#minjaeism

Taehyun wasn’t the type to mind topics like these. He’d read about the consequences of homophobia. He knew the literature that preached acceptance of all, and he very much agreed. So as the male called him baby he didn’t even flinch. There was no “that’s gross, man!” or “what the hell?” because Taehyun didn’t find homosexuality as that crazy. Taehyun was a heterosexual himself. It just didn’t matter. He just didn’t find it an appropriate joke. “Aren’t there better things to joke about other than your attraction to me?” Taehyun asked the male before his eyes traveled to his book again.

“Nonsense!”She retorted, hiding the amusement in her tone, though, even now, she was stillshooting daggers in the direction of the group of high school boys they’d justpassed by – people she knew, albeit vaguely, and who somewhat knew her as well. If not her as a person, then who shewas: Hanlim was a big high school, but her joining, especially outside theregular period for such things, had made the news. As it turned out, some ofthem really, really disliked what they felt was playing favorites: though itwasn’t the case, the only reason she’d been able to join was a change in thelaw itself, and it had meant cutting her trip to Japan short so she’d be ableto return and take exams. The joy. “I’m not thatexceptionally pretty, anyway.”