SNOW | TK

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Always try again when you're near giving up, the result might be better.

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The days passed at school. They passed slowly, but they passed. Once in a while someone would come up and bother me with their usual dry looks and lies, just like they always did, but I managed to scare them away by giving them a dark glare and then they were gone. Nothing new there. But other than that, people kinda left me alone.

Everybody except Jeongguk, of course.

I came walking into class with my backpack mindlessly swung over my shoulder. I went down to the back of the class, the usual spot beside the blonde. Jeongguk looked up from his new book and smiled briefly before going back to his reading-wonderland.

I didn't really smile back, I just glanced at him and threw my black backpack onto the ground beside our table. I leaned back and sighed as I closed my eyes, head leaned against the white wall of the back of the class, just behind us. I peeked through my eyelashes to look at Jeongguk. It had become a habit of mine at that point. I always took a good glance at Jeongguk before class.

He had his usual slacks and sweater on. He'd do this weird thing where one day the fluffy sweater would be blue and the slacks gray, and the next day it'd be the opposite—the slacks blue and the sweater grey.

Today was a blue slacks and gray sweater day.

The teacher came walking inside our class and closed the door behind her, muffling the lively chatter of students in the hallways. She put down her computer bag before greeting the class and starting the lesson. We all pulled out our notebooks before we started writing down what our teacher said as well as what she wrote down on the blackboard.

I softly tapped my foot on the floor, keeping it quiet so I didn't disturb anybody or attract attention. My ears took in her words and transformed it into scribbles on my half-full paper that were written down by my black and red pencil in my tan hand. She asked us to write down our name at the top corner of the paper and then rip the side out and lay it on the desk at the front of the classroom.

I quickly wrote down my name but spit out a curse when someone bumped into my arm when they got up to put down their paper on the teacher's desk. I glared at them but they hadn't noticed they had bumped into anyone.

I looked down at the paper and saw how the G was completely messed up and crooked. I sighed as I bit my lip. It's kinda ironic when you think about it. I'm so messed up I can't even write my own name without messing that up as well?

'Taehyung' really was fucked up.

My heart clenched lightly as I hugged the pencil tightly in my hand, teeth biting harder down into my bottom lip.

But when I was near giving up, a pale hand came into my view. The hand was holding an eraser. A white eraser with small smiley faces drawn around on it by a pencil. Jeongguk held it gently with his fingertips, a soft light blue colour decorating his short nails.

How come I've never noticed he had painted nails?

Jeongguk didn't look up, he only continued to read through his notes, proof-reading them for any grammatical mistakes. I could practically see it for me—His gentle smile as his soft voice spoke calmly. Here. Try again.

I hesitantly grabbed the eraser, my cold, rough fingers brushing against his warm, soft onse. I led it down to the right upper corner of my paper and held it there for a bit, not quite erasing yet.

I stared down at the crooked G. I bit my lip once again.

Try again, I heard Jeongguk's voice repeat in my head. I sucked in a breath and rubbed the soft object against my paper, watching how the failed G almost completely disappeared. I put down the eraser and grabbed my black and red pencil again, drawing a new, much prettier G.

Probably one of the prettiest ones I've ever written.

I smiled lightly to myself—something I'd begun to do since I met Jeongguk—and glanced over at him beside me. He met my eyes and smiled back as he tilted his head softly.

I got up and put down my paper and watched Jeongguk put his on top of mine. His writing was neat and pretty. He must've had written a lot to perfect it the way he had.

A small chuckle slipped past my lips unwillingly as I caught sight of the small smiley in the O of his name.

The bell rang like always and announced a shift in the schedule. Everybody went back to their seats and packed up their books and put them in their bags, ready for the small break.