Toxic 𖤈 ∫ JaemJen

𖤈 Chapter Sixty-Seven: Friendly Fire

"We will be having another activity today," groans and whines almost instantly fills the classroom after Mr. Kang announces that.

Rolling his eyes, he ignores his students and proceeds to say, "it's quick and easy, stop whining. Would you all rather do this or let me lecture you the whole period?"

Hearing his students sigh as they quieted down, some of them still muttering under their breaths. He was still satisfied of the reaction.

Because honestly, he also does not want to lecture them today. He has paperwork to finish too you know.

Explaining to them on what they all have to do, he then asks if anyone has any questions. Then picking one of the students in the fourth row, the girl kindly asks.

"Will this activity be by groups or individual, Sir Kang?"

Pondering in thought, he shrugs his shoulders before smiling faintly. "It will be by pairs," pausing to look at their predictable reactions, he snorts.

"The choice is up to you, just please be quiet and get some work done. I will be grading your characteristics as well, remember that."

Leaving them to it, he takes a seat on his teacher's desk at the front of the classroom and begins to do his own paperwork.

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"Do you want to pair up?"

Jeno widens his eyes, freezing for a moment on his seat before raising a brow at the elder boy.

He doesn't know if he's dreaming or this is actually happening, regardless, he's shocked.

"Are you sure you're asking the right person?"

The elder boy huffs through his nostrils, "I'm very sure, Lee Jeno."

"May I ask why me?" Jeno interrogates a bit more, he's curious alright?

"Everyone else had already picked their partners, and I know you're pretty good at essays and stories." The elder boy elaborates with no hesitation.

For most people, they would think it was planned; had already thought about what he would say to Jeno.

But the brunet boy himself knows it was all genuine.

Despite the frown, furrowed eyebrows that makes his forehead crease and the added attempt of sassiness in his voice, the eyes says otherwise.

Those very familiar eyes he used to stare at almost every day, giving him a nostalgic feeling that sends shivers down his spine.

Nonetheless, curling his lips into a sweet smile, he gestures to an empty chair nearby and pats on the other side if the table.

"Then come on, what ideas do you have in mind, Renjun?"

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Jaemin crosses his arms as he stares blankly on the gymnasium floor.

He's bored as hell and not to mention tired. Having those two together at the same time is just plain torture.