A Sungtaro AU wherein Jung Sungchan is known as the famous tenth grade ghoster from class 10 section 2 who ends up being ghosted by the infamous self saying maker Shotaro who leaves him with the self saying
❝ A ghoster will have a hard time being m...
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"I have a fishy feeling with that dog" jaemin doesn't bother to wipe off the stain on his cheeks as he lifted his paintbrush from his canvas. they were currently having art class which shotaro was missing. hearning renjun sigh beside him, he went on. "there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me"
"that or you're too much of a wimp to say you find him attractive" renjun went on with his painting despite hearing jaemin gasp and proceed to hit him with a tube of paint. "I'm just- ouch! quit that-jaemin quit it!"
"mister huang and an what is going on their?!" their teacher asked from the front, pausing from her own work to look at the two at the back. she furrows her brows as she catches jaemin with the tube of paint raised. "may I remind you mister na that that is not a toy. put that down before both you and mister huang end up splattered with paint"
the stern expression and the indirect saying that he should behave or detention was enough for jaemin to scoff and lower down the tube. he shoots renjun a gare as the latter smirks at him. annoying little-
"mister na please start your painting!"
shotaro would side-eye jeno who was walking at his left. the latter wouldn't stop talking about his three cats. does he remember the name? no, he does not. but with jeno doing all the talking, it made their awkward atmosphere more bearable.
he was also trying to convince himself that he wasn't in trouble, something he isn't entirely sure of. i mean, there is a possibility that he may have done something wrong, a good mention would be talking bad about their biology teacher. but in his defense, what he said is true. their teacher was too much when it comes to giving written works.
"are you ok shotaro?" jeno had noticed how the other was being silent, nodding his head aimlessly while he talked. he wasn't offended by the fact the other may not be listening. he understood that they were awkward and that shotaro had better places to be, like his painting class. why does he know? do not ask. "do you think you know why you were called?"
"not really. i just hope that I'm not in trouble" shotaro couldn't imagine being in trouble to the point that he was called to the principal's office. one thing if ever he was was that his position as a troupe member would be on a string. their coach specified during their orientations that one warning from the principal would kick them off. unreasonable but their troupe had a name to uphold.
