❝i'm like, seven years older than you, why don't you hang out with kids your age?❞
❝they don't get me like you do.❞
❝what about hansol?❞
❝he's an ass.❞
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+ in all honesty jeonghan wouldn't have remembered a face like kim mingyu's if he...
"mingyu what the hell just happened? your face suddenly turned red and a bunch of petals came out of your mouth. petals. it was everywhere, if that teacher didn't drag your ass to the nurses office you would've probably been dead."
mingyu watched hansol talk on about the what had happened the previous day, his eyebrows furrowing together.
"did that really happen?"
"duh. i had to help the cleaner lady sweep all of your flower vomit off the linoleum when you were gone." hansol replied matter-of-fact, observing his friend groan in disbelief and let is head fall on the cafeteria table.
"i-i don't know. all i remember was that i saw mr.yoon walking our direction and my chest suddenly hurt." mingyu clutched onto his chest for emphasis. "i don't remember anything but waking up in the nurses office."
"oh." the latter raised his eyebrows, grabbing the milk carton and taking a long sip, "so that's what his name was."
"who's?"
"the teacher who saved you."
"well f- me."
before hansol could come up with a good comeback he tilted his head to the side, spotting a familiar figure in the distance, "gyu, angel at two o'clock."
"what-?" mingyu turned around and his eyes widened, the tight feeling suddenly coming back. "kill me. please me kill me now." he quickly turned back, wishing he could disappear. "it's mr. yoon."
"i know, i'm not blind." mingyu wished he could dropkick hansol at this moment.
"shh, maybe if you don't look at him he won't notice-"
"hello boys."
jeonghan smiled, resting a hand on mingyu's shoulder what was as stiff as a rock at this point. "i was just wondering if mingyu-sshi would be free this afternoon after school."
mingyu would've cried, but no way he was doing that in front of his butthole of a best friend and his not-so-secret crush. He chose the next best thing, complete silence.
"yeah, i think he'll be free." hansol grinned up at the young teacher, low-key giving mingyu a thumbs up.
"great! be at my table at two, mingyu-sshi don't be late." jeonghan sent the two a cheerful smile and walked off, leaving them in stunned silence.
"good job not throwing up petals again this time."
hansol could only describe the sound that came out of mingyu's mouth as a muffled sob, "he hurts me hansol."
"what is that supposed to mean."
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honestly i'm surprised at how many votes the first chap has gotten already, you all must love mingyu a whole lot lmao ? i'm starting to like writing this fic alot since i don't have to worry about putting capital letters or making the chapters long and writing about a stressed mingyu gives me happiness xx
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^ look at hansol and mingyu's hands though what are you doing ?? ( and chan in the bg )
