The boy in math class

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Jisung pov

I sit in math class hoping that Minho is gone.

I didn't even bring my phone to school today.

Something about telling one of the most popular kids in school that I like him doesn't sit well with me.

"Oh thank god." I hear someone says.

I don't have to look up to know that it's Minho.

I turn up my music and just pray that he won't talk to me.

"Hey Jisung."

Fuck.

"Yes?" I say trying to act like I didn't just tell Minho that I like him and then ghost him.

"Are you ok because you haven't responded to my text." He says.

"Oh my phone randomly stopped working." I say.

"Oh well about what you said."

"I know it's stupid just forget what I said." I say going to play my music again.

"No that's not even close to what I was going to say." Minho says in shock.

"Ok then what were you going to say?" I say looking him dead in the eye but getting flustered and looking away.

Minho pov

"Then what were you going to say?" Jisung says looking me in the eyes, but we both get flustered and look away.

"I was going to say that I've felt the same way since 8th grade."