Dream Launch

What Can I Do?

Jaemin's hands gripped the straps of his backpack, rocking back and forth on his heels as he stood in front of the garden wall by the outside of his school, waiting for his best friend to finally get to school.

He scoffed in annoyance as he saw Donghyuck, their school's resident heartthrob walk past him with his head down and a group of girls following after him and squealing at his every move. He was at least glad to see that Donghyuck was as irritated by the situation as he was, earphones in as he quickened his pace.

A smile quickly took over his face as he saw the telltale blond hair that only belonged to one person in this school, bobbing as it ran up to him, "Junnie, come here."

The two smiled at each other and Jaemin wrapped his arm around the older's shoulder as they caught up, not having seen each other over the weekend as he was grounded and his mother didn't even allow him to see his best friend of over 10 years.

He showed Renjun the paper he had in his bag that held the bound pages with his music project written all over it. He was tasked to create a song and had reached out to his older brother's best friend (who was a professional yet underground rapper) to help him with the lyrical components.

Their teacher for the first class of the day had sent them an email to inform them of her being too sick to show so the two decided to stick together under the large tree in the middle of the courtyard that had sort of become their safe haven.

Donghyuck entered his Mathematics classroom, the three girls still on his tail and even as he took his seat, they flanked him. He stopped himself from slamming his forehead into his desk and just simply put his head on his desk, closing his eyes in hopes for some semblance of sleep.

Mark, seeing how tired the younger male was, looked away from his phone and over to the girls poking and prodding the half-asleep boy, started talking to them, "Can't you see he's tired? Lay off him."

One of the girls, whose name Mark really couldn't bother to have remembered, snapped her head towards him and instantly sneered, "Shut up yang-nom. You wouldn't have even been at this school if it wasn't for your dad."

He felt anger flare through him but, trying to be a pacifist, he just laughed instead as he watched her get more upset at how he just laughed off her very serious threat, threatening within gestures to decapitate him if he interrupted them again.

Fucking whatever, Mark chuckled to himself, going back to scrolling through random Snapchat stories, watching paint dry is more interesting than you crazy bitches.

The three started to get louder and he couldn't help himself, pushing his chair back and revelling in the way they cringed at the loud noise and pocketing his phone, walking straight out of the back door of the class. He could skip if he wanted to.

As he left, he could still hear them behind him going, "Yeah, walk away, filthy halfa." He decided not to sink to their level, they could be jerks all they wanted but he wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of a response.

Donghyuck lifted his head up and looked around the classroom, seeing the girls busy yelling about something he was too tired to care about, he just got up and decided he would spend today in the nurse's office, sleeping off whatever headache was about to come on. Unfortunately, as if they could sense his every movement, the girls started trailing after him again.

"Donghyuck-oppa, are you getting sick?"

"Donghyuckie, you should take better care of yourself, we get worried for you."

"Yeah oppa, get the sleep you need."

He was just thankful they were keeping their distance, words nice but hands kept to themselves, afraid of catching whatever they thought he had.