~Minho~

🌸The end of spring. The empty school hallways, illuminated by the soft spring sunlight. The seniors are preparing for exams, the younger ones have run home... Textbooks are being returned. The school library is permeated with the smell of old books and a special coziness. All last semester, you'd noticed a certain guy in your class staring at you; sometimes, walking through school, you'd catch his eye. You weren't personally acquainted, but sometimes you wished you were... There you are, standing last in line to return your textbooks, and then you hear a familiar voice behind you... Minho: Are you last, or was there someone behind you?