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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*A/N: It's not a white rose but anyway*
"Hyung!" Jisung called out ecstatically.
"Your life seems to get happier these days," the magician spoke.
"It's the same, just a new individual joined in." He blushed thinking about the new individual. "I was thinking if you could show me some of your magic tricks."
"Of course, but there's someone behind you."
Jisung checked behind.
"There's no one."
"Well, I do see something behind your ears."
He grabbed a notebook kept on his table, opening it to reveal a mirror instead of pages. He lifted it for Jisung to see himself.
Jisung was amazed to see a white rose tucked behind his ear. He was impressed by how the magician placed it while he was distracted.
"Amazing!"
"What about this?"
He opened the notebook widely.
"There's a mirror, right?" He closed the notebook and opened it again, this time revealing plain papers. The mirror was gone.
Jisung took it and checked again, but there was no mirror.
"Wow cool!" He looked at the magician for a while and asked, "What is your name by the way?"
"My name?" He frowned dramatically. "Does it matter?"
"Of course, I know nothing about you."
"My name....what is it?"
Jisung parted his lips to say something but was startled by something flashing before his eyes. It was Miyeon, the parrot.
"Chan's half 66, he's half 66."
"Yeonnie, you never let me have my moment." The Magician, or now familiar as Chan huffed.
"Wow, you're a pretty bird."
"You're ugly."
"What?" Jisung pouted.
"Call me when the handsome guy comes." It flew away again.
"People come here?" Jisung asked quizzically. "I thought you were a recluse."
"There's this Minho guy that came once."
Jisung was mouth hung open.
It was only fair to call him the handsome guy.
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Minho skipped his extra classes that were scheduled for the afternoon. He was lying on the couch idly when he got a mischievous idea.
It was risky. In fact, this whole thing was risky, but he was just as willing to take risks.
