╒═════════════════════════════════════╕ Minho, You're ethereal. I passed by the music room yesterday and heard the most angelic voice ever. I didn't know you could sing. Your honey-like voice was heavenly, I wish I could hear you all the time.
I hope you're doing amazing today. I really, really like you. -Love. ╘═════════════════════════════════════╛
Minho stared at the note, a smirk playing on his lips. The anonymity somewhat intrigued Minho, sparking a fire in him. 'Maybe I should leave a note in response someday..'
He was snapped out of his thoughts as the increasingly loud chatters of students filled the hallways once first period ended. He fetched for his English book and shut the locker door.
He looked to the side and saw his friends approach him. He waved to them with one hand, while carefully sliding the note into his pants' pocket with the other. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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