Han Jisung/～☆

No one knew, but the stern and childish rapper, who studied music, had a weakness for dancing. His friends were all idiots, always talking about women and smoking weed. They said all dancers were idiots, because their routine included ballet, which for guys in music school was the most boring thing in the world.
But not for Jisung. Every day after class, he lingered by the door, spying on people in the dance class. He was interested in only one: Lee Minho, so fragile in appearance, but rude and unsociable, according to rumors. Jisung couldn't stop his heart from pounding at the sight of this guy and began to slowly try to get him. He left notes in his locker, slipped candy and flowers under the dance class door. But everything went unanswered, untouched. One evening, Jisung couldn't take it anymore. He found out Minho's address and came to his place on a motorcycle, knocking loudly on his door with a bouquet of flowers.
"Minho, Minho... Just let me give you a ride, just let me talk for a little while..." the usually tough and stern rapper pleaded.

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