Emberly

Minho’s smile softened as he looked at Jisung. “Hey, Jisung.” He paused. “You wear glasses.”
          Jisung’s hand instinctively went to his face, chuckling nervously as his cheeks grew red from the cold. “Sorry, I haven’t put my contacts in yet.”
          “Oh. It’s cute.”
          Jisung’s breath caught in his throat. “Oh.'“
          They stared back and forth at each other, the air thick with tension. Jisung then stepped aside, opening the door further.

Jisung was nothing more than a fool in love with the popular cheerleader, the most perfect and charismatic person ever. The charming cheerleader would never notice a silly stupid student like him, or so he thought.
          
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Tell me why I woke up today and my first thought was Daisuke from Mouthwashing??

What's your favorite song off HOP?

Should I do something stupid?

First 5 chapters of a story done!!

*****’s eyes widened and he quickly backtracked. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to! We can still be great friends or whatever if you’d rather that, I just, um- I really l-like you, and I’ve been wanting to get to know you better for a while, but I was too scared to say anything until today, and now I feel like an idiot, and I’m-”

omfg, ive been writing this story for over a year-

Before Jisung could ponder the matter any further, he heard the metal scrap of the chair against the concrete floor beside him. Turning his head, he found Minho taking a seat, flashing him a brilliant smile.
          Jisung felt his breath catch in his throat, warmth creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. “Um-” he stammered, unsure of what to say. “Shouldn’t you… like, be sitting with your friends?”
          Minho chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t really feel like dealing with them right now. Besides, wouldn’t it help me to sit by my tutor?”
          “Yeah- um- I mean, yes, I suppose so,” Jisung managed to reply, turning his attention back to his notebooks in an attempt to conceal the blush that was steadily spreading across his face.
          “When are we gonna start these tutoring sessions, by the way?”
          Jisung blinked, forcing himself to look up. “Well, when are you free?”
          Minho hummed. “So, I’m busy most days after school, but I’m free on Fridays, aka today. If you’re not doing anything, maybe we could go to my place and get started then?”
          Minho’s place? Minho’s place? Jisung’s mind raced with a million thoughts, most of which were decidedly inappropriate.
          Jisung cleared his throat. “Sure.”
          That was the only thing he could respond with, trying desperately to ignore the way his heart was racing.

I am sick :(