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“That chem test was fucking ridiculous ,” Key groans and slumps against the wall.
“Agreed,” Minho huffs, pushing his smudged glasses further up his nose as he rifles through the notebooks in his locker. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to the football game last night, even if all the players agreed to do a shirtless mud-wrestling competition for some local charity, “God, fuck all star quarterback Lee Jinki, and his fucking abs .”
Taemin gasps, and Minho rolls his eyes.
“Don’t act like you don’t ag-”
“Uh, excuse me?” an entirely different voice says, and a set of legs appears beside him. Minho gulps. He desperately doesn’t want to shut his locker door, inevitably revealing his face right next to him, but at this point, there doesn’t seem to be any other options. Minho quickly retrieves his calculus book, and closes his locker.
“Hey, losers.”
Sure enough, there’s Jinki, leaning against the lockers, looking effortlessly cool in a t-shirt and jeans. His buddies, Taemin and Jonghyun from the soccer team, are standing by the water fountain a few feet away, eyeing Minho like hawks.
“H-hey,” Minho replies, and Key inhales sharply. Jinki openly assesses Minho’s mathlete hoodie and all the color-coded tabs sticking out of his massive textbook before speaking again.
“Saw you at the game last night,” Jinki grins.
“Oh, uh. Yeah. We were there,” Minho replies, cringing at his own awkwardness.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yup, it was a... good game?” Minho prays that this conversation will end soon. He barely even understands what a quarterback does, let alone what constitutes a good game of football.
“No,” Jinki rolls his eyes, and Minho’s heart stops, “I’m not talking about the game. I mean did you like the mud-wrestling ?”
“ Obviously -” Key clears his throat loudly behind him, “I mean, it was pretty cool. You definitely kicked Taeyang’s ass.”
“ That’s for sure,” Jinki laughs, and Minho can suddenly hear angels sing, “Well, I’ll see you guys around, yeah?”
“Y-yeah,” Minho smiles, and Jinki saunters over to his friends. Minho turns to Key, who looks back at him with wide eyes.
“Holy. Shit,” Key laughs nervously, “Do you think he heard what you said about his abs?”
“I don’t know, but I think I’m gonna pass out.”
“There’s no time, we have class,” Key says, grabbing Minho’s arms and dragging him down the hallway. Minho glances over his shoulder, and is both horrified and excited to find all three jocks staring back at him. Jinki gives him a little wave, and he waves back.
“I’m in love,” he sighs dreamily.
“No, you’re just all horny over that image of Jinki’s mud-covered muscles.”
“That, too.”