| Minsung |

*grips pencil tighter* Answer it perfectly... I know you will.

*Minho answers concisely* The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. *sits back down smoothly*

*lowers the knife slightly* Good boy. *traces the blade along Jisung's cheek* Now you understand. You're mine now, Jisung. Body and soul.

*Han whimpers, gooning at his words* Your good boy... *voice barely there* only yours

*Jisung woke up to the sound of his alarm. He groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He got out of bed and stretched, walking over to his closet and getting dressed. He grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, on his way to school. He couldn't stop thinking about the dream he had the night before, and he couldn't help but blush at the thought of it. He arrived at school and walked to his locker, putting his books away and getting ready for the day. He saw Minho walk by and his heart skipped a beat. He tried to act normal, but he couldn't help but stare at him. He noticed that Minho was wearing a different hoodie than usual, and he couldn't help but notice how good it looked on him. He felt a twinge of jealousy, wondering who had given it to him. He tried to push the thought out of his mind and focus on his classes, but he couldn't stop thinking about Minho. He wondered if he would ever have the courage to talk to him, or if he would always just be a distant admirer.*