Strong Heart Chapter 20
Strong Heart[Selection of the Results]
Ryeowook:
Kyuhyun – 98%
Sungmin – 76%
Minho – 53%
Mir – 45%
Dongwoon – 43%
Taemin – 12%
Sungmin:
Minho – 95%
Ryeowook – 76%
Mir – 55%
Dongwoon – 56%
Kyuhyun – 20%
Taemin – 15%
Kyuhyun:
Ryeowook – 99%
Sungmin – 18%
Mir – 14%
Taemin – 10%
Dongwoon – 4%
Minho – 2%
Minho:
Sungmin – 94%
Taemin – 88%
Ryeowook – 73%
Mir – 62%
Dongwoon – 35%
Kyuhyun – 3%
Mir:
Dongwoon – 100%
Ryeowook – 74%
Taemin – 43%
Sungmin – 40%
Minho – 21%
Kyuhyun – 7%
Taemin:
Minho – 90%
Mir – 40%
Sungmin – 31%
Ryeowook – 28%
Dongwoon – 25%
Kyuhyun – 17%
Dongwoon:
Mir – 100%
Ryeowook – 80%
Sungmin – 65%
Minho – 30%
Taemin – 24%
Kyuhyun – 8%
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Ryeowook tapped the piano keys, absently noting the reflection of fingernails against white. The pressure of his fingers did nothing to upset the silent music room. Almost reluctantly, he gazed forward at a pale pink card blocking his sheet music. Written on the card were results, the numbers slowly burning into his mind…
Sungmin stepped down the final steps of a building and walked through the bustling campus. Normally he would tighten his pink scarf against the winter weather but his mind was far too preoccupied with other things. Specifically, he was focused on the quiz results in hand…
Kyuhyun rolled over, dropping the math textbook with a thoughtless thump. It bounced softly on the mattress, bending at an awkward angle. He lay on his backside now, unfolding a sheet of cardstock and staring up at it intently…
Minho leaned against a building, deciding he had nowhere else he wanted to be. For a moment he wanted to relax and be alone – away from all of the people that could send him spiraling into stress. The cold wind spiked his senses and nipped at his nose but it was also violently whipping the results card in his tight grip…
Mir twirled his pencil, tapped his foot and shifted in the wooden chair. Snow trickled from the sky, brushing against the large, arching window beside him. Sighing, he attempted to refocus on the full text pages. Without meaning to, he continuously sneaked glances at the colored card resting beside his open notes…
Taemin perched on a windowsill in his dorm building, playing with the thick paper. It flailed in the air before him, numbers and names blurring with movement. He watched it carefully yet carelessly, a battle raging beneath the surface of that pretty face…
Dongwoon yawned, stretching out in the chair. No one else was around him, the door to his Tech Shop office shut. The space was dark and somewhat cluttered but it had always offered a sense of security, of paused time. But in that particular moment, it was the only thing keeping his mind and body calm against the words printed on a fine card that laid on the surface of his desk…
All the while, none of them knew that this was just the beginning.
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