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one. jisung.
I rushed home, making sure my parents weren't there. I had to have the fucking stripper, the gay one, at my house, for a project. This couldn't get any worse.
Sighing, I cleared my room, making sure that there is no things left that could possibly be touched by the unholy man I was bringing over for a school project. His attire today, made it all worse. He had on a cropped tank top with a thin jacket and low waisted skinny jeans that showed off his flat stomach that somehow made me want to lick-
No Jisung!
When I finish, the doorbell rings.
I rush downstairs, and swing open the door, to see Minho, the stripper. He put on something more decent, but was still sinful. It was a cropped sweater with the same pants from earlier and heels.
"Sorry I'm a little late. I was having troubles with some things and yeah." Minho walks in carefully, seeing all the imagery of the house. "Um, can we do this at the park?" he asks.
"Wh-"
"Can we do it at the park!?" he's already outside.
"I-Fine let me get my laptop." I go upstairs. What the hell is his problem?
When I return he's wiping his eyes, and I walk over with my laptop. He gets his laptop out of his car and we walk down the street to the park.
"So, what's your full name?" I ask.
"L-Lee Minho." he stutters.
"Age?"
"Twenty two."
"Sexuality?"
"You already know that." he glares. Everybody knew his sexuality and profession.
"So, what's your favorite subject?" I ask.
"Dance, I originally signed up for dance major. I almost went into psychiatry." he shrugs.
I watched as he walked, his hips swayed. I noticed something on his stomach though. A cut... A big one.
We arrived at the park and he sat on the jungle gym, on the top. I sat right below him. "So, I was thinking we could do an article about Medusa." he says, pulling up a screen, showing it to me.
I nod. "Yeah that's cool." I smile.
He typed on his computer and I quickly got an email from Lee Minho, his picture absolutely adorable. "Hope you don't mind my personal email, my school one is harder to type." he shrugs.
I nod. Who was in his profile picture?
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"Who's in your picture?" I ask, he looked familiar but they both looked younger.
"Um, my friend." he smiles. "The Dance King of our college. I'm his second hand man." Minho keeps typing away, taking a sip of his half empty coffee before continuing.
