Minho spurted out the drink he was drinking. What? Key, I thought you knew better. He wiped his mouth and the spilled drink on the table with a tissue Taemin gave him.

“WHAT?”

“What?”

“What? I hate her! How many times have I said that?”

“What can I say? You guys are compatible.”

“We are opposites, Kibum.” Things are serious when you mention Key’s real name. And Minho is.

“Opposites attract, Minho.” Uh-oh.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Minho shook his head, grabbed his bag and walked off to his next class.

Is Key serious? Krystal Jung? Seriously? Even if I didn’t hate her, what about her can attract me? She’s so black. Minho thought as Krystal walked in the class. She took a seat, right beside… him. The what?

“Excuse me, girl. What are you doing here?”

“Do I look like I want to be here?”

“You look like you want to be in hell. Don’t you have to take care of your prisoners?”

“Ha-ha. Miss Song assigned me here. So shut up.”

“You shut up.”

“You asked me first.”

“Why are you answering?”

“Leave me alone, Choi Minho, seriously. Go bother some other girl who will actually like you back.”

Minho was speechless. Who is this chick? Ugh. I’ll get you back some other day. Now I have to focus on fuggin chemistry, my favourite. Minho rolled his eyes. He hated chemistry, he hated calculus. He hated all the subjects that Krystal was good at. All he wanted to do was to play sports all day long, which Krystal hated. Krystal despised sweating under the sun. She’d rather do experiments and solve mathematical problems. Total opposites? You can say that.

“Okay, project time!” Everyone groaned.

“Seriously Miss Song?” Minho grumbled.

“Don’t worry, it’s a partner project.” Oh, all the better. I so love Krystal Jung. Hooray. “Okay, do your research this weekend and the next lesson, I’ll give you all the details. Thank you, class.”

W-What? What? Minho had spaced out the entire lesson and was now regretting it. Crap, I don’t have any friends from this class. He sighed.

“Umm…” He cleared his throat.

“Ahem…” He did it again.

“Hello?”

“What do you want now, Choi Minho?” I can’t believe I have to ask help from this… alien.

“Well, I didn’t catch what Miss Song said so-“

“We have to research about some chemical reaction crap. Meet me tomorrow after school in the library. It’s partner work. Take it or leave it.”

“B-But I have soccer practi-“

“Guess what? I don’t care. I know you need my help so I better see you there tomorrow. Bye idiot.” Krystal strode out of the class.

THIS GIRL. The regional soccer tournaments are coming up. I guess I can miss one practice. Ish.

WHERE IS THAT GIRL. I THOUGHT SHE SAID SHE’D BE HERE? I’m missing an important practice for this. Why Lord, did you partner me up with this-

“Guess you really came.” Of course I came. What the heck? “Thought you’d just let me do everything on my own. Maybe you’re not so bad after all.”

“Hey, I got this important practice so let’s not waste time.”

“I take back my words. Still self-centered as ever.” Krystal said as she walked off to find books. This- ugh. Minho sighed as he followed suit.

They finally finished their research after three hours. Minho’s stomach decided to grumble at that time. He put down the book he was reading.

“Oh God, I’m so hungry. Hey, want to go out for dinner? I’m being kind since I’m in a good-“ Krystal’s sleeping figure stopped Minho from talking. So I was the one doing all the work? Psh.  He took a glance at the notes she wrote. Wow, she actually took down a lot. He flipped the pages and continue to marvel at all her writings for other subjects.

“Yah, what are you doing, Choi Minho?” Krystal snatched her note book back.

“Can you do that for me?” Minho replied as she rubbed her eyes.

“Hell no. Why should I do that for you?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I’m weak in Math and stuff  like that.”

“Some advice for you. Stop playing sports and study.” And Krystal left the place. I was being nice!

. I’m late. Freaking late.

“Hello? Myungsoo? I don’t think I can come over tonight. I just got back from the library. I’m tired… With stupid Minho of course… Mum’s going to be angry… Ok, bye.”

“Oh. Oh! Hey! Over here! What the heck?” Krystal waved as the bus left her.

“Guess it hates you too.”

“Are you following me?”

“Is it a crime to take the bus home too?”

“I thought you rich kids have a horse to take you home.”

“Funny, Jung. I’m not like those kids. I do have some independent qualities.”

“Hah, right.”

Awkward silence.

“So where do you live?” Minho tried to break the silence.

“Hell, remember?”

“Right, I forgot. Can I visit sometime?”

“Angels like you are forbidden.”

“I guess you’re right.” Minho smiled to himself. Krystal rolled her eyes. Conceited.

“Or maybe frogs aren’t allowed. Toodles.” Krystal said as she boarded the bus.

“Y-yah!”

Sorreh. Just some Minstal moments. They don't hate hate each other but you never know ;)

I don't want this story to go too fast or it'll be weird and stuff.

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Tell me what you think :)