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"I don't want to!"

Fuming, Lee Minho slammed both hands on the wooden desk, leaning forward to glare right into the principal's matching caramel eyes.

"Just because you're my son," the older male began in a calm tone as he straightened his posture. "Does not give you any right to rebel against my decisions as the principal, Minho."

The frustrated boy stepped back and let his impatient eyes dart around the room, running a hand through his tousled black hair. He sucked in a determined breath, then faced the principal with confidence.

"I don't want a roommate." Minho announced, eyebrows knitted together with displeasure. He hated the idea of having to share the same living space with another person (especially since Minho often used both beds as his).

A hopeless sigh was released. The principal, Mr. Lee, slightly shook his head in disapproval. "I wish I cared. Now please leave, son." He spoke, irritation obvious in his voice. As Minho stood still, he returned to flipping through the pages of his official documents.

"Dad."

"Dad."

"Mr. Lee, the almighty principal of great status-"

Mr. Lee groaned in annoyance, directing his attention to the boy once again. "What is it now Minho?"

"Can it be Hyunjin?"

The principal lifted a single brow. He adjusted his small-framed glasses with a forefinger, waiting to hear his son continue. The silence irked Minho, who clicked his tongue.

"Well - Hyunjin is sexy, and I've had my eyes on him for a while now. We may have even kissed once." Minho paused his ramble and furrowed his brows in attempt to recall the exact number. "Or twice, or like a few times- are you even listening?" Minho whined, stomping closer to snatch the file out of his father's hands. He placed it aside and frowned at the principal. "Make my roommate Hwang Hyunjin."

Visibly disappointed, Mr. Lee exhaled. "Hwang already has a roommate. And what you just said," He paused, narrowing his eyes while glaring at Minho from right above his glasses. "Make sure you keep the devil in you hidden during school hours, Minho. All this 'he is sexy so I must be with him'. You're not here to find a man, you're here to study." He commanded.

Minho gasped dramatically. He placed both hands on the table and bent forward to level his gaze with his father's, speaking in a whisper, "Don't tell me you're homophobic?"

It requires great patience to raise a boy as troublesome as Lee Minho. The principal sighed for another time, stressed. "We've been over this, Minho." He reminded. As he spoke, Mr. Lee pulled open a drawer and ruffled through the things. "Had I been homophobic, you wouldn't have two fathers." He said. He lifted his hand up, an object in his grasp. The sight made Minho choke on his scoff, eyes bugging out. "Now go back to your classroom or I will use this taser on you."

"Why do you have that- now who's the devil!" Minho snapped, hands swinging about in exaggerated gestures. Seeing the victorious smirk on his father's face, Minho's shoulders slumped in defeat. With a pout, he turned on his feet to walk away.

"Oh and," called out his father from behind, although the furious ravenette refused to stop and turn around. "Get along with Han Jisung, he's new."

Once he shut the office door behind him, Minho scowled.

"Han.. Handy Soap can fuck off."

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