“I’ve been rejected…” Minho flatly said with a stoic face when he entered the locker room full of young men changing for practice. Jonghyun approached him and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

            “Ha! Of course you would be rejected by a teacher, a male teacher! I knew this all along!” Jjong was gloating as he laughed, basking in all the glory because he finally won against the Minho. That was just all in his head though; in reality the short blonde male just nodded his head slowly. “It’s okay, nobody can win at everything.”

Minho arched a brow and slowly spread his lips into a mischievous smile, “I’m not ‘nobody’ though, Jonghyun. I’m Minho. Besides, you never gave me a time limit, so I still have a chance.”

“Don’t you think… you’re taking this a bit too far? I mean, Mr. Lee is a teacher, there’s no way you can score a date with him. You’re not even homo.” Minho’s expression dropped into a cold look as he narrowed his eyes at his friend—Jonghyun couldn’t help but shiver under his sight.

“Weren’t you the one who started this? I’m only ending it.” The captain brushed past him and paused as he turned his head back, arrogantly whispering “this is just a game anyways, right?”

            Jonghyun swallowed hard before he answered; there really were times where Minho acted like a cold-hearted devil and he was afraid to see this guy’s true evilness. “Y-yeah, it is.”

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That following night…

Knock, knock.

“Minjung,” Minho opened his little sister’s room and entered. His sister was on her bed and she threw something under her blankets.

“Hey! You can’t just walk in,” Minjung’s face was flustered.

“Minjung, I know that you’re reading explicit manga, you don’t have to hide it.” He chuckled as he shut her door. His sister’s face was completely red and she immediately denies it. “I just needed to ask you something about it. I’m sure you’ve read something about forbidden love between a teacher and student, right? Let me borrow it.”

His younger sister gave him a worried expression, her brows furrowed and her lips slightly opened as she frowned. But she knows not to go against his wishes because she has been caught red-handed about reading love between males, who knows what he’ll do with that information so she gives in and looks under her bed. Minho flips through the pages, his expression seemed bored and his sister watches him closely, waiting for him to say something and she can’t help but feel nervous for some reason.

“Why is the student so forceful? Blackmailing a teacher like that…” Minho closes the manga and looks up to his sister, he was sitting on the ground with his back leaning against her bed, he takes different manga and begins to flip through its pages.

“I-I don’t know! It’s just fiction, oppa. It’s not like it’s real!” Minjung protested as she held a pillow close to her chest. “It’s just a fantasy… wait, why do you suddenly care anyways?!”

“Ah, I guess it is just fiction, it’s not like this would easily happen. Why would anyone fall for a harasser? Though, maybe using a little force would work?” The older male began to mumble to himself out loud in deep thought, totally ignoring his sister. Minho got up and began to leave the room but his sister tugged his shirt.

“Hey! You didn’t answer me!” She pouted.

“Minjung, I don’t ever pry into your business, so why are you trying to pry into my stuff?” Minho gave her a fake smile, his eyes clearly tell her to back off so she lets go and sighs. Why do I have such a scary brother?

The next morning, Minho was walking to class when he sees his friends by the lockers. “I picked this from my apple tree, doesn’t it look fresh?” Jonghyun excitedly said as he held a bright red apple in his palm. Suddenly, the apple disappears from his hand and Jjong turns around, angry. “HEY! Who took my—”

“Jong-Jong, you don’t mind if I give this to Mr. Lee, do you?” The devilish captain flashes a quick grin at the speechless boy then leaves just as quick as he appeared. Minho was waiting for everyone else to enter the classroom, he wanted to be the last one to come in, and he paced back and forth around the door feeling slightly nervous. He scratched the back of his head. How do I give him this? With a smile? He tried smiling kindly and the other students who were passing by were startled by his twisted smile.

“How scary!” “Shh, don’t look at him!” The girls whispered as they scurried away. Minho let out a deep sigh as he leaned back against the wall and run his fingers through his long, wavy hair. I never gave anyone anything before though…

“Minho, if you just stand there, I-I might have to mark you tardy…” A small, nervous voice said and Minho immediately looks up to see Mr. Lee standing before him. He was hiding half of his face with his teacher’s book. Minho just nods since he’s a man of a few words and follows Taemin into the classroom, hiding the apple behind him. The fellow students were chattering amongst each other, so Minho took the liberty to give his teacher the apple before the class would start. The tall male student tapped Taemin’s shoulder.

Mr. Lee turned around and was shocked to see an apple held in front of him. Minho had his chin held up high, his head turned sideways to avoid facing him but he looked at his teacher in the corner of his narrow eyes. Taemin has little sparkles in his eyes since he was a bit touched by this, no one has ever gave him an apple before, he pressed his lips tight into a straight line to suppress his happiness and just when he was about to take the apple… “Eeeek!”

The classroom grew silent and everyone’s attention was directed towards the front near the board. Taemin retreated back from the apple because a little worm has poked its little head out of the apple, when Minho realized how gross that was he smacked the apple straight into the ground. Everyone stared bewilderedly at him. “What are you guys looking at?” Minho spitted and everyone quickly diverts their attention, either down into their blank notebooks or facing each other to continue their conversations.

Minho turned to see his teacher who was shaking and wore a big frown upon his face as he clutched his teacher’s book tightly against his chest. Since Minho wasn’t sure about how to deal with this he was swiftly walked back to his seat and sat down, he shot a menacing glare towards Jonghyun who was sitting on the left of his shoulder. The short boy sunk back into his seat and slowly turned his head away, it wasn’t like it was his fault that a worm decided to crawl its way in and live in it. Although, Minho did wanted to apologize, he didn’t know how since he’s never said sorry to anyone before.

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            Did Mr. Lee leave school yet? I didn’t have a chance to talk to him… Minho’s mind was wandering off somewhere else during practice.

            “Minho!!” Someone yelled out but before the captain could respond, he was smacked straight in the face with the soccer ball and it knocked him off of his feet while he fell onto his bottom. He decided to use this as an excuse to see if Mr. Lee was still in his classroom so he said that he’d be going into the infirmary to get this checked out.

            Minho walked by the classroom but no one was there, he sighed and decided to go take a nap in the nurse’s office instead. “Nurse?” No response. He continued to walk in towards the white curtains where the beds were located. To his surprise, he found Mr. Lee lightly dozing off on the bed without his glasses on. The male student began to flush pink and his pulse was increasing. If he asks Mr. Lee out again, will he be rejected again?

            He didn’t feel like waking his teacher up since Mr. Lee looked so peaceful sleeping. Minho couldn’t help but think that Mr. Lee really is beautiful, a bit too beautiful to be a guy. His hand had the urge to his teacher’s soft looking cheek but he caught himself and stopped. Whoa, what am I doing? Then, Taemin blinks awake, he pops up and it startled Minho with his sudden action.

            “Minho?” Taemin tiled his head and searched for his glasses in the sheets and puts them on. “What are you doing here?” Minho was feeling embarrassed yet relieved that he didn’t get caught for almost touching his teacher.

            “Soccer…” He murmured in reply as he looked down at his soccer cleats. “And about the apple…”

            “You didn’t know there was a worm in there, right?” Mr. Lee finished his sentence, he smiled and Minho nodded in response. “I-it’s okay… B-but I was quite shocked, I don’t do well with bugs…” He shivers from thinking about them. After a long awkward of silence, Taemin said “you know, sometimes I wish I could be as cool as you, Minho.” The student quickly averted his eyes onto his teacher, a bit confused by what he meant.

            “I mean, I’m 22 years old and I make so many mistakes as a teacher...” Mr. Lee was fiddling with the white blankets, blushing from embarrassment since he wasn’t so sure what he was saying anymore. “So… So if I was as cool as you… M-maybe I wouldn’t be so…”

            Maybe using a little force would help… Minho suddenly pushes his teacher down onto the back, Taemin’s eyes widened with shock as he tried to evaluate the situation he was in. “Mr. Lee…” Minho whispers, his eyes staring down seriously at him. “I like you just the way you are though.”

            “M-Minho?” Taemin gulped, his heart started thumping as he blinked with a puzzled expression. “Wh-what are you doing?”

            “You didn’t take me seriously the other day, teacher.” Minho’s hands began to grip Taemin’s wrists when he tried to push him away and his face was just inches away from Taemin’s face. “I was being serious when I said to go on a date with me, is there any way to get you to believe me?”

            Taemin’s head began swirling, this has never happened to him before and he wasn’t sure what to do in this kind of situation…