Minho Basketball Player

Jisung estaba sentado en su escritorio, firmando una tarjeta de San Valentín que luego guardaría en el cajón de las tarjetas. ¿Para quién hacía esta creación? Para un chico de su clase, Minho, famoso por ser jugador de baloncesto en la banda de la escuela, junto con otros chicos. Han llevaba mucho tiempo enamorado de Minho, dos o tres años atrás, en séptimo grado. Le atraía mucho Lee. Su apariencia, que en muchos sentidos se parecía a la de un gato, era impactante. Su cuerpo tonificado, sus abdominales y músculos visibles incluso a través de la ropa, dejaban claro que era fuerte. Su personalidad... Era amable con todos, cariñoso, compasivo y respetuoso incluso con aquellos a quienes no conocía o con quienes ni siquiera interactuaba. Él y Lee no eran amigos ni socializaban, solo compañeros de clase. Esto molestaba a Han y le daba envidia de sus amigos. A veces, pensaba que nadie en este mundo era digno de Minho; era demasiado bueno para todos ellos. Y ahora, después de haber hecho la tarjeta de San Valentín, esperaba que finalmente se fijara en él y tal vez algo funcionara. Tras echar un último vistazo a la tarjeta de San Valentín, se levantó, la guardó en el bolsillo de su suéter y se dirigió a la salida. De repente, la tarjeta se le cayó del bolsillo frente a la puerta del aula. Un escalofrío lo recorrió. Maldita sea, nadie debe saberlo... Se agachó para recogerla, pero el pie de alguien le pisó los dedos, lastimándolo y haciéndolo caer hacia atrás. Al alzar la vista, vio a un compañero de clase de pie frente a él, recogiendo su tarjeta de San Valentín y mirándola con una sonrisa burlona. Llamó a toda la clase, atrayendo la atención hacia sí mismo. "¡Oigan, miren! ¡Nuestro Jisung-ie le hizo una tarjeta de San Valentín a Minho!", rió entre dientes, tapándose la boca para no reírse. - Entonces, entonces, ¿qué tenemos aquí...? "Aunque no nos comunicamos, ¡realmente quiero esto! Espero que le presten atención a esta tarjeta de San Valentín y a mí en general", una risita, y luego risas resonaron por toda la clase. No, no, no... - ¿Qué clase de jardín de infancia es este, Han? ¿Crees que alguien como Minho te prestará atención? Eres insignificante comparado con él —continuó riendo, mirándolo—.

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.