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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Minho and Jisung were heading to Jisung's home. His head was hung low while Minho admired him with a smile.
"What about your saliva theory now?"
"N-Nothing." He was blushing madly. "I didn't know.....it felt......it felt nice to kiss someone. I thought any kind of physical affection was disgusting."
"I will never make them disgusting." He wrapped his arm around him.
Jisung slightly removed it with a guilt-ridden face. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
As they knocked, Changbin opened the door.
"Jisung, Jeongin's saying I'm not handsome. Tell him to agree with m- oh Minho? You're here too? Please, come in."
"Hello."
"Where are you coming from? Together?" Jeongin squinted his eyes.
"Ah, what are you saying? I- I just, yeah I helped him with a math problem. We just did Maths, nothing else." He laughed awkwardly.
"Jisung, you know he just asked you where you guys were.....you didn't have to panic." Changbin smirked.
"Jeongin! Why did you take out all of my books?" Jisung yelled. "You even took out the old ones I don't use anymore."
"Changbin Hyung said the more books I have, the more intelligent I am."
"HE WAS MESSING WITH YOU. Are you really that dumb?"
"HA HA HA HA" Changbin laughed a deliberately evil laugh.
"Ahh hyung, I hate you." The youngest whined.
"I'll help you clean these," Minho said.
"Thank you."
"Hyung!!!"
"What?" Jisung replied.
"He's still teasing me!"
"Ah, you two." He walked out of the room and into the living room.
Deciding to start cleaning, Minho stumbled upon an old diary and opened it without much thought.
It's the 1st night. He took me to his room. I cried, so he slapped me. He thrust himself inside me. It felt like someone just stabbed me. It was painful.....
He noticed the pages were yellowed, and he could see small droplets of something that had dispersed the ink, leaving tear-shaped marks on the paper. As he flipped through the pages, he realized that much more was written than he had initially thought. All of them started with the number of nights that had passed.
