❝hey, minghao! are you ok? you've not been in school recently.❞  

❝i'm fine.❞  

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❝minghao,❞ junhui called to this other chinese friend, who was too busy focusing on the school work to notice junhui's presence, which caused the other male to sigh, as he tried to woke out the answers. once he had finished, he proclaimed, ❝look! minghao! i was successful in something,❞   

since he yelled it, everyone was currently looking at wen junhui.

junhui, who didn't necessarily like attention, just quietly sat down.  ❝fuck,❞ he swore,

❝junhui,❞ the teacher called his name; and when the teacher calls your name like that, you know you're dead. ❝may i ask what that was about?❞   

❝w-well,❞ junhui started, stuttering because of his anxiety; tugging on his sweat sleeve nervously. ❝i-i did the work,❞   

❝yeah, so did everyone else,❞ a faint voice came from the back of the classroom,  ❝dumbass.❞

junhui, as he heard the remark, rolled his eyes,  ❝a-and so, i wanted to tell minghao.❞

❝but nobody really cares,❞ some randomer calls from the back of the class.

junhui knew this.   ❝i know.❞ he told the person,  ‒ ❝but still - i just wanted to tell minghao, because i feel like i haven't done anything decent in my life. and he usually makes a situation better.❞ ‒ which made the class become quiet, waiting to see if he would say anything else.

❝o-oh.❞  

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❝hi, minghao, i love you! but, i love wonwoo more, remember? hehe.❞  

❝yeah, i know, heh.❞