Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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Minho sipped on his coffee, wondering why he had decided to move in the first place.

"It was a good job offer"
he reminded himself.

Right, but moving, expecially when not permanently was still a hassle. His bones hurt so much from carrying boxes that even tho he was in his mid-to-late twenties he felt ninetytwo instead.

"Mr Lee!" a cheerful voice saluted him that second.

He turned to the student, embarassed that the frst version of him they were going to experience was this tired, disheveled one and not his usual tip-top form.

"Welcome! We're really happy to have you teach us this year!" she continued with a smile.
A few other teens giggled behind her, hiding their faces in their palms.

"Ah so that's how it is.."

Maybe it was the way he dressed or the fact that he was young, but Minho had always found himself in the middle of a circle of adoring female students wherever he went.

"And I'm glad to be teaching here too. If you behave, of course" he added, trying to infuse his voice with warmth and not with the irritation he was feeling.

It seemed to work because the student beamed before leaving.

He sighed.

His assistant was supposed to get there soon and he was honestly intrugued by this person Mr Kim had assigned him.

Him and Mr Kim had gone to university togheter back then and thought very highly of eachother but they'd also often bicker like an old married couple.

"Seungmin. Right, that's another positive aspect of moving. I can finally spend some time with my old friend"

"Han Jisung" Seungmin had said:
"I know I shouldn't say this... but he's my favorite"

They had joked togheter about favoritism but after that, Minho was definitely looking forward to meet this Jisung guy.

"I hope we'll get along..."

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