Great, Farah. Congratulations. so you might want to call the hospital now since i've lost a bucket or two worth of my O plus. Aren't you glad? <__< size="1">not that i'm complaining.. *is bricked*
Su, you're growing up too fast!!! D;
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And yosh! another ficcy~ ^^
Changmin notices him.
He notices how his face is deep in concentration, with frowns that nearly bound together. He notices how his lips twitch once in a while, probably thinking of the answers to a particularly hard question. Notices how his beautiful fingers (very beautiful he notes with slight awe) dances furiously across the answer sheets, answering questions that he, himself has already finished (he is not in the advance class for nothing), but Changmin’s contented with just that; watching his hands. He also notices his mouth; the pout which would accompany every frown that he makes. And when it comes to his mouth, Changmin cant help but to notice the small love mark mole above his lips which would quiver once in a while, following the earlier pout. Changmin likes to see the twinkle in his eyes, especially during when his face is basked in the morning sun (he feels like shielding his eyes for some reason). Thus it also highlights his pointy nose. His face is beautiful . He is beautiful.
Changmin is thinking of finding his tissue to nurse the drool on his mouth when his body suddenly shifts. And he turns to his right.
Changmin freezes and blushes furiously.
Yunho sees him. And smiles. That fucking white-teeth-small-eyes-and-all kind of smile.
While adverting his eyes, Changmin feels like head-desking himself (aside from feeling lightheaded and warm). Being caught staring red-handed by the subject of lust affection himself is not what he would call being discreet. As if he is not obvious enough, he feels Jaejoong’s kick by his chair and hears Junsu’s obnoxious fake cough just a few seats behind him. They mush have noticed his stare towards Yunho to do those, then. Changmin feels like killing himself.
Well, that, and trying to stay compose by pretending to stare at his already-completed answer sheets, searching for possible errors. He nearly jumps on his seat when a small crumpled of paper falls on his desk. He takes it, eyes widened curiously and looks around.
Yunho is grinning from ear to ear; his fingers forming he signature “peace”.
Blushing furiously (again) he opens the crumpled paper, only to find his stomach drops a few miles (if possible).
“Wanna have lunch with me after this?”
Changmin’s heart pounds erratically. He feels hot all of a sudden and already, a faint sheen of sweats form on his forehead. His gut (heart) screams at him “Yes, yes, yes!”. Thankfully, his mind still works its function. He looks sideway and finds that Yunho is still grinning at him but now there is something hopeful in his smile and eyes. Oh, gosh, it’s his heart again “YES, YES,YES!!!” and unconciously, his head moves fo form a tentative nod.
To Changmin’s great surprise (and everyone else in the classroom), Yunho stands up and punches his fist in the air: a victory.
Changmin chokes on his saliva when the teacher’s duster makes contact with Yunho’s face.
Homin's my bias, so.. ^^;; *salutes*
