Lee Minho is the smartest student with a charismatic appearance who doesn't have many friends as he is always too busy being enlightened to gratify his parents.
He hates Han Jisung from the core of his heart, a mediocre student who appeared to be a...
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"Jisung, did the asswholes drop out of school?"
"What, you mean the bullies? No."
"What is up then? You look happy." Changbin nudged his arm.
"No, what are you talking about? And why is everyone saying I'm happy today?" he huffed and started making coffee. "Hyung, do you know Seo Mingi's case will be reopened?"
They both looked up and their eyes met.
"Who are the people who finally got the guts?" he said after looking away after a while. "I'm sure they are some all-barks no bite motherfuckers too."
"Maybe....I don't know."
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"It's a hazelnut coffee, Jisung," Changbin said after putting down the customer's call.
"Myeongdeong Street? Lee's residence?" he asked enthusiastically.
"Yes," Changbin replied with wide eyes.
Jisung couldn't help grinning while preparing the coffee.
"Something is different about you today," Changbin said as he felt happy seeing the younger smile so much which he hadn't done in a long time.
"Ughhh it's nothing," Jisung whined playfully.
Jisung's enthusiasm wasn't because he was going to Minho's house. It was because he confirmed Minho was the one who drank the coffee. He knew it was daytime and his parents wouldn't be home, leaving Minho the person to order the coffee.
He felt happy......wondering if Minho liked his coffee.
He cycled all the way. When he reached there, the concern of the first time revisited him.
How was he supposed to act?
Like school buddies or a customer and a delivery boy? He decided not to be too amiable as Minho doesn't like him anyway.
He rang the bell, taking a deep breath which eventually stopped when the older emerged from behind the wooden door, with saturated hair and dots of sweat racing down his forehead.
Jisung felt as if his jaw would hit the ground. He quickly shook his head and greeted Minho.
"Hello."
Minho, who was supposedly working out, became motionless seeing Jisung.
He looked adorable in his red t-shirt and cap.
Jisung lifted the coffee precipitately.
Minho took it and closed the door. His heart picked up pace, unaware as to why.
Jisung was pretty satisfied as he anticipated Minho might slam the door in his face. He couldn't get the image of Minho out of his head. It was completely opposite to Minho's appearance in school. He was a nerdy guy with perfectly brushed hair, an immaculate uniform and spectacles.
