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Chapter Fourteen

     His class is three hours long. Three hours. Three hours and forty-five minutes with two fourteen, and three thirteen year old's- every Thursday and Friday. He'd usually complain, but two hours ago he gave Niki a mountain dew and he's been calmer ever since.

     He'd usually complain, but being with two fourteen, and three thirteen year olds for three hours and forty-five minutes for two days a week- has made him attached.

     It's one of his biggest flaws. He's horribly, indescribably good with kids. No, not just any kids, these kids.

     He knows these children as if they are his own, so how is he supposed to ignore it when one of them is missing for more than three minutes.

     "Giselle, do you know where NingNing went?" Minho asks, looking up from his phone where he's waiting for a response from Changbin on whether or not he'll bring him sushi.

     "She went to the bathroom. She shouldn't be too long, she's not on her period or anything. I would know, we're synced up." Giselle responds a little breathless from practicing the footwork of her solo routine.

     Minho's face scrunches up. "Okay, one- It's natural and I'm all for women empowerment, but TMI, and two- you're supposed to move your right foot as well."

     "Ohhhhh..." She gets it right the next try. Minho feels proud. He counts her off.

     "One and two and- use your knees and five and six and-" He snaps his fingers with the counts, eyes following her movements and noting corrections to be made.

     They're interrupted by the door to the practice room opening and NingNing walking in holding something.

     "Did Changbin hyung bring my food?" Minho asks. NingNing looks confused.

     "Uh no. The boy said it was for you but it wasn't Changbin. He had big cheeks and curly black hair." NingNing makes a curling motion with her finger at the back of her neck to visualize.

Minho thinks his life is over.

     "Jisungie?" He questions.

     "Pfft, I guess. Is that your new boyfriend?" She teases. He knows she's joking but he almost gets defensive.

     "Whatever NingNing, just give me my food."

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     Jisung took a shower after he ate breakfast. Minho was gone by the time he got out. It's his fault. He spent more time than needed scrubbing his scalp clean of the filth from his dream. He could not be down bad while living in the same house as Minho.

    He got out, towel hung low around his waist, belly button piercing on full display hoping that he'd see. But it was useless. He just ended up walking to his suitcase that was opened with clothes spilling over from rummaging for pajama pants the night before next to the pull out couch.    

     He puts on a black graphic tee of some car that he doesn't care about and slips on a pair of shorts, toweling his hair dry.

     Chan came back from the gym with Changbin, sweaty sleeveless tee flaunting his large biceps and a hint of his pecs. Jisung probably would have found him attractive when he was younger, but now he sees that he's too....nice? He gives the vibes of a father figure in some kind of way and Jisung is definitely *not* one for that type of thing.

     He's not surprised Seungmin is. He always said he wanted an older man. And here he is, with his long term boyfriend of (now) three years that just so happens to be four years older than him. Even worse than me, Jisung tells himself.