Minho's grumbling filled the classroom. He was stuck cleaning the classroom with you. He pretended to hate it, but deep down, his uniform started to gather sweat, and his heartbeat could be heard beating in his head. "Wow, I didn't know you could be bad at cleaning as well, jackass."

He threw his usual insults and teasing around, wanting to get a reaction out of you—no, he was going to get a reaction out of you.