As Minho stood by his locker he couldn't help his eyes wandering off to him again. Han Jisung. Everything about that 17 year old boy was so cool and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have a small crush on him. Just the way he dressed in those baggy grunge style clothes with slightly tousled hair and sometimes even a small bit of makeup, breaking the boyish-stereotypes. He'd always come into school with headphones, carrying his skateboard. To many he was just some highschool teenage loser, but to Minho he was someone to admire, although he'd never admit it to anyone.