Minho wasn't really the type to pay attention in class, let alone attend any of them. He sat in the far right corner, arms crossed on top of the table as he laid his head down for a little nap.

For some reason, all he could think about was that boy he saw in the hall. He looked ethereal. Something about his smile the moment they locked eyes did something to Minho's heart, it wasn't like any smile he has seen on anyone before.

"Yah, wake up. Class is almost over," Changbin shook the 'napping' boy awake.

"Already?" Minho shot up, groaning at the sudden brightness hitting his eyes.

Changbin just waved him off as he started packing up, Minho followed shortly after.

As they headed over to their next class Changbin decided to bring up a forbidden topic.

"Who were you talking about earlier?"

Minho, being himself, decided to play dumb. "Who was I talking about?"

"That stupid boy,"

"He's not stupid," Minho says, more to himself rather that his best friend.

"Ah, someone's in love." Changbin mocked, throwing a couple kissy faces with some exaggerated moaning sounds. Making the taller boy chuckle.

But deep inside, Minho couldn't help but imagine it, them kissing, with his hands wrapped around the pretty boy's waist, the boy tugging at Minho's hair as they brush their lips against each other.

"Woah," He muttered quietly to himself.

"What?"

"Nothing."