My Cold Prince's
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Minjoo sat tensely behind Junho who was riding his motorcycle. Minjoo was nervous. Deg-degan. Minjoo only dared to hold the wet end of Junho's uniform.
(Imagine how you feel when in boncengin same mas crush).
Since then, Junho has also been too focused on riding his motorcycle. Not to talk to Minjoo at all. As a result, even Minjoo could only remain silent while looking at Junho's wide back. Also occasionally he secretly sees Junho from the rearview mirror.
Meanwhile, the wind was quite strong. It is so cold, it penetrates the pores of the skin. In addition to the weather now which is still drizzling rain.
Since Minjoo was not wearing a helmet, some of Minjoo's hair became wet and a bit messy in the wind.
Minjoo took off the tip of Junho's uniform briefly, to tidy up his hair. Especially the part of the bangs that somewhat blocked his view.
"Strong grip! I'm going to speed!" Junho's Order
Minjoo hurriedly held back the tip of Junho's uniform. He has not finished his hair.
"I said strong hold!" Tell Junho once again.
Minjoo tightened his grip again, until the end of Junho's wet uniform, many creases appeared.
Junho sighed softly. That's not what Junho meant.
The impatient Junho immediately grabbed Minjoo's hand. He wrapped Minjoo's hand to his waist. Then he drove his bike faster.
Minjoo was surprised. But he did not protest. It was precisely Minjoo liked him because now he could tightly hug Junho's body from behind, as well as freely leaning on Junho's wide back and shoulders.
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A few minutes later, the two of them arrived at Minjoo's house.
"Thanks yes.." Minjoo said, shortly after getting off Junho's motorcycle.
Junho only smiled faintly.
"I'll excuse you to go home." Her speech.
"Eh?. Don't you wanna stop by first?" Minjoo.
Junho.
"I want to go home right away." The answer.
"Be careful!".
Junho nodded slowly, and revived his motorcycle then left.
Minjoo immediately entered the house after Junho was no longer visible.
"Just home?" asked Mama Minjoo who was cleaning the table in the living room.
Minjoo.
Mama Minjoo then approached after seeing her son come home with a slightly different appearance than usual.
"Yes. There was no bus at the stop and it was getting late in the afternoon. So come home for the rain." Answer Minjoo.
"Why aren't there any buses passing by? How did you go home?. It is impossible to walk. It's a long way to go." asked Mama Minjoo, astonished.
Uhmm....
Minjoo muttered for a moment.
"So among friends. Ride the motor" Timpal Minjoo.
"Friends? Who?" mama Minjoo asked, curious.
"Juneho. The one yesterday also drove Minjoo home."
Mama Minjoo scratched her non-itchy temple, using her index finger. He tried to remember for a moment.
"Ah.. Yes, my mother remembers" he said.
"But how to ride a motorcycle? Does he have a motor? Weren't you yesterday in between Junho by bus and on foot?" Imbuh mama Minjoo with a number of questions.
Minjoo blinked for a moment.
Mama Minjoo said. If Junho does have a motorcycle, why yesterday drove minjoo even by bus and walk?.
Minjoo just shook his head slowly.
"Why not stop by?" Mama Minjoo still hasn't stopped asking.
"So Minjoo bargained. He just said he wanted to go home. Maybe because of his wet uniform, so it feels bad on the body. Wanted to rush to get changed like that." Minjoo.
Mama Minjoo nodded in understanding.
"Then is that his jacket?" mama Minjoo asked, a little hesitant.
Minjoo caught a glimpse of the black leather jacket he was wearing, then patted his eel gently and squinted.
"God. Junho Jacket. Minjoo forgot to return it"
Mama Minjoo chuckles.
Minjoo is smart, but also forgetful.
"Yes already. Just wash it first, and then return it right at school!." Mama Minjoo's orders.
Minjoo.
"You go into the room first!. Shower and change clothes!. Mama will make green bean soup so that your body is warmer and does not hurt." mama Minjoo orders, once again.
Minjoo according. He then went to his room carrying his backpack.
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