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: I love how chapter 14 is called Fourteen.
"It has been six days. How much more time does he need?" Minho was tossing and turning in his bed. Thoughts and doubts assailed him.
He was recalling all the moments with Jisung. That is when he perceived how Jisung perfectly mentioned two hundred and eight days that once.
"How did he summon it up perfectly?"
He brushed the thoughts off and sighed. Getting up, he took something out from the top of his closet, sneezing as the dust from the notebook blew into his nose.
"Here you are." He dusted the notebook that was crumpled.
It was a notebook from when he was fourteen. The pages fell on the ground when he opened it. It was ragged.
He picked them. There was some poetry and stuff in them. He started beaming while reading them after four years.
Then he reached the page where his little novel started. He was smiling from ear to ear.
"It's been long since I've written something." He sat on his chair and started writing something.
He wrote for a while before realizing the sun was setting.
He checked the clock and it was 5:47 already. He missed the math class that was at 5:00 p.m.
He was so engrossed in writing, that he didn't notice he had been writing for more than two hours.
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"Hyung, you are intriguing," Minho said as he glanced all over the circus cluttered with mostly archaic and random sculptures and objects.
"Why because I'm a murderer despite the fact there's no evidence? No, because I 'don't have a job to do' and because no one will give a shit even if I go to jail," Chan said sardonically.
"Well, not exactly that. You are alleged to be a criminal, residing in an abandoned place. You have all this skin-crawling stuff and no touch with society."
"Why do even come here knowing I'm a criminal? What if I hurt you?"
"I am not afraid of it, you know. I might even become one." he shrugged.
"Isn't it better to be myself than going out and dealing with those monsters? Helping you quietly, in a way no one can know."
"Help?"
"Hmmm....."
"How?"
"I don't help people to brag about it."
"No, you're not bragging. Just tell me."
"Yeah, so I help people when they truly need it, yet only a few people know about it since I choose to keep it a secret. To say few is wrong. I don't talk to anyone. So nobody knows~~"
