Interestingly enough Minho, Nicole and I all ended up in the same classes. This should be fun.

We were in the locker rooms getting dressed for phys. ed. It never ceases to confuse me how someone could stick art and sports into one school. I came to the school to me a fashion designer, not an athlete. I was pretty good at track; other than that, sports weren't really my thing.

I was changing into my sweats when I caught a glimpse of Minho across the room. He - like the other guys- was getting dressed. For the first time, I paid special attention to his face. He was relatively handsome. He had a nice structure and striking complexion. His eyes were pretty big (at least, compared to mine) but they were quite attractive. And his jawline was crisp and sharp.

It then occurred to me that he, or someone else, might have caught me looking at him, so i quickly turned back and finished getting dressed.

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While getting dressed in the locker rooms, i noticed Kibum looking at me strangely. At least, i think he was. I wasn't quite sure, because he immediately turned away. Was it really just me? Was I imagining things? Perhaps it was one of those instances where he glanced around and happened to look at me? I let this thought drift away as i made my way outside.

We were running laps on the field for today. I was accustomed to this, because we always had to run laps before football(soccer) practice.

Kibum was surprisingly fast. I never imagined him to be the athletic type. He just didn't have that physique of an athlete. He sure looks nothing like a football player. Then again, this was a school for athletes. I found myself wanting to laugh at his running style. He was sweating and panting a lot and something about the way he ran made it hilarious. I continued running past him. He quickly caught up to me and we ended up competing, trying to surpass the other. We laughed as running finally ended.

Afterwards, we all had a break on the side. Everyone was resting and cooling down with water. I don't know how, but something in me made me go up to Kibum and talk to him.

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I was exhausted after the laps. During the break, I got myself some ice cold water. I drank some and proceeded to pour some of it over my head. I sighed with relief as the cold water ran down my skin and my back. I noticed Minho walking over to me with a big, friendly smile and two white towels.

"Yah~ you shouldn't waste good water on a day like this." he remarked.

"Why should you care? I'm hot as from all those laps." I replied. 

He chuckled at this comeback. "Hey. Now's not a time to brag about your looks," he fired back with his own. "Here, take this." he said as he tossed one of his towels to me. "You're not an athlete, are you?" he asked.

"No, not really," I answered. I rubbed my sweat-soaked hair in the towel. "I can run, but that's about it. My interest in sports is pretty small."

"If you're not an athlete, how'd you get into this school?"

I hesitated before answering, "I got in majoring in fashion." I said it indifferently. It wasn't something I was ashamed of. Unfortunately for me, fashion design and makeup is typically a female thing, so it was only natural for guys and girls alike to make fun of me. "You know, 'cuz this is also an arts school."

"oh, right..." He drifted off.

I figured he was laughing on the inside, so i immediately fired back. "YAH! There's nothing wrong with it! There are plenty of male fashion designers!"

He raised his arms in defense. "I didnt say anything!" He quieted down. He kinda smirked as he did so. "For your information, i don't think there's anything wrong with it. I was just curious because I didn't think you were an athlete."

He seemed to be telling the truth, so i regretted firing back at him. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to become so defensive. It's just people make fun of me for it and i'm sick and tired of it."

"Hey, it's ok. You're right, there's nothing wrong about doing fashion." He paused. "But, don't you think it's weird that they made a school for sports and arts?"

"I know right?? It's just bizarre! The two have nothing in common!" I kinda went off on a tangent here. "I mean, what's the point of dressing up to look nice and then gett all sweaty from running and-"

"KIBUMMAH~~" my friend Nicole called out as she came over to us. Somehow she wasn't as sweaty as the rest of us. She really is a marvel. She's quite the athlete, yet manages to not look like some gross ball of sweat.

"Hey Nicole whatsup?"

"Not much. Sure is hot out isn't it?" she asked. I kinda thought she was being sarcastic because all of us guys were icky and gross from all the sweat, while she was radiant and fresh as ever.

"Not that much." I replied with a bit of sarcasm.

"Anyway, I was just wondering if you wanted to see Titanic this weekend. They've rereleased it in theaters."

"Yea sure I'll come." I told her. I didnt really want to see Titanic again. I've already seen it and cried so many times before, but I could use a night out.

We continued talking when I realized Minho had left.