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"Hey, Minho!"

Panting, I try to catch up with my boyfriend, who is about to enter the school's main building to go to his first class.

Obviously, it's pretty pointless to keep calling his name, seeing the wireless earbuds in his ears that are probably blasting his music way too loud. Even my own loud self isn't enough to conquer that, and I take a small print and place my hand on his shoulder, dragging the boy to a halt.

"Geez, Min," I complain as soon as he takes out the earbuds, stuffing them back into his paw-shaped case. "I'll turn into an Olympic runner one day if you keep this up."

The raven-haired boy grins sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Sung. What's the matter? Missed me that much?"

"What time do your classes end? I have a plan," I announce, looking at the boy expectantly while ignoring his remark.

"A plan?" Minho repeats, frowning a little while probably trying to figure out what I might be thinking of.

"I'm not saying anything," I reply evilly. "Just tell me what time you're free and we're gucci."

"Is this Felix rubbing off on you?" the older asks suspiciously as we now make our way through the hallways, heading in the complete opposite direction of where I need to be for class.

But with Minho beating around the bush like this, it takes a little more time to get my answer than I planned.

"Minho, c'mon," I whine.

"Okay, okay," he retaliates, lifting his hands in the air mockingly. "My classes are over at one."

"Great, see you then, wait for me outside under that one tree," I announce, about to run off to get to my own class in time.

"Yah, Jisung!" he calls out after me, but I ignore him with a small grin. The more he's left in the dark about my plans, the more fun it will be.

For me, at least.

I can perfectly imagine the perplexed look on Minho's face as he watches me walk off, and I just hope he doesn't have some kind of test. I know him well enough to know that he won't be able to focus well, now that I informed him that I have a plan without telling him what.

The S in Seungmin might stand for Satan's spawn, but don't forget that there's an S in Jisung too.

My classmates look at me in confusion as I enter the classroom, the same smile still plastered on my face. Felix narrows his eyes suspiciously as I walk past him, as if to ask, Han Jisung, what are you scheming this time?

I'll just have to tell him later. For now, it's a secret. Minho will definitely freak out if Felix accidentally spills it, while I'm trying to spare him from that.

The later he finds out, the better.

——

After a few hours, that consisted mostly of boring classes and subtly ignoring Minho's curious glances in the hallway, the short say of school has finally come to an end, and I find myself leaning against the wall near the entrance of the main building, waiting for my boyfriend to come out.

The sun decided to take a little break today, and little light gray clouds occupy their spot in the sky instead. Still, the temperatures are decent enough, and it's not like my plans have anything to do with being outside anyway.

More and more students pour out of the main building, either chatting away happily with their friends or coming out on their own, too immersed in the music that blasts in their ears.

After a while, Minho appears in the crowd, scanning his surroundings and breaking into a smile as his eyes land on me. He gives me a small wave before approaching me, looking as good as ever.

"Hey, Sungie," he greets me, lightly ruffling my hair. "Are you finally going to enlighten me, after leaving me curious for a whole day?"

"It was only half a day, baby, don't exaggerate, " I reply sweetly, purposely dodging his question. "Do you have your bus pass with you?"

"You really aren't going to answer me, aren't you?" Minho sighs, smiling sadly.

"Ooh, you finally figured me out," I gasp, causing the older to roll his eyes, not even bothering to hide his dismay anymore.

"Han Jisung, you are evil," he scoffs, taking out his wallet from his backpack and rummaging through it. "Yeah, I have my bus pass."

"Great, you'll need it." I patiently wait until Minho has gotten rid of his wallet again, before grabbing his hand and lacing my fingers through his. "Unless you're in for a long ass walk."

"I think I prefer the bus then," Minho states, gently squeezing my hand as we start walking towards the bus stop just outside of the campus. "I'm just really curious where you're taking me."

"You'll find out really soon, Min," I chuckle. "It's just thirty minutes away from here."

"That's not helping," the older whines softly, obviously not satisfied with that answer at all.

"It wasn't a hint."

The way Minho looks at me is hilarious; curious and frustrated beyond belief, dying to find out where I'm taking him.

We're lucky enough to find the bus we need already standing at the bus stop, and we take a mad dash towards the vehicle before it can drive off without us. The driver greets us with a nod as we hop on, walking to the far back of the bus to take a seat. Fortunately, it's quite empty, seeing how hardly anyone gets off their work or school at this hour. There's an elderly couple a few seats ahead of us, and a few students are seated in the front of the long vehicle. Besides that, it's empty.

Minho hands me one of his airpods and I put it in my ear, glad that he decided not to act too salty during the ride. A soft and peaceful song is currently playing, and the older rests his head on my shoulder with a small sigh.

"Being curious is tiring, isn't it?" I teasingly say, and Minho closes his eyes with a small pout.

"Meanie," he mutters.

Faking sympathy, I lightly pat his thigh. "But I'm your meanie, right, Lino?" I coo, enjoying this all too much.

The boy lets out an indignant snort, but the soft smile tugging on the corners of his lips speaks more than anything.

We remain silent after that, and I rest my head on top of his as we listen to the music together. I found out a while ago that Minho loves soft and light songs, which basically means that these songs are perfect to doze off to during a bus ride. Staying awake is hard sometimes, and the bumps and turns in the road are the only thing that keeps me from falling into a slumber.

Soon, the surroundings change, and I find myself growing excited as they turn more familiar, until we reached a bus stop that I used so often in the past.

"Min, we need to get off here," I say, lightly nudging his side. "We're at our stop."

Minho blinks sleepily, taking the airpod from my hand and stuffing it back in its case, together with the other. Laughing, I flatten his hair a little before we get off the bus, greeting the driver on our way out.

"Sung, we're in a neighborhood," Minho points out, glancing around as the bus drives away. He narrows his eyes at me suspiciously, something he's done quite often today.

"Exactly," I confirm, a sly smile making its way to my lips. "My neighborhood, to be precise."

The boy's widen immediately.

"What?"

The look of horror that washes over Minho's face when realization hits him is hilarious, and I can almost literally see the color draining from his face. I have to fight the laugh that bubbles up in my throat, and I tilt my head innocently.

"You're meeting my parents today."