That's my boy | xiaoyangdery

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Liu YangYang

Occupation; Highschool student

11th grade/ 2nd year Highschool

Emotion: scared as FUCK, and over it

Imagine this, a teenage boy having to restart his social life once again. Last school he had to go to he didn't even have the chance to make friends, but to be honest he's glad he wasn't attached anyways.

"Cheer up Yang, if we are lucky enough we might stay here for the rest of the semester." YangYang rolled his eyes at his brother. Well adopted brother— but does that matter?

"We were just fine in China, Ten. You know that I can be finishing school IN CHINA, TEN." YangYang exclaims, Ten yelling back.

"AYE DONT YELL AT ME!" It's been a week since they fully moved in, YangYang has his own room but he would rather stay on the couch or his brothers room. He does not want to be attached to something he knows won't be forever.

Approaching this new hell— I mean school. He already can tell where this story was gonna go. He avoids everyone besides his brother, he'll have to make an excuse on why he can't "hang out", and boom suddenly they pack up and move houses again.

These school halls aren't special, no one was worth knowing for the long run. That's what YangYang would think to himself.. and usually he was right.

So hands stuffed in his pockets he looks for the main office.

"WATCH OUT PEACH HEAD!"

"WHO YOU CALLING PEACH YOU—SHIT!" He couldn't even make a comeback since he got tackled onto the ground by a boy with wavy black hair. He instantly got up and apologized, rambling in English — then translating in very rushed Korean.

"I could understand the first time." YangYang muttered, the other apologizing again this time in Korean. Helping him up, YangYang dusted himself off. Now giving a very good look at who collided with him.

"What was the rush?! You creased my shoes so hopefully what you're running from was worth it." YangYang whined, the other apologizing again.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" His voice now quiet, YangYang saw the other about to panic again. YangYang shuts him up, trying his best to not freak out the other.

"Dude— Hey! Calm down.. I can help you if you can guide me to the main office."

First impression of this school.. ew. Like really, YangYang has seen better. Better lockers, better teachers;

Better boys. The boy he bumped into was cute, not his type though. He said his name was Mark and he was apart of yearbook— so if he needed anything just come to him.

That doesn't make them friends... right? YangYang didn't want to think about Mark for a bit, since the conversation they had was awkward enough.

Once he walked in his first period, he couldn't believe his day was gonna be weirder. First conversation, first day— all he heard was.

"Oh cmon Mrs.Kim we all know that we both like dick. See— now we have something in common." It was a boy with blonde hair with a light blue streak saying that to a grown ass teacher. Trying to be cheeky, the teacher rolled her eyes.

"Mr.Na, get yourself to your seat before I write you up."

"Yes Mrs.Na~~" YangYang shivered at the confidence and audacity a ton of boys have. It wasnt his type, not that he had time to think about his type.

He wasn't picky with the people he found attractive, just the basic requirements.

They give him attention. The attention he never got before even at home. That's all he wanted, just someone to give him a chance. Just a glance of their time.

YangYang had to introduce himself to the class, bowing before sitting down to his assigned seat. YangYang was sent to sir next to a boy with a black mullet. That boy was talking to someone else to even greet him. But YangYang didn't mind, he didn't spare a glance to him either.

He wasn't paying attention to the material either, he can care less. He would rather take a nap or skip to lunch. But either way he'll still be alone once he gets out of here.

"She gives shit head." Mandarin. And whatever YangYang heard made him blush. But then he felt bad about the girl they were talking about.

"Kunhang the first time you gave me head you literally took 30 minutes." A boy with a sharp gaze raised his brow. Swiftly moving his brown hair out of his sight, the other with black hair rolled his eyes.

"We aren't talking about me though, Sicheng-ge could have at least invited a boy for your sake. Worst threesome ever." YangYang snickered quietly so the two didn't hear him.

"Yeah yeah sorry I don't like girls as much as you Kunhang." The boy with brown hair was awfully pretty even when annoyed. The person he was talking to stuttered.

"I-I didn't mean it like that, you're my number one! But d-did that even count as a threesome? You had to step in cuz she couldn't make me cum. Dejun we had to kick her out— that's how bad it was." The boy with black hair recalled, the other nods his head sighing.

"Never again?" The boy now known as Kunhang says, the other named Dejun nods. YangYang feeling embarrassed for the girl and himself, he kept in his seat.

"I think that guy is shy, he hasn't said a word besides his name." Dejun says, leaning forward and turning to look at YangYang who was busy on his phone playing a game. But he can feel the stares of now both of them, and his ears were turning red.

"Dejunnie talk to him." Kunhang states, giving the other puppy eyes.

"No you do it." The other says, Kunhang pouts.

"B-but Dejun-Ge~~ he's shy and I'm shhyyyyyyy."

"Utter bullshit." YangYang says out loud in Mandarin, the two boys tensing up. Raising a brow, making YangYang realize he spoke out. Covering his mouth before saying a quick sorry.

The older two smirked to themselves, getting out their seats where YangYang cowards in embarrassment. Kun-Hang placed his hands on the younger desk, leaning.

"You understood us?" Kun-Hang peers, Dejun watching with a smirk. YangYang gulped nervously. Feeling trapped in his own seat.