Walking into the class, you weren't expecting to see Minho distributing sweets to all the students in your class. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused.
What's the occasion?"
Upon noticing you, Minho wiggled his way out of the crowd of students, towards you.
"Open up sweetheart." He said with a smug grin on his face and held the sweet delicacy in front your mouth. You reluctantly opened your mouth and took a bite from the sweet. You heard some of the boys, groaning at the interaction between you two.
"I hope it's not poisoned."
"I would never do that."
You crooked an eyebrow. "You're Lee Minho."
He gasped. "How offensive."
"Anyway, what's the occasion?"
"It's result day. So, I'm giving these sweets beforehand."
You tilted your head. "Oh, my behalf?"
"No. On my behalf" He shoot a death glare at you.
"Oh honey." You held his one cheek with your palm. "Aren't you so confident. I hope the money you spend on these won't go waste." You snickered before walking away and towards your seat. Minho eyes followed you as he plopped the rest of the sweet, that you bit from, to his mouth.
Even though you were acting so confident in front of Minho, you were really anxious inside.
I can't let him be the topper this time.
Ever since he joined your school six months ago, he's been a threat to you, academically. You were always the class topper, for years. There was no one that could beat you in that. But this kid was just as good as you. You didn't know this until he beat you on the monthly test and took your position. Since then, it was fierce battle between you two for the title. If you are the topper one-month, next month topper would be him. And you would reclaim the throne on the next monthly test. This has been going on for five months now. Students would even bet on who would be the next topper.
On top of that, you two would have verbal fight on silly little things every single day. You were thankful for having the same sharp tongue as your mom, which was as good as his, if not better.
You started to scratch on the corner of the table, anticipating your teacher's arrival. Minho sat on your opposite.
"Feeling anxious?" He turned to you.
"No."
"Your torturing the poor table." You abruptly withdraw your hands back to your lap. You didn't even notice when you started doing it. "You do that when you're anxious."
You turned towards him. Leaning in, you said through gritted teeth. "I don't."
He also leaned in, keeping eye contact. "Trust me, you do. I notice a lot of things about you, love."
Silence.
It was like the whole world has stopped, just you and Minho, starring daggers at each other, visible electric sparks going off between you two. None you want to be first to break the eye contact and give the other the satisfaction of victory.
"Ahem." Minho's friend, Seongwa cleared his throat, making you both turn your head towards him, grabbing the attention of you both "Were you... going to... kiss?"
"Shut it, Seongwa."
"Shut it, Seongwa."
You both said in unison, making the said guy flinch.
