To be honest, Chanyeol might have intentionally hit the blonde boy with the soccer ball. Because in reality, he just needed an excuse to talk to the pretty boy. Now, he’s not so sure if it was a good idea. Well, it seemed good enough when he was imagining the scenario in his head; leaning over the boy’s face, taking in his features, and… yeah, you get the idea. What he did not expect was for the boy to suddenly get up and for Minho to come and fuss over the fallen boy.  Really such a shame. The boy, whom he later on learned was named Taemin, seemed interesting enough and he didn’t miss the way the boy looked at him earlier with an impressed gaze.

Silently, he followed Taemin and Minho towards the school clinic. The two were busy bickering like some old couple, but Chanyeol could sense the smile in Taemin’s voice. Clearly, they had forgotten about him. Chanyeol cleared his throat. Minho turned towards him and smiled apologetically.

“How’s your forehead?”

 “Its fine, I guess.” Chanyeol shrugged, “Can’t say the same for the squirt though.”

He hid a smirk when he heard the blonde boy curse and mumble something about iron-headed, freakishly tall weirdo. The boy looked up and narrowed his eyes at Chanyeol. “Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever you say, squirt.”

Minho laughed out loud and patted the blonde’s head, “Its okay, Taem. We all know about your height complex.”

“You .” Taemin hissed, punching the boy’s shoulder, “For your information, I am not that short. I’m still taller than Jonghyun, thank you very much.”

Chanyeol snorted as Minho chuckled.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Taem.”

“Stupid freakishly tall soccer freaks.”

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The clinic had been empty when they arrived. It wasn’t really surprising considering the fact that the nurse was on break. But nonetheless, the three boys helped themselves inside the empty room. Minho stood awkwardly, looking around the room.

“You are an idiot.” Taemin scoffed, to which Minho pouted, “You don’t even know what to do, don’t you?”

“Well, it’s usually your job to take care of me…” The boy smiled sheepishly as the blonde one started looking for ice packs, “plus you kinda are the girl in this relationship.”

Needless to say, it was funny to watch Taemin trip and choke on air as Minho uttered those words, making Chanyeol raise a brow. “You guys are in a relationship?”

“Yup.” Minho nodded confidently, “We’re in a relationship called friendship.”

Taemin wanted to choke the ignorant idiot so badly. But he restrained himself. Well, not before throwing an empty ice pack which hit Minho square on the face. Damn idiot.

“Dude!” Minho whined.

“Be thankful it didn’t have any ice.” Taemin glared, “Now find us some ice.”

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