Minho was used to being alone. Or rather, he liked being alone.

His parents had always doted on him in high school, treating him like a superstar and wanting to know everything. How the school day went, how soccer was (he was the star player), were there any pretty girls, the like. He would just sigh, answering each question in a bored tone and ( Read more... )

Damn you homework, you thought bitterly as you stared at your math book, all the numbers seeming to jumble together the longer you stared at it. You cradled your cheek in your hand, pouting. You played idly with your pencil, flicking it up and down your desk, until it fell to the floor and you were too lazy to even think about picking it up; you ( Read more... )