Minsung
misnung

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hands fidgeted with the pen, not knowing what to do, numbers on the board entering each others, compining into one, han barely understood anything, the lesson was described as hard, but really wasn't, han was just having a hard time, everywhere.
and mr.minho? his eyes already captured hans confusion as he continued teaching, a plan swinging in his mind. students raise their hands, but hans never stood up. He was nervous and...irritated at himself. students answered and got along, and as the lesson finishes, the bell rings. students came out in groups as laughter and chatter filled the place, and in sec, it was quiet again.
minho looked up and saw han gathering his stuff, so clumsy his pen fell down, creating a loud tud in the quiet room. his blood runs fast in his veins nervously, and his heart is nearly escaping. minho smirks and states calmly, "Stay in class, i wanna talk," and these words made han gulps in an instant. He was nervous, "Did he notice?", "was i too loud??", "Did i do smth wrong??" All these ideas swimmed in his head, but he erased them. He was a good student, minhos fav, what could possibly happen?...
minhos hand flies lightly towards the papers, organizing it and sitting it aside, as he asks to calmy its scary "didn't understand, right?"And han? nods uncontrolled by his actions. mr. minhos steps are steady as he walks toward his desk, and looks down at han, his figure shading him, his gaze narrows as his hands slide towards the book, opening it, "its simple, just focus ok?" he looked at him, admiring but steadys himself as fast. he comes behind him, chest touching hans back and he explains, han is soo nervous and gets hot by this closeness he barely focuses, and minho notices. he stands infront of him and in one smooth move, he grabs his chin tilting it up, "are you focusing han?" he smirks as he says, yes he has a life, but han just...looks to good