you blinked a few times, bringing yourself back to focusing on your notes in front of you.
cramming review for a midterm during lunch wasn’t necessarily on your high school bucket list, yet here you were.
perhaps if you hadn’t put off studying for weeks, you wouldn’t be here, stressed in an almost empty classroom when you were supposed to be having lunch.
you could hear the sound of minho munching on some chips echoing off the classroom walls as he paced through the rows of desks.
you’d told him to have lunch without you, but he’d insisted on “fulfilling his boyfriend duties” and staying with you.
a part of him probably wished he was outside, in the fresh air, away from the dusty classroom, but he had made the commitment, and he had to stick with it.
