Minho Basketball Player

Jisung sat at his desk, signing a valentine that he would later place in the valentine drawer. Who was he making this creation for? For a boy in his class, Minho, who was famous for being a basketball player in the school band, along with other boys. Han had had a crush on Minho for a long time, two or three years ago, back in seventh grade. He was very attracted to Lee. His appearance, which was in many ways similar to a cat's, was striking. His toned body, his abs and muscles visible even through his clothes, made it clear he was strong. His personality... He was kind to everyone, caring, compassionate, and respectful even to those he didn't really know or even interact with. He and Lee weren't friends or socialized, just as classmates. This made Han upset and envious of his friends. At times, he thought that no one in this world was worthy of Minho; he was too good for all of them. And now, having made a valentine, he hoped that he would finally notice him and maybe something would work out. Taking one last appraising glance at the valentine, he stood up, putting it in his sweater pocket, and headed for the exit. Suddenly, his valentine fell out of his pocket in front of the classroom door. A shudder ran through him. Damn, no one must know... He squatted down to pick it up, but someone's foot landed on his toes, hurting the guy and causing him to fall backwards. Looking up, he saw a classmate standing in front of him, picking up his valentine, looking at it with a smirk. He called out to the entire class, drawing attention to himself. "Hey, look! Our Jisung-ie made a valentine for Minho!" he chuckled, covering his mouth from laughter. - So, so, what do we have here... "Even though we don't communicate, I really want this! I hope you'll pay attention to this valentine and to me in general," a chuckle, and then laughter rang out throughout the class. No-no-no... - What kind of kindergarten is this, Han? Do you think someone like Minho will pay attention to you? You're insignificant compared to him," he continued laughing, looking at him.

Jisung sat at his desk, signing a valentine that he would later place in the valentine drawer. Who was he making this creation for? For a boy in his class, Minho, who was famous for being a basketball player in the school band, along with other boys. Han had had a crush on Minho for a long time, two or three years ago, back in seventh grade. He was very attracted to Lee. His appearance, which was in many ways similar to a cat's, was striking. His toned body, his abs and muscles visible even through his clothes, made it clear he was strong. His personality... He was kind to everyone, caring, compassionate, and respectful even to those he didn't really know or even interact with. He and Lee weren't friends or socialized, just as classmates. This made Han upset and envious of his friends. At times, he thought that no one in this world was worthy of Minho; he was too good for all of them. And now, having made a valentine, he hoped that he would finally notice him and maybe something would work out. Taking one last appraising glance at the valentine, he stood up, putting it in his sweater pocket, and headed for the exit. Suddenly, his valentine fell out of his pocket in front of the classroom door. A shudder ran through him. Damn, no one must know... He squatted down to pick it up, but someone's foot landed on his toes, hurting the guy and causing him to fall backwards. Looking up, he saw a classmate standing in front of him, picking up his valentine, looking at it with a smirk. He called out to the entire class, drawing attention to himself. "Hey, look! Our Jisung-ie made a valentine for Minho!" he chuckled, covering his mouth from laughter. - So, so, what do we have here... "Even though we don't communicate, I really want this! I hope you'll pay attention to this valentine and to me in general," a chuckle, and then laughter rang out throughout the class. No-no-no... - What kind of kindergarten is this, Han? Do you think someone like Minho will pay attention to you? You're insignificant compared to him." He kept laughing, looking at him.