𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 | Minsung

Meaty Thighs

It seemed Jisung was not at all paying attention so I acted quickly, before he could have the chance to realise what I was doing. I tapped my egg against my desk and lifted it above his head.

I watched as the gooey substance fell from the shell and quickly pulled back my hands as it reached his hair.

He slowly adjusted as he realised the weird feeling. I watched as he tried to decipher what it was. Even from where I was sitting I could tell when he had finally realised what had been done.

"WHAT IN THE HELL?" Jisung turned around looking directly into my eyes. Fire burning within his pupils.

"Oh Jisung, you got a little something on your-" As I spoke, Jisung turned back to his desk grabbing the egg that he had been given and smashed it on top of my head.

My mouth dropped open as the slimey breakfast food washed down the sides of my face. Oh Jisung was in for it now.

"Boys!" We both looked to the teacher. I had completely forgotten about the fact we were in class.

"I've had enough of you two. I guess you better cancel your plans this afternoon." Both me and Jisung knew exactly what that meant.

"What?! Not again! He started it!" The teacher glared at Jisung. He quickly realised his mistake. Jisung covered his mouth as if to stop anything else coming out.

"I guess you really want to get out of those plans Mr Han." She narrowed her eyes. Jisung immediately shook his head.

"Right then, sit down so I can finish this class." I rolled my eyes, collapsing back into my chair. Jisung quietly sitting back down in his own, regretting some of his previous choices.

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Unbelievable. Unbelievable is what this is. Me, the straight A student, the goody two shoes, the bloody nerd for god's sake, in detention for the third time this month. I mean how is this even real. Why did Minho have to exist. Forget that stuff about him being more then I thought. I hate him. I hate him. I hate-

"Right. I'm not about to let you sit here the entire time because that's not going to teach you anything. Since you like to mess with eachother so much, why don't you help me clean up the mess the eighth graders made in last period." My eyes widened, detention was already going horribly. Everyone knew that in last period the eighth graders did the elephant toothpaste experiment (look it up if you don't know what it is :)). My head turned to Minho as he was just as taken aback as I was.

Both of us followed our science teacher to the science lab. I wanted to scream. In no way did I want to clean up a buttload of hydrogen poroxide and dishsoap for the next two hours.

"Oh boy did those eighth graders have some fun. The cleaning supplies are just there and I'll be checking up on you so don't think you're getting off easy. Have fun!" She left the room closing the door as I took in the utter chaos that was the room.

I could tell Minho was thinking the same, if not similar things to me. Suddenly he looked to me.

"She can't be serious?" I don't know why he's complaining, he's the one who got us into this stupid mess in the first place.

"I guess she is, given how annoying you can be." Minho opened his mouth to argue but his change of expression lead me to believe he realised I was right.

"Whatever." He huffed as he grabbed a mop and a pair of gloves. The snap of the plastic flicking against his wrist made me jump. The chuckle that left his body made me want to kick him in the stomach, but I didn't have the energy so I grabbed my own cleaning supplies and went on with my buisness.

We cleaned for about half an hour straight as we could start to see the remanants of the white, puffy foam slowly, slowly disappearing. Although, the room was still covered in it. My hands were becoming sore from wringing out my sponge for the fifth hundredth time, I let out a groan.

"Are you tired?" I heard Minho ask. I turned around to him as he looked back at me.

"Nah I'm fine." I grabbed my sponge from the sink and quickly got back to work, unfortunately Minho wasn't willing to take that for an answer.

"If your tired you can take a break."

"It's ok, I'm fine." My tone barely moved, if I was being completely honest, I was exhausted. I was already tired enough and to then have to clean the science lab? Yeah I was tired. But I wasn't going to let Minho know that.

"Jisung." Minho really wasn't giving up. Why can't he just let things go?

"I said I'm fine." My voice was angrier then I thought it would be. Though somehow I didn't apologise, after all he was the one who kept pushing me. Maybe he'd stop now.

All I was focused on was scrubbing down the benches, however I didn't focus on the fact Minho still hadn't given up, not yet.

Minho grabbed the sponge from my hands. I turned to grab it back out of reflex but Minho was using his advantage of being tall, or more just not short, to hold the sponge out of reach. I jumped and reached for it as if I had any chance of getting it. Before I knew it I pushed a little too hard causing Minho to fall to the ground. Unfortunately by pushing him I had put most of my weight onto him and lost my balance in the process.

So now we were both on the ground. I started getting dejavu from my first day here. When Minho had run into me in the hallways and we both fell to the ground just like this.

We were face to face. Somehow I couldn't find the will to move for a split second as our eyes met. For a moment everything stopped. As if someone hit the pause button as I stared into those beautiful dark brown eyes of his.

But after that split second I promptly moved my eyes away and lifted myself off of him and soon the ground.

He just laid there for a moment. It was weird to say the least. He then propped himself up on his elbows looking to the floor beside him as if to be contemplating something.

"Pretty eyes." I thought I heard him whisper. I must have misheard.

"What?" I snapped my head towards him waiting for him to reaffirm what he had just said.

"Uh-meaty thighs." My eyes widened. Did he just say-

"Wait no! I meant geeze my thighs." Minho looked at me in panic, like he was checking if he had convinced me. Which he didn't, at all.

"I didn't even fall onto your thighs-" I could easily see the choas on Minho's face. He swiftly picked himself up and looked anywhere but at me.

"Hmm what? Sorry I'm cleaning." I stared at him with nothing but confusion. Why is he so weird for? I swear, nothing makes sense with him, ever.