───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ╒═════════════════════════════════════╕ Hey Minho, Sorry I didn't text you.. I'm afraid you'll find out who I am if I do, and then you'll hate me :(
I can't imagine how I'd continue to live if you ever hated me. That will hurt so, so bad. So I'd rather you not find out who I am, honestly. It's nerve wracking to even picture. I just love you way too much Minho. -Love ╘═════════════════════════════════════╛
During first period, Minho was not concentrating on what Mrs. Hyejin was teaching, neither did he focus on the words Chan spoke next to him. Minho was too busy deciding on whether he should use a square ruled paper or an ordinary college ruled sheet to jot down a reply. A response to his so called secret admirer.
Once he made up his mind to stick to his Usual checked paper, he grabbed his gel pen with a broad grin. Minho was keen on reassuring the anonymous person that their feelings were 'valid' (as he had planned to word his response), and that he would never come to hate someone so genuine and sweet. He didn't notice Chan had stopped talking and was now staring at him with an obvious frown warping his features, and a trace of longing filtered over his saddened eyes. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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