The next few days were a bit hectic for Lu Han. He's been calling Minseok nonstop since the day of the incident; mumbling nonsense about a certain brunette individual and his unrealistically flawless self.
Minseok had dutifully answered all of his friend's dreamy calls of Sehun this and Sehun that with a small smiles on his face.
Minseok notes that he calls at least once every 3 days and that the topic of the talk almost never changes.
Sometimes he texts Minseok too, but only when
hey, minseok, what do you think his favorite food is?
"sweets maybe?"
Then he hears something about himself liking sweets too.
minseok, do you know what classes he's taking?
Minseok knows.
But for some vague reason his brain seemed to will him to say no.
The call ended somewhat earlier after that and Minseok had felt a stab of a strange feeling jab at his ribcage.
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Fiksi Penggemar(snowdrops and winter skies and he's watching the clouds with those pretty brown eyes) - ongoing; o.s/l.h
