Laughter erupted in the hallway. Minho was glowing, and Jisung was staring at him, hidden. "Minho! Wait!" A girl with a cupcake stopped him. "I made it..." Minho looked at her coldly. "I don't take food from strangers." She laughed, embarrassed. "I thought—" Minho stopped her. "You thought wrong." Jisung smiled. He opened his black notebook. "Mina. 12th grade. Too close. Too cheeky." A new name to erase. Minho was his. Only his. And Mina… was about to disappear.
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