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make amends;

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she wasn't sure how long the meeting had been going on, but time seemed to slow down the moment he entered the room. hyeseung was consumed by her thoughts entirely as she focused on the pen in her hands, almost completely tuning out the meeting as a whole. she caught enough to know it was about the spring formal, but she didn't catch any of the tiny details.

she would glance around the room occasionally, and tried her best to at least pretend like she knew what was happening. it was unlike her to get so distracted by one person, but he wasn't just any person. minho was her childhood best friend who suddenly cut ties with her not too long ago. it was the first time that she was even in the same room as him, and she tried her best to keep her wandering eyes from meeting his.

though she still stole glances upon him, unable to stop her thought process. she just wanted to know why. why did he suddenly stop talking to her and do everything in his power to avoid her? she felt as though she did something wrong, but when she thought about it that thought was proven to be invalid. she was over emotional and he knew that more than anyone — he could have at least given her a heads up.

but if no connection was what he wanted then that is what she would give him. he wouldn't try to talk to him or force anything onto him. besides, she wasn't sure what it was that she would even say to him. was she mad or was she angry about this whole situation?

she'd been so lost in these thoughts that she hadn't realized she was staring at him, nor did she know for how long. but once the realization hit her she brought her attention back to the pen that she absently rolled through her fingers, pursing her red lips in embarrassment and finally coming back to reality long enough to catch the end of the meeting.

#p; make amends #( minho )#minhoxyf #( i hope this is okay!! also you don't have to match length i didn't intend to write tht much but here we are lmao )

one cup of coffee

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the only way chorong can get through an 8AM class is with a nice, large cup of hot coffee first thing in the morning. she has her routine all planned out and squared. she gets up at 6:30, leaves her dorm at 7:30, takes a leisure stroll for coffee and she always gets to class at 8 o’clock sharp. but for the past few weeks, it hasn’t been happening. choi minho hasn’t been letting it happen.

every single time she reaches to grab her cup of coffee, with her name clearly on it, he snatches it away first. and she is forced to get in line to put in another order or wait for his to be made. but not today. today, she gets up 15 minutes earlier, ahead of schedule. they’ll surely miss each other, and she’ll be able to make it to his class on time for once. not that she has ever cared about being punctual, but she knows he has been teasing her and docking points off on purpose. it’s game time.

large black, one sugar!

as soon as she has her hand on the cup, there is another, larger and masculine, placed on top of the lid. she glances up and frowns. “not today, oppa,” she says low, through gritted teeth.

#para #scene #title: one cup of cofffee #minhoxyf

; the fallen and the bold.

he didn’t know how or why but the sheer emptiness of the room had awoken him after everyone had left. he was known to sleep through anything and hell, his mother had told him once she didn’t doubt he could sleep through wars. now it had been a joke then but nothing bothered him more than silence and he welcomed noise, even the shrilling screams of his fellow classmates or the obnoxious nasally voice of his fourth period class teacher. he ran his fingers through his hair, disgruntled sigh escaping his lips as he mustered the energy to stand from his desk and on cue his phone lit up. he had set a reminder about his free period class which his guidance counselor had neglected to inform him until this morning that she had signed him as a student aide for one of the teachers. truthfully, he thought someone was playing a sick joke on him by placing him with his biology instructor who he had only had brief one-sided interactions with.

he made his way out of the classroom, not bothering to close the door behind him. he held a book and notepad on one hand, while on the other hand he held his phone scrolling through the text messages he had missed. phone was on constant ‘do not disturb’ mode, his friends knowing to look for him if he neglected to reply within three days. he set his phone on top of his locker as he fiddled with the lock, placing his books inside and slamming shut the upper door as he clicked the lock close before grabbing his phone before he made his way towards the end of the hall. he was set to meet up with the biology instructor in the combined classroom and laboratory. to his surprise, it was empty and he was relieved he wouldn’t have to come with an excuse as to why he was late.

he stood behind the desk, fingers grazing against the board behind him as he smudged the instructor’s name, red ink setting upon his fingers. he moved to sit on the chair, finding nothing telling of who the biology instructor was as a person. he couldn’t say he was surprise since for the most part the older male seemed to be there for only the time needed and not a second more. he slowly spun around the chair, head leaning against it. this was a waste of time, he thought as he heard footsteps approaching the end of the hall.

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