the corners of every room screeched, turning everyone's head to them. 

"Lee Minho, class 103." 

"Would Lee Minho, class 103, please report to the head office." 

Everyone's eyes widened and soon all of them were on him. Minho got up with a heavy feeling, trying to shake off all those judging stares, but that wasn't a problem for him. He learned how to look after himself here. This wasn't the best place to make close friends, let's say. 

The door creaked open and Minho stepped inside, meeting with a man, sitting down in his chair, and his teacher standing beside the desk. "Welcome, please have a seat." The headmaster motioned to the chair in front of him. His teacher gave a reassuring nod, indicating it was nothing regarding him getting in trouble. At that Minho's muscles relaxed a bit. It's not that he got scared of getting in trouble, but the fact that suddenly the headmaster wanted to talk to him when he literally spoke with no one. That was unsettling. 

"You are making progress, Lee." 

"It's nothing without the teaching I got here." 

"Right." The headmaster nodded. 

"Our academy doesn't have a good reputation for nothing." 

His eyes moved around the office and landed on Minho. "But you see, Minho, there always needs to be someone to guard that reputation we built." 

"That's why we have discussed and wanted to offer you an opportunity." 

Minho tilted his head. "What opportunity?" 

"So bold, Lee." the headmaster observed. "Exactly what we are looking for." 

"I won't cut around the chase anymore." he continued and folded his hands over his desk. "It's clear you are above everyone in your class and I, myself, like your style. And for that very reason, we want you to be the representative of our academy." 

Minho left the headmaster's office, the door closing behind him with him just remaining motionless in front of it, not quite believing what he heard back there. 

"Really? Just like that?" he uttered in disbelief. "Aren't there auditions for something like that?" 

The headmaster chuckled, trying to stay profound. "Oh goodness, Lee. We don't need auditions to see who's the best. It's called hand-picked for a reason and I pick you." 

A head turned upon Minho's entrance. "I thought you planned to forget us as a whole." Hyunjin commented, flicking Minho's side, earning revenge from the man himself which led to a romp. After their little 'fight', and the studio being filled with laughter and fake, dramatic cries of pain, the two calmed down. 

They laid scattered on the floor, chest rising and falling as they remained in comfortable silence with each other. "Hyunjin, I think I need your help." Hyunjin scoffed. "If you're lonely just say so." Smack. Then the rest returned again. 

"Hyunjin, how would you react when you got chosen to be representative of your academy?" 

"You got picked?" Hyunjin's voice rose, lips formed in a pout out of genuine surprise. Minho hummed. "Then," the taller's voice trailed off. "What's stopping you?"

"Nothing." Minho paused for a moment. 

"I just feel guilty for the others. Am I really the best option?"

Hyunjin thought about it. "Even so, it's not like they supported you through anything. Some people lose, some people get chosen. Be a little selfish, Minho." It might sound harsh but to Hyunjin it was clear Minho doubted himself, he never felt worthy of anything even when he worked so damn hard. Hyunjin just wanted him to know how much he deserved things. 

Minho on the other hand just knew there were people that did so much better than him. He looked up to so many people, yet the headmaster picked him. Why? It unsettled him so much. 

"The headmaster said he personally picked me, but why?" The other shook his head. "I'm pretty sure he told you why and is that even a question? You worked hard, Minho. That's why. When will you finally see that yourself?" It stayed quiet while Hyunjin sighed. "Listen, I support you with whatever choice you make. I'm just saying I think you deserve this. Just don't do anything you'll regret." 

"Don't take it too seriously!" Hyunjin pushed him to the side with a grin as Minho snapped out of his daze. "Little bitch-" He slapped Hyunjin back who erupted in laughter until he got chased after by him. "Save me!!!!!!!!!" Being the drama queen he is, Hyunjin proceeded to scream and beg for Minho to stop. "I will beat you up, Hyunjin, get your ass back here!"