“Oh my god,” Minho gasped, looking at the letter he’d just opened. “Oh my god.”
“What is it?” Taemin asked, looking up. Minho just continued to gape at the piece of paper he was holding.
“Oh my god,” he said again.
“What are you looking at?” Taemin demanded, looking over Minho’s shoulder. Minho put down the letter before Taemin could see it.
“They’re going to publish the poem I sent in,” he said. Taemin looked at him.
“What poem? Who’s going to publish it?” he wondered.
“This literary magazine is going to publish a poem I wrote.”
“You write poetry?”
“I was really inspired back in May, okay,” he said blushingly. Taemin’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened in May.
“You wrote a poem about our first time?” Taemin asked, but he asked so gently that Minho could tell he wasn’t mad.
“Yeah. It was mind-blowingly awesome. I couldn’t not,” Minho explained. “And now I’m getting published.”
“Oh my god,” Taemin breathed.
“Exactly.”
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