╒═════════════════════════════════════╕ Minho, You're that "Nothing" when people ask me what I'm thinking about. I'm sorry if you don't like these notes, I saw yesterday's note torn apart. This is the only way I can tell you how I feel because I don't have the courage to confess in real life. Did you know? You have a really cute smile, angel. -Love. ╘═════════════════════════════════════╛
Once Minho flipped open his geometry textbook, he spotted the white, lined paper inside. He had forgotten he put it in there. He read over the words again, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Did you find the worksheet?" Changbin asked, waiting for his seat-mate, Minho, to find his geometry worksheet (So the boy could let Minho copy down answers before Mr. Mingi walks in).
Chan walked up to Minho's desk (since his place was far from both his friends). "That again? Just throw it." Chan clicked his tongue.
Minho didn't take his eyes off the small note, "Nah.. I don't feel like throwing it today." ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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