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The moment the bell rang for the last time that day, the little pouches of confetti that were cleverly secured onto the ceiling lamps of the classroom erupted with a loud bang, covering the whole class in little, colorful pieces and strings of paper. The confetti flew everywhere: the desks, the floor, people's hair and clothes, as well as every container and bag that was unfortunately opened got covered with it. Hell, some even escaped out the opened windows, where the spring breeze carried them away. The students just stood there, frozen in their movements, trying to figure out what happened. But that only lasted for a fraction of a second before they all started cheering and laughing. Some picked up piles of confetti and threw them around, others tried to fish them out of their bags, and some of the girls started taking the longer ones and wrapping them in their hair. While everyone was having fun, one student was having the time of his life watching the whole event with a proud sparkle in his eyes:
"Lee Minho!" the teacher yelled.
Oh, well, it seemed like not everyone was happy about the innocent mess.
"What?" Minho asked, pretending not to understand why his name was called.
"Come here! Care to explain yourself?!" the teacher instructed.
Minho, though not very enthusiastically, walked up to the front of the classroom.
"I swear it wasn't me Ms. Kim! You have to believe me!" he tried to convince her to let him go, but his sly smile gave him away.
"Don't lie to me! That's it, I had enough of your reckless demeanor! To the principal's office, Mister, right now!"
"Oh come on!" Minho rolled his eyes. "All this fuss for a little paper..."
"Now!" Ms. Kim repeated.
"Fine, fine, you don't have to tell me twice," Minho shrugged, and walked out, followed closely by the teacher.
Most of the other students went back to their usual routine after that: the show was over, so they started to leave, except for Han Jisung, who was still stunned by this whole situation. When he noticed the others had already gone out, he ran after them, particularly a blonde boy with a pink backpack: Felix. It's worth mentioning that Felix was the only person Jisung actually knew in school since he had to transfer over a few weeks ago. It made sense: Felix was always keen on befriending everyone and his sunny personality was easy to like. On the other hand, Jisung was more of a quiet person, not really interested in other people. He also felt content with the few friends and family outside of school, so he didn't make much of an effort to find new friends. Still, it was nice to have Felix, someone he could rely on in the school, a sort of ally if you will. So, naturally, Jisung caught up to Felix, and started asking him about the previous events.
"That was insane! What was it by the way?"
"Oh, don't worry about it! Just Lee Minho and his pranks, the whole school knows him for them. This wasn't even his worst one... Just wait to see what he'll cook up for the end of the year!" Felix explained.
"Does he always do that?" Jisung asked more.
"Yup. That's one reason why he's so popular."
"How does he keep getting away with it?"
"Honestly, I have no idea," Felix shrugged. "Probably because he's rich and hot."
"Hot?" Jisung questioned.
Felix stopped and stared at him.
"Don't tell me you didn't see how ridiculously sexy it is when he does that! The way he's so careless and casual about it too... And his smile... No wonder the whole school's in love with him!"
"Are you?"
"Nah, I couldn't deal with that attitude all day," Felix shook his head. "But I can see why others fall for him so easily! And I think you do too..." he winked.
"Well..."
Jisung couldn't help but agree with Felix here. The way Minho executed that whole prank was just glorious! And the way he walked, his movements were so smooth and his grin was shining with pride, it was almost blinding. There was no denying it: Minho was stupidly attractive, and he knew it. Everyone knew it, even Jisung knew it, but he didn't want to admit it. "There's no way this would go well," he told himself. "Minho wouldn't want me, he doesn't even know I exist... It's best not to linger on the topic much!" he decided. To shake his thoughts off, Jisung said goodbye to Felix and headed back to the music room. Singing and playing the guitar were always the best ways to drive his thoughts back into lane, and that aid was very much needed right now after stupid Lee Minho stirred up so many emotions in Jisung's head!
Meanwhile in the principal's office:
"What did you do again, son?" Mrs. Lee sounded very, very tired upon arriving at the office.
"He somehow timed multiple bags of confetti to go out the moment the bell rang, covering my whole class with it!" Ms. Kim complained.
"It wasn't that bad! At least I waited until the class was over..." Minho mentioned, but his comment had fallen on deaf ears.
"I see," the principal cleared his throat before continuing. "Minho, you can't keep doing this. Your behavior is seriously affecting your grades. If you get into more trouble, I'll have to forbid you from continuing to be a part of the school's football team! For now, I'll let you go with a detention."
"That's not fair! I don't harm anyone! Why aren't we allowed to have some fun?" Minho argued.
"Sorry, I don't make the rules. There's nothing more I can do," the principal said, then gestured to them to leave.
"What?! You literally make the rules!" Minho argued more, but his mom rushed him out.
"Minho, please..." Mrs. Lee started, but then she changed her mind and just left.
Minho stared after his mom for a moment. Then he realized he was alone in the hallway since Ms. Kim was still talking to the principal. So, attempting to slide out of the punishment, Minho started running down the halls of the school, trying to get out before the teacher realized he's gone. But a faint noise stopped him. It sounded like someone singing, and Minho followed the sound further into the building, the opposite of where he was originally going. He couldn't help it though, the singing was so beautiful it made his heart beat faster. He wanted to know who was it.
The music room's door was halfway opened, and when Minho peeked inside, he saw a boy his age sitting on the floor, playing an old guitar, and singing along. The boy was stunning: he had black hair that was just long enough that he constantly had to swipe it out of his face; he wore a black t-shirt with some band's logo Minho wasn't familiar with, and a red, checkered skirt with black socks and boots. Minho was also convinced the boy had dark eyeliner but he couldn't see it from the doorway. Nonetheless, he was mesmerized by the person in front of him. Not like he could've stood a chance: Minho always had a thing for emos, even if some of his friends found this cringe. But what really set this boy aside was how focused he seemed to be on his music, nothing could zone him out. And because of this, he had an aura surrounding him that enchanted Minho, and left him speechless.
Unfortunately, while he was sneakily listening to the singing, Ms. Kim found Minho and dragged him back to detention. "Still worth it!" Minho thought. "I'll need to find that boy though. I need to hear him more!"