A/N: Again,special thanks to shineemyheart for being my editor :)
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I stared at the clock on the wall and sighed in disappointment. Its 3pm, 2 hours left before the end of class. It couldn't be soon enough. The fact that I still have another 2 hours to endure frustrates me.
I forced myself to listen to the teacher. He was saying something about Einstein and how he failed maths when he was a student. I thought it was absurd that a genius failed math, but that's not really the point. Nothing interests me right now besides wanting for the class to end.
I just wanted to run away. I needed to run away.
Choi Minho
I doodled his name on my notes not really caring what the teacher was saying. Then I drew a figure beside his name. I'm not good at drawing, so I only managed a circle for his head, dots for his eyes nose and lips, and a few lines for his arms and legs. I smiled, admiring my little piece of art.
I raised my head and stared at the teacher again. This time I couldn't make anything from what he was saying. I could feel my eyes drooping.
I feel so tired.
This won't do. I have to leave, now.
I raised my hand to call the teacher's attention. "Yes, Mr. Lee?" he asked.
"I need to go to the clinic," I said. He nodded, and I made a curt bow before exiting the room.
Once I was out of sight, I quickened my steps. I walked as fast as my legs would take me, but I was not fast enough. I hate feeling weak but right now I couldn't help it.
Which brings me back to my real reason for skipping class.
It wasn't entirely a lie that I had to go to the clinic. Only that I decided not to go. I have something else on my mind, something much better.
I searched for him in his classroom making sure he didn't decide to suddenly become a good student and attend his class. When I didn't see him I knew exactly where he might have gone. He's as predictable as that.
I reached the school grounds and I saw him where I thought he would be. My heart skipped a beat just like it always did whenever I saw him.
In a distance I could hear girls screaming his name. "Choi Minho! Saranghae," they said.
Either he decided to ignore them, or he was just too oblivious to his surroundings that he didn't even notice his growing fan club screaming his name.
I bet it was the latter. After all he's a soccer freak who doesn't see anything or anyone once he's in the field except for his teammates, opponents, coach, referee and the goals.
"Taemin!" And maybe me.
I smiled when I heard him call my name. He ran towards me and it convinced me that he probably wanted to be with me as much as I wanted to be with him. He was running as if his life depended on it. My smile widened even more.
"What's wrong?" Minho asked.
I smiled. Sometimes I wonder how he always does that. I haven't said anything but he already knows something is wrong.
"Nothing," I lied and shook my head in response.
He took off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders. The warm feeling quickly spread into me and I loved it. Although I prefer his arms wrapped around me, his jacket was enough to make me feel better in an instant. He always knows exactly what I needed.
