Minho was sitting in his fourth period class on Tuesday writing notes and listening vividly to the teacher’s lecture about the Quadratic Formula. Like any other student he was trying his best to pay attention even though he was completely bored out of his mind. Math was one of his least favorite classes, mostly because it was just really easy for him to understand and he always finished his work quickly. Eventually he tuned out the teacher’s droning and began doodling on his notebook. All of a sudden his pocket vibrated, kind of loudly too. He glanced up at the teacher, but thankfully he hadn’t heard it so Minho pulled his phone out of his pocket and kept it hidden under the desk as he read his new text message from Jonghyun.

< I’m leaving. Skip with me. >

Minho frowned at the lack of reasoning. It wasn’t a question, something must be up. He stuck his phone back into his pocket and raised his hand.

“Mr. Park, can I go to the office please? I’m not feeling well,” He lied.

“Of course, of course, Mr. Choi,” The teacher said, waving his hand to the door. All the teachers let Minho do pretty much whatever he wanted sine he was their model student. Minho quickly gathered up his books and headed out of the classroom and to his locker three hallways over. He then snuck out of the school through the back doo