"I will be going to the teacher's lounge because I'd rather not spend my afternoon watching delinquents, after that's been the summary of my whole day. No talking and don't leave this classroom or you'll find yourself back in here. Understood?" the teacher in charge of holding detention claimed.
"Yes" the only two people in the room said in sync.
"Good." With that, the teacher left, her heels clacking along the floors as she made her way to the door, closing it behind her.
Well, it was clear that things didn't go exactly the way how Wooyoung wanted, because him and San were in fact the only students who had detention that day. He couldn't believe his luck.
The teacher had left the two to themselves to go to the "teachers' lounge", but they both had a feeling that she was probably getting it on with the chemistry teacher, ironic enough. A part of Wooyoung wished she would've stayed, because he did not want to be alone with the dumbass that put him in this situation to begin with. And for an hour? Jesus take the wheel.
Looking over to the side of him, he saw the other sat at a desk that was kinda far away from his, doing who knows what on his phone while his legs were propped up. Wooyoung was surprised he wasn't being annoyed right now, since this was the perfect time to do so. Nonetheless, he picked his backpack from off of the floor, wanting to do something more efficient with his time.
He whipped out his Pre-Calculus homework, setting the papers, along with a calculator, on his desk. He regretted taking that course so much. The class was hard and the teacher rarely cared if you understood anything or not, basically leaving it up to yourself to "figure it out", as he would put it.
He put his pencil to his mouth, trying to solve one out of the twenty problems they were assigned to do by tomorrow. He completed four of them already. Correctly? Probably not, but who cares at this point.
He was deep in thought, trying to figure out how to resurrect the motherfucker who created Pre-Calculus and kill them again, until he felt a presence hovering over his shoulder.
"You know, that one's wrong" San stated, pointing at the work and answer he got for problem two.
Wooyoung couldn't help the feeling of his chest getting tighter as he felt the other breathing on the side of his neck.
"San, go back to doing whatever it was that you were doing. Leave me alone" the smaller said, avoiding looking at the other male.
"You should just let me teach you. I'm pretty good at this subject. Plus, I would hate to see you fail. I mean, how'd you even get that for an answer?"
Here this cocky asshole goes again. Wooyoung wasn't the best at math, he wasn't going to deny that, but receiving help from San wasn't an offer he was willing to take. It wasn't any better that the other made him feel embarrassed about it.
"If you're done bashing me, that'd be great. Let it be wrong. I'd rather rub my ass cheeks against sizzling hot concrete than let you help me. Especially if all you're gonna do is judge. That's not teaching."
San sighed, standing himself up straight. He trudged over to the back of the classroom, grabbing a rogue chair that wasn't attached to a desk, and walked back over to other to set it down. Wooyoung watched his every move up till the taller was sat right next to him. San grabbed the pencil resting in the latter's hand, setting it in his own.
"I won't judge you anymore, so stop being stubborn and let me teach you" he said with seriousness in his eyes.
After a little consideration, Wooyoung finally agreed.
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