I should be more excited about being absent to the gym class. I shouldn’t have to, after all, add bruise to my leg more, because I always getting it in every gym class. But it’s not fun, for staying full for 2 hours just staring at the ceiling because my period is started. I need to see my lovely husband, the father of all my 12 Childs. Okay maybe you think I’m crazy, but I don’t care. My words are pray, Mr. God please help me. Insert my smiling face here.

To be honest, every time I got my period is Oh Sehun’s favorite moment of the day. He became so free right there. I know he already joins the basketball team and rocks the field. Because if he played the basketball in front of me, I will make him stop playing in every way. Did you ask me why? Of course, because the girls will go wild because of him.

His muscle tightens when he throw the ball, his tight look so y when he drabbles the ball, his smile when he success to make a point and don’t forget to add his sweat drop from his forehead. And if he forgets to wipe it with the towel that hanging on his neck, the sweat will fell to his cheeks, his sharp chin, and when he catching the breath and lift the chin, the sweat will fell past to his y neck. Can I stop imagining it right now? Ok. Sorry. I can’t control my hormones. And I’m not talking about the bulg- sorry. And because of that, I can’t let the others see it. The basketball team doesn’t have to exist for Oh Sehun.

I start playing with my phone and setting the earphone to my ears. I play music on my iPhone as I close my eyes. When the Ellie Goulding’s song starts playing, the classroom’s door opens. Oh Sehun, just like a girl who just saw a ghost in the bathroom, while catching a breath stand there and see me. Or c