Bright as the Sun

Lee Minho, 26 years old and teacher at Xavier's and an aspiring full-time doctor at Busan.One of the X-Men.

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After Hours ⦻ { Minho & Woo Bin }

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      Storm took Minho’s sigh as a tacit sign of letting him stay and slightly grinned at his success at persuading the teacher, “A simulation?” Storm was excited since he has never seen anyone truly use their powers in a simulation.

      As Minho readied himself, Storm originally thought it was weird how nothing was happening. However, in a few seconds, particles of light merged from Minho’s finger tips. Storm watched with great fascination and subtly leaned in closer to get a vantage view as the particles of light danced in the air and surrounded the teacher. Storm had to slightly squint his eyes from the increasing boldness the light was giving off to see Minho’s next move.

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"Stand off to the side," Minho instructed. As long as he behaved himself, it should be fine. Without another word, the mutant pressed a button, and the room went dark. 

It was the kind of dark that shadows were made of, the kind that was made by the presence of another thing. In this case, this 'thing' was simulated version of a mutant who could manipulate shadows. 

Minho felt the air to his left shift. Reflexively, he spun around, braced himself in a ready stance, and swiped his hand up from the bottom up. A blinding flash of light erupted from his fingertips, following the direction of his hand. In that instance, Minho felt something ricochet off of his hastily-formed shield. Thinking quickly, he spun around and thrust his palms forwards, letting loose a concentrated barrange of light icicles. A rumbling filled the air, and died as Minho stopped his attack and warily got up, focusing his hearing as much as he could. 

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OOC

Hey all so I apologize for not doing my replies. I've had school work to do and I have a dance showcase in a week that I have to prepare for. Anyways, here are my current threads + drabbles. I have replied to all messages in my inbox, so if you didn't receive one if you were expecting a reply, then shoot me another message.

Replies: 

Hayi

Nero

Mina

Woobin

Starters:

Minah

Drabbles:

James

Nero

Jimin

Hayi

And I think that I'm plotting with several other people, so there'll be more coming. I'll try to get it all done ASAP.

[fcxminho]

Let's Brawl ⦽ { Nero & Minho }

Technically, Minho didn't actually need that much sleep. To be honest (and he's tried it), all he had to do was meditate in the middle of a very sunny day or an extremely well-lit room filled with LED lights for a few hours and he'd have enough light to charge himself exactly like how sleep would. As it were though, Minho actually enjoyed the act of turning one's brain off to allow his body to recuperate in an utterly natural way. However, considering his busy schedule with teaching at the school and his residency in Busan, the mutant often found himself short on time to spare for himself and this amazing phenomenon called 'sleep.' Even so, it was easy to absorb too much light. Usually, Minho was careful about this (he didn't want to go supernova on anyone, after all), but the week had been exhausting, and Minho had stayed in a meditative state an hour more than he had intended. He needed to get rid of the energy, and he needed to do it now. The best way, the adult concluded, was to go to the Danger Room. 

Quietly, the teacher made his way from his room and outside. As soon as Minho stepped outside, he allowed his body to light up like a human glow stick to better light up his surroundings. The campus grounds were quiet, a musky scent of trees and nature hanging about the air. In the distance, an owl hooted, its lonely yet resonant call bouncing through the open space. The moonlight from above cast shadows that stretched across the grounds, which all immediately receded into whatever object that they were cast by to hide from Minho's glow. 

Quickly, Minho arrived at the Danger Room and swiftly let himself in. There seemed to be no one else there. Awesome. That meant he could just run the simulation as planned. It'd be different from the last one he ran with Storm; repeats were cool, but not every time. As Minho began to set the simulation up though, he heard someone enter. 

Well. There went my plans of a lonely evening. 

Minho sighed as he turned to face the person who had just entered, and was about to say something incredibly staff-like when he saw who it was. "Oh- good evening, Nero," the mutant greeted the student, nodding his head in acknowledgement. "Up so late again?"

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[3sh8e3eeonk-blog]

[fcxminho]

I currently have 3 open plots:

The One: The girl Minho’s been crushing on since his early days at Xavier’s.

The Rival: Self-Explanatory [they met at college]

Closest Friend: Minho’s dearest friend whom he has known since his first week at Xavier’s.

If you guys are interested in any of these plots, drop me a message and let’s plot :)

[fcxminho]

leaving this up here before I go to sleep~ if anyone wants to plot with me either from the three options listed above or through brainstorming, hit me up :) goodnight~

[jokoalien]

009/020—Lee Min Ho «©»

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diēs caniculārēs // dog days

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      Maybe I should have consulted the map, Hayi pondered, as the sun continued its journey down the horizon. The Romans believed that the dog days, or diēs caniculārēs, were very unlucky, and they symbolize the time of rabid dogs and boiling oceans. Hayi wasn’t a woman of superstition—she believed that there was a logical explanation for everything that has happened (or will happen); a logical series of events that leads to that certain outcome.

      Hayi’s concern for now was the intensifying heat, and the absorbent material of her clothes. (Her top was about halfway soaked—disgusting.) Her kitten was quick on her feet when Hayi decided to stand up, straightening her skirt with a few swipes of her hands. The flimsy map was on her hands, and as she read it, a dull gust of wind swept against her, almost sending the paper adrift. 

      She read the map, seeing that the room she entered earlier was a part of the school’s rather large laboratory. She decided to go back to the room—perhaps there was someone of impprtance there—someone who’ll be able to help her. 

      Touring the school alone sucks, really. Maybe there was a teacher inside the room, merely unnoticed, as he or she creates something worthy to present to the next class meeting.

      Using a single hand to push open the door, she quickly slips inside, backpack almost getting caught in the door’s shut opening. Her eyes were still alight with curiosity. Science had always been her passion, after all. 

      Her voice was a deep yet melodic one, reverbrating across the room as she says a simple “hello?”.

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By instinct, Minho looked up from the tweet that he was reading from George Takei (he was a really cool guy, for an old man) to see a teenage girl standing by the doors of the science wing of Xavier's, wearing a confused yet alighted expression on her face. Quickly, the older mutant yanked his earphones off and locked his phone, swinging the earphones over his neck so that they hung freely. 

"Hello," Minho said in his own tenor. "May I help you?" He came to stand before the girl, assessing the way she held herself. "She was obviously a new student, if the map was anything to go by, and by the way that her eyes were lit up, she had at least a mild interest for the sciences. Good. Minho loved it when he found other individuals who were passionate or at least mildly interested in his subject field; it made for better conversation and Minho wouldn't have to try to pretend to be interested in said conversation (not that the two were always mutually exclusive, of course). 

Wherever the resulting conversation would go though, Minho knew that his primary concern was to help the girl out. Was she looking for something or some place? Or was she genuinely just... lost? He wouldn't blame her if she were; Xavier's was a very big school, after all. It was therefore easy to get lost in it, especially alone and if one were new to it...

[fcxminho]

Teacher and Student ⩓ { Minho & Mina }

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"Oh, okay." Mina acquiesced, nibbling on her lip with a rather doubtful expression on her face. Not that she wanted to nay say whatever her teacher was saying, but paying attention hadn’t done her much good so far—if she looked bitter in any way, she was, but mostly over her own lack of ability in this area. All the same, she trained all her focus on the slowly shaping genetic tree, nodding absent-mindedly as she listened to his explanation. So far, so good. She was actually rather glad that he was taking the time to go through a bit of the basics first before moving on—it made her feel more secure in her knowledge.

"Um, mostly how does mutation actually come about? The whole…thing about that. I mean, I know it’s random and all, but the actual process sounds complicated." She made a vague gesture with her hands, brows furrowing. "Does a certain gene have to be mutated to become a mutant, or is that random as well?" She blinked, feeling like her questions were confusing the matter even further, and shot Minho a helpless grin. "Does any of that actually make any sense?"

Once again, she couldn’t help bemoaning the fact that this was even a necessary subject. So they were mutants—that was all well and good, but who was really going to use the knowledge about all this genetic nonsense anyway? It didn’t exactly come into play unless you were intending to become a scientist or the like. Slowly, phrasing it in the nicest way possible, she asked carefully, “How will this help us? Understanding all the stuff behind mutation, I mean.”

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Minho couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Mina's expression. Truth be told, the teacher found himself sympathizing with his student. If he hadn't gone through what he had experienced as a teenager, then perhaps he would've had the same mentality as she did when it came to academics. In fact, a lot could've happened if he didn't become depressed... 

Food for thought later. For now, he had to focus on getting Mina to understand the course material. "Yes and no to your third last question, yes, to your second, and I'll get to the last question later," Minho started. He was used to people asking such question as to why biology was important in understanding the world, but he was no less irritated whenever the question was posed. Where would the human race be now if Mendel hadn't gotten curious and scientifically studied cross-breeding of pea plants?

Minho waved his hand upwards, making the DNA rise as the trunk of the tree elongated somewhat. "To answer your first one though, let's start by looking at one way of mutation: new mutation." By command, one of the DNA seemed to draw closer to them as the other shrunk in size. "New mutation occurs only in an egg or sperm cell, as something goes wrong in the division and synthesis of a new DNA strand." Here, the DNA structure separated so that the two strands that made it up were hovering side-by-side. "Sometimes, genes are deleted or moved to the wrong place on a chromosome. As a result, genes may be swapped and-or without a corresponding base. First, let me explain the different mutations..."

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Lee Minho for L’Officiel Hommes May 2014 issue

[fcxminho]

trauma!

trauma: our characters going through a traumatic experience.

{Note: This is going to be a totally AU thing where the mansion was blown up by warfare between mutants and humans~}

"Everyone take cover!" 

Screams, sirens, and wails merged into a single soundtrack as Minho ran across the school grounds, a herd of students following him as he kept a forcefield of light going above their heads. Several hard chunks of rock ricocheted off of the forcefield, jarring the mutant’s bones as he felt the shock of each impact. 

The Brotherhood. The Brotherhood was attacking. Minho had to admit that he didn’t see that one coming. 

The best surprises are the ones that you don’t, well, see coming.

Now only several meters away from their destination, Minho heard a loud cry pierce the air. With a jolt of realization, he recognized Mina’s voice. WIth a renewed sense of urgency, Minho dashed up to the entrance to the Danger Room and quickly authorized his entry. “In! Go!” As soon as the last student of the group disappeared inside, Minho closed the doors again and went to look for his student. 

"Mina! Where are you?" Eyes frantically scanning his surroundings, Minho barely reacted in time as a firebomb exploded several meters away from him, using the light to safely teleport himself to a safer distance away from the explosion. Overhead, he thought he could hear a sinister laugh.

As the laughter subsided, a weak cry reached Minho’s ears. Thinking quickly, Minho absorbed the light rolling off of the fire, and used it to make a large shield above his head. Meanwhile, he started forwards, eyes picking up a slight discoloration in what appeared to be a pile of rocks. 

Another explosion crashed into his shield, making Minho grit his teeth. Later. He would fight whoever was up there later. Right now, his first priority was getting to Mina and carrying her inside.

Finally, after a slew of missiles that tore parts of his shield apart, Minho reached the pile of rocks. He barely kept in a cry of dismay as he saw Mina trapped underneath the rubble up to her waste. 

"I-I can’t feel my legs, sun-seng nim,” Mina whispered. 

Minho was already working on moving the rubble away with both his light and his hands, momentarily dropping the shield. He had to be careful; one false move could further injure Mina. “I’m almost done, Mina, hold on,” he said determinedly. Finally, he caught a glimpse of Mina’s tattered jeans.

"I-is my back broken?" 

"Please be quiet and let me focus, Mina," Minho murmured. This really was not something that he wanted to think about right now.

Thankfully, she stayed silent.

After a while, Minho was finally able to clear all the rubble off of her. Gently, Minho took one of her arms and slung it over his shoulders. “This might hurt a little,” he cautioned. Trying to be as careful as he could, the teacher picked up his student and held her close to him. He quickly absorbed what light he could from the fires that were still blazing on the school grounds, and, with one fast spurt of energy, teleported them to the door of the Danger Room. Quickly, Minho got the door to open and a second later, loud bangs and the blaring heat became but mere memories. 

Minho looked back down at the girl in his arms. Mina’s head had lolled back, and with a flare of panic, Minho thought that she was dead. After a quick affirmation that she had a heartbeat, however, he felt himself calm down. 

We’ll get through this, Mina. We’ll get through this.

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After Hours ⦻ { Minho & Woo Bin }

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      How do people just know who I am? He wondered, and he realized that maybe it was gossip between the teachers, because he refused to follow teacher’s instructions or finish the teacher’s work. Despite his poor attitude his class, he excelled and answered fully when the teacher called out on him on a question. Yes, his ability to do so wasn’t because of his mutant power but because of his unremitting tenacity when he accomplished all of his father’s expectations.

      “Yes, I’m glad to have such an informed staff.” he retorted with a slight tint of sarcasm before continuing “Well, it seems like I’m not violating any rules since you can be my supervisor.” he shrugged while grinning. When the teacher put forth a sarcastic commentary about his level, Woo Bin shook his head back and forth while walking towards the staff. Stopping right before him, he noticed that they were nearly the same height except Woo Bin had slightly broader shoulders and replied “Neither did I, and what were you about to do anyways?”

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Minho sighed. If anyone asked, he tried. And besides, it was better to keep an eye on a troublemaking student rather than to let him out of his sight no matter the situation, even if it meant bending the school rules a little. "I was about to run a simulation," he said in a deadpan. "You may watch, if you'd like." The older mutant shrugged and nodded towards the spectator stands.

Despite that he hadn't really done anything in front of anyone for a while, Minho wasn't concerned about whether or not he succeeded in the simulation. He almost always beat it, and tonight, he was planning on doing one of the simulations he was more familiar with. The light he had absorbed earlier in his room was starting to roll off of him now, making his skin glow with impatient pulses. Absentmindedly, Minho played with the light coming off of his fingertips, twirling it in the air. 

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diēs caniculārēs // dog days

   Despite the afternoon shadow and the hot temperature, the school was still doused in a lively chatter. It seemed as if Hayi was the only one who didn’t know what the actual hell was happening. (Hey, she didn’t wanna use her abilities for something as petty as this.)    She was trying to look for the reception room — the map was unnoticed in her backpack’s front pocket. After all, she wanted to explore the school while doing so; it’s just that the heat was getting in the way.    ”The sun is trying to fry me,” Hayi decided as she takes another swig of her newly-acquired Pepsi. Her suitcase was already in her room, and her kitten, Kei, was simply walking by her side. It didn’t stray away much, as it only goes away when Mother Nature calls her. (When she has to poop. Or pee. The cat’s a girl.)    The canned drink was running low, and Hayi found herself going inside a random room inside the campus — it wasn’t the reception room, no, but there were many fascinating things inside. Bottles with substances of all sorts inside were found in the room, and she could only figure that it was where the school’s chemicals were stored. Hayi didn’t dare touch anything, though, as trouble is to be avoided at the first day of school.    She walks out of the room slowly, sitting comfortably on a nearby indoor bench, with the kitten beside her, giving an occasional purr.     She’d just wait for a student (or a staff member) and ask for help. It was too hot to walk around anyway.

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Usually, Minho had to work on all days of the week for his residency, since he was splitting time between it and his teaching vocation at Xavier's. However, due to the fact that some university students were now volunteering at the hospital that he was working at, Minho found himself with a day off. To celebrate his day off, the mutant had gone to the Danger Room to spar with a few people before taking a shower and going off to the labs to see if he could concoct a new lesson plan for his class. Innovation was important in keeping his own mind fresh; besides, if it helped to keep the interest of his students, all the more reason to try to work something new out.

After several hours playing around with a strand of rabbit DNA and eventually coding bioluminescence into it, Minho finally decided that it was time to take a break. Earphones still in, he cleaned up his lab space and strode outside, phone in hand. There was another e-mail from his father that he would have to reply to as soon as possible, a notice from HKU telling him of an alumni event, and a few notifications from Twitter. Seemed like people actually thought that what he had to say about things was interesting, particularly those in the biological realm of science.

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Teacher and Student ⩓ { Minho & Mina }

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She nodded morosely at his metaphor, unable to keep herself from thinking grumpily, It’s like a tree alright. A tree that’s about a hundred metres tall so I’ll never actually get to the top and understand everything. Minho’s sigh made her lower her eyes, pressing her lips together guiltily—he was only doing his best to teach, and she could only wish that she could process the information as quickly as he taught it. “I actually liked biology back in high school,” she mumbled. “That’s why I took this class.” Somehow she felt like it was necessary to make him understand that she had initially taken the class out of interest, and not for credits or something like that. Too bad it was a little late for regrets at the moment.

But her interest swiftly returned as the room began to darken, her eyes automatically focusing on the single source of light left in the room. It wasn’t often that the teachers ever used their abilities in class, and it made a fascinating change from the usual lessons. Looking over at Minho when he voiced his question, she hesitated for a moment, narrowing her eyes in thought as she watched the light begin to mold itself into something other than a sphere. “Well, mostly…how exactly the genes are altered,” she said slowly, “and everything after that. I understand what it’s made up of, but I kind of get lost once the whole mutation explanation begins.”

Realising that the light had clearly taken the shape of tree roots, Mina looked up at Minho in sudden haste. “Should I go and get my notebook?” she asked, worry flitting across her face. “You’re going to explain with this diagram, right? So I can draw the tree out and study it better next time.” She would have opted to take a picture of it, but she doubted it would be easy to take a good picture of light.

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Hm... if she liked biology, then this class ought not to be too much of a struggle for her. Maybe it was just the schematics of it all. Very well. A visual representation may very well help indeed. "Okay, then," Minho said, nodding as he slowly generated the rest of the roots and the base of the trunk. At the question of whether or not she should get her homework, the teacher couldn't suppress a small, amused smile. "No need to," he said. "Just pay attention, and you should get this." Typical Eastern student mentality. Not that it was bad or anything; it just reminded Minho on how different western students, especially American ones, differed from eastern ones on occasion; the former were overly concerned with taking the perfect notes nearly all of the time, the latter, less so.

Idly, Minho raised a hand, palms and fingers facing the ceiling. "So at the trunk, we have our basic understanding of DNA and how it reproduces itself through a rather intricate process." At the words DNA, Minho outstretched his fingers upwards, and from the middle of the tree trunk emerged a hologram of a double helix. "First, the helix unwinds with the help of some enzymes, making each strand a 'template' for future strands of DNA." Meanwhile, the double helix was going through the process as he narrated it. "Then, new nucleotides join each template and are attached by the enzyme DNA polymerase. Thus, two new identical double helices are formed."

By the time Minho was done speaking, two double helixes had formed. "Now. This is when I start explaining the whole mutation process. Any questions or anything that you want me to address in particular during my explanation?" 

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Teacher and Student ⩓ { Minho & Mina }

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Resisting the temptation to connect her forehead to the desk, Mina nodded in response and looked back down at the report she was supposed to be writing. I knew he was going to say that, she moaned internally to herself. What she was most surprised about was that she hadn’t yet been asked to drop the class—an indignity she couldn’t even bear to think about—given how she had been barely scraping by in the past few months.

When the five minutes were over, during which she had written an additional one or two rather irrelevant sentences, she slowly packed her things while waiting for the classroom to empty. Walking up to Minho with her paper in hand, she laid it down on his desk, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. Pointing at the instructions at the top of the page, she stared at him for a second before overcoming her hesitation and saying, “I don’t really understand how this works…I mean, I understand everything in the first few chapters at first, but once all the facts start to pile up and get confusing, I can’t function without referring to my textbook.”

She grimaced, not understanding at all how her friends could simply absorb and understand everything seemingly effortlessly. So far she had been getting by on rote memorization, but that meant she couldn’t apply anything she’d learnt when it came to lab reports like this. “I just…need to practice more, I guess,” she mumbled.

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Finally, time was up. "Okay, everyone. Time is up. Remember to do the chapter reading in the textbook." There would be a quiz next class on the chapter material, but Minho didn't feel the need to tell them about that. If they were prepared for it, they'd do fine. If not, then, well, it was their own damn fault they didn't do the homework now, was it? Minho tried not to dwell on how evil he was as the students quickly fled the classroom. In the distance, he thought that he heard a shriek followed by a bout of laughter. 

Suddenly, a paper was set on the desk in front of him. Readjusting his glasses, Minho looked up into the eyes of a sullen-faced Mina. Minho felt a warm trickle of sympathy slowly worm its way into his heart. "It's not about strict memorization," the teacher started after a long while of silence. "It's also about understanding the concept and how it relates to other concepts. It's like... a tree. A vast network of ideas, knowledge, and facts that stem from one place and branch into others. If this class were more about chemistry than biology, then more practice would be a more likely solution to your problems." Heaving out a slight sigh, Minho stood, and circled the table to stand a respectable distance away from his student. "Watch," he commanded, motioning towards the space in front of him. 

After briefly wondering how he was going to show this to Mina, Minho nodded once, then focused. Instantly, the room darkened until the only source of light was a huge orb of light that hovered in the middle of the room, pulsing and glowing with a kind of cheeriness that Minho wished he could feel now. 

Shoving the thought aside, Minho instead set his mind on the task at hand. "What exactly do you not understand about the class, Mina?" He looked across at her, patiently waiting for her answer as he willed the light in front of him to take the form of the roots of a tree. If she said everything, then, well... he could work with that.  

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Teacher and Student ⩓ { Minho & Mina }

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Mina’s eyes closed and a muffled groan of despair left her lips when she heard that five minutes was all the time she had left. She wasn’t even sure what she was supposed to be writing a report about, and she was less than ready to hand anything in at all. Slowly, reluctance in her every move, she raised her hand into the air, keeping her head down in utter embarrassment. She did well enough on the other subjects, but for some reason, she simply couldn’t wrap her head around anything to do with the science of mutation.

"Me," she sighed, finally looking up towards the front of the room with unhappiness written all over her face. At this rate, she wouldn’t be surprised if she started getting called back for additional lessons, and as easy on the eyes as the teacher was, the very subject he taught had pretty much cooled any feelings of admiration she might have developed over time. "I can complete it by tomorrow…" She pasted a weak smile on her face, thinking that she’d at least be able to find someone to help her out after class.

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As soon as he had announced that five minutes were left, an intense cacophony of scratching noises filled the air. Now you all rush. Somehow, Minho wasn't surprised when a familiar pale hand rose into the air and as the owner of the hand did not bother to raise her eyes towards the head of the room. When she finally looked up, Minho was chagrined to see how miserable she looked. 

"It's okay, Mina," Minho said in a cool voice. It wouldn't do to show emotion and let people think that he was showing favoritism or anything of that sort. Not that it ever was, of course. Favoritism was not becoming of a teacher, in Minho's opinion. "Come see me after class and we'll see what we can do." That smile is not fooling anyone, Mina.

Whenever the mutant set deadlines, he expected people to follow them. If they wasted time in and out of class working on other things and received a failing mark for the assignment that they wasted time for, it was their issue, not his. However, Minho could genuinely see that Mina wasn't a slacker; if anything, she was your average and diligent young student who just happened to be helpless in his class, which in turn begged the question of what she had been thinking when she had signed up for the class in the first place. With an inner sigh, Minho set to watching the clock again, counting down the minutes. 

[fcxminho]

After Hours ⦻ { Minho & Woo Bin }

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     Storm has never walked into this part of the school and decided to venture a bit further out of the school scope. As he walked along, he found the path to be merely lit by gently street lanterns. He noticed that there was a door the led to a place called the “Danger Room” He has never entered this room in the past and since no one’s around, he thought, why not? He opened one of the double doors and the bright lights that contrasted against the dark streets nearly blinded him. As he squinted and his eyes adapted to the intensity of the light, a tall figure was across the room and seemingly ready to do something but then the person’s posture faltered when he saw Storm walk in the room.

     The tall figure turned to face him and when he asked whether he needed any help, Storm replied “No, and sorry if I’m bothering, I’m just exploring the school. Are you a student here?”

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A student. Great. Now he had to play the responsible part of a staff member and sent the student back to bed. "No, but I'm guessing you are," Minho said serenely. "The Danger Room is off limits to students without supervision." What level was this guy, anyways? He looked quite young, so maybe he was just a beginner. Frowning slightly, Minho commanded the little light in the room to brighten up enough for him to see the student's face. When he recognized who he was, the older mutant gave a small nod of acknowledgement. "Woo Bin," he greeted the younger mutant. Minho had seen him around the campus at times, and had picked up his name when the faculty were describing- or well, gossiping- about the various troublemakers that they had in their classes. "I was not aware that you were in the advancement program."