The library was meant for them. The noose was meant for them. Their near-perfect lives prior to meeting each other was meant for them.
Their school has lost a gem.
Lee Minho: brains and beauty. The single pillar of this world — this world limited to this school and the students and staff within this school, of course. Lee Minho: a God.
Their school has lost a God.
Lee Minho; the poor boy never meant to be a God. He just liked sports, and art, and creative writing, and everything in-between. He never meant to be God. Whoever blessed him with the power of a God stumbled over his good-for-nothing little baby vessel and let this pebble absorb an angel's whole being.
Their school doesn't mind losing a God.
It's good press. The news coverage has given many people many opportunities. Lee Minho could only flourish under this roof, with the books in this library, under the guidance of pathetic teachers who could only be stunned again and again by this prodigy in this school.
Their school needs a God.
Lee Minho, a genius prodigy, was not born nor created — he was just Lee Minho, a genius prodigy. He was bound for all success in the future.
Minho needed a saviour.
Jisung always knew that prodigies never worked out. They were set for wallowing in their own demotivation while everyone caught up to them in adulthood and achieved much more.
Minho knew this was his peak.
Lee Minho, a genius prodigy, made himself at home in an ordinary boy's pupils. Jisung saved him. Jisung had nothing else going for him except this: death by the side of a prodigy.
This was the only chance Jisung would ever get to be on the same level as a prodigy and he took it.
— fin.
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MY OWN STORY. minsung
FanfictionMinho is special. Jisung knows that's true for a fact, but still can't wrap his head around the concept of prodigies in itself. It's that moment when an unreadable boy comes along: he worsens his prescription; blurs his world; then ruthlessly kills...
