I've never actually been to the gym before. Nor have I ever tried working out. So the school gym was foreign to me, just like the rest of South Korea. I ran through so many classrooms and so many hallways. Just to find out the Gym wasnt inside the school premises. Jonghyun was right, it was easier to get the tape rather than find Minho. I ran outside of the main building and looked around, searching for this gym.

After several laps through the school, I found the gyms opening near the back of the school. Knowing that I shouldn't barge into doors, I peeked through the window. There Minho played. He wiped the sweat of his forehead and brushed the hair out his face. In his royal blue and light grey uniform, he played a rowdy game of basketball. I can never play sports however I'm a really good dancer. I could play sports if I tried, but no. I continued looking through the window. He dribbled the ball left and right, he shoots, he makes the basket. He fakes right and dunks it right in like McDonalds Chicken McNuggets in Sweet and Sour sauce. He makes the next 6 baskets before his coach tells him to take a rest. I thought by then I should go to him but, the doors were locked.

"Hey, Murican, looking for your boyfriend?"

"You don't even deserve Minho, he's too good for you."

I turned around looking at  two girls, who were both wearing the same uniform, chewing gum at the same time, loud and obnoxiously. I turned back and watched the others play.

"Excuse me, hey. I'm Tawking tew ya."

"Rude and arrogant. Hey Murican, go back home."

"Will you guys shut up? I'm thinking. And by the way, My name is Taemin, not Murican and its A-mer-i-can. Besides, I can't think when you guys are chewing loudly." The two gawky looking girls rolled their eyes and opened the door. They sat down next to Minho on the bleachers and what seems like whined to him. Minho got up in surprise and looked around. I hid behind the door. Ok plan B plan B. I don't want to talk to Minho.

The inner demon in me has spoken. I have to go inside, whether I wanted to or not. We have to solve this now, so I can go on with my life avoiding people. I went straight into the gym when Minho got on court. He had the ball in his hand he was about to shoot however, he got sidetracked and was recklessly pushed to the floor by his other team mate, his name was Onew.

"Minho, you alright? Dude, sorry. You gotta keep your eyes glued to the ball and the goal."

"Ah, I'm fine captain.. Just.. I'll come back to court in a minute, it's someone I have to talk to. I ran to Minho and slid on my knees next to him.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt? Any blood, bruises or discoloration?"

"No. "

"Then we are good. On to important matters, we need to talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Follow me."

"I can't leave in the middle of practice. We have a  game on Tuesday and practice is cruical. We can't talk about this afterwards."

"This has to end now. But, uh.. how long do you have until your finished?"

Minho checked his watch. It was a Rolex, he squint his eyes a little and studied the watch. Wasnt sure if he needed glasses, couldnt tell time or trying to calculate the time from how much time he had left.

"2 minutes. I guess I can leave with you now. But, I still need to change back into regular clothes, if you don't mind."

"Sure, I guess so." I helped him up. He dust himself off and took my hand. He probably knew I've never been into a gym before. He walked us to the changing room. A lot of his adoring fans were screaming out his names and shouting ridiculous requests.

Minhoo, I love yooou.

Minhooo, marry mee?

Minho, youre so handsome. It seem a bit ridiculous to me. And a tad bit too much. I placed my hoodie on my head and pushed my glasses to my face. I don't want his screaming fans noticing I was with him too. Its bad enough this silly rumour was going around. Minho escorted me to his locker. Near his locker was a bench. I sat on the bench and watched him change. He stripped off his shirt and put on deodirant. He puts on a white button down collared tee-shirt and a black vest, ran a comb through his hair. When he started taking off his pants. He stared at me noticing I was staring at him.

"Um.. do you mind?"

"Do I mind what?"

"Well, I'm going to take off my pants now."

"And? Whats your point. We both have the same thing ya know. You know what guys say. 'We both have the same except mine is a little bit bigger' nothing to be embarassed about."

"Taeminnnnnn." Minho whined

"Ok, ok fine." I looked away. He took off his shorts and folded it neatly away in his locker and slipped on his black jeans. Defying what Minho said, I watched him do all of it. He looked at me and blushed extremely hard.

"You looked!"

"Only because you didnt say please."

"Taemin!"

"Minho, yea! I can say your name whiny-like too. Come on. I need to get this done and over with."

"Get what done and over with?"

"You'll see." I dragged Minho back to the main school building. My hoodie eventually fell off my head as we ran through the hallways. Many people were staring although I was making it extremely obvious something was up. People were making kissy faces and awkward noises, gawking and laughing about me and Minho. Minho didn't even seem to notice one bit was happening. But it has to stop. It has to stop now.