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Q, AKA Ji Changmin, is popular for his talent in dancing. Lee Sanggyun is popular for his talent in singing. Both are popular for visuals. What's not to like about them? They're smart, talented, good-looking, and probably good boyfriend material. At least, that's what all the girls gossip about.
I have no care in that subject. I mean, who drool over two guys in your school when there are tons of other idols that are better than amateurs like them? I wasn't talented or pretty or smart for that matter, but I did know that the two weren't as impressive as other idols. That was one thing I was sure of. Girls swoon over guys that can dance and sing and go completely insane for their attention.
Sure, I do like guys that can sing and dance, but Changmin and Sanggyun aren't special. Just normal guys in my classes and my grade that can sing a little and dance a little. Maybe they were good-looking. Huh. Did I overlook it?
The reason I dislike them is because they've become interested in me. I have absolutely no clue why, and everyone is asking me about it.
I scratched the back of my ear and yawned noisily, trudging into homeroom before the teacher came in. I checked the time with my phone. There was still about 7 minutes left until the teacher would be predicted to come in. I gritted my teeth. Let's hope that the two boys aren't here today.
I stepped through the doorway and covered my face with my hair, refusing to look at anyone. "Oh hey, it's Y/N!" I heard a voice call out in excitement. I wanted to scream my lungs out. I curled my hands into a fist. I sat down at my seat, combing back my bangs and staring up at Changmin, who was looming over me. I cocked an eyebrow at him wordlessly before unpacking.
If he wanted to stay there idly, I'll let him be. He can do whatever his heart tells him to do. I can't exactly stop him. But I don't have to pay any mind to him. I placed my notebooks on top of my desk. "Well, gotta go," I said to no one in particular, standing up and shuffling to the door. I peeked behind me just a little and noticed Changmin continuing to stand beside my desk and absently gaze after me. What does that creep want from me?
