𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻: Seungkwan x Svt

birthdays are shit | gyuboo

Seungkwan never cared about his birthday. Not a thought came rushing to him to celebrate it. Why would he when the vagina he was pushed out of couldn't be there for him for years?

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He drags himself to school. Today, people who knew him would act all sweet and wish him with their fake sweet sickening voices.

He forcefully holds up a smile, muttering a small thank you. He needs to do the favor back.

"Happy birthday boo!" The familiar voice makes him effortlessly smile, not faked but genuine.

"Thanks, mingyu" Seungkwan chuckles, when the taller's hug is a little too tight and slapped mingyu's arm once seungkwan freed himself from the suffocating hug.

"Anyways, what's your plan for today?" He perks his eyebrows up, acting curious. He knew what the other wanted to say, the exact words with the tone.

"I don't celebrate. You know it" Seungkwan grumbles.

"Whatever, be ready by 4"

Seungkwan is aware even if he doesn't, mingyu will barge into his home and mercilessly drag him out of there, leaving him no choice but to say yes.

They part ways for the first class of the day.

Atleast biology isn't shit. Seungkwan thinks.

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The school was coming to an end for the day. It was monday afternoon, and no one had planned on staying back because school on mondays always felt like shit and would always be. And seungkwan was one of them who would agree.

He clicked his locker open, placing the wanted books in his bag and leaving the rest. His eyes catch a familiar paper lying under the heavy books. He pulls it out carefully.

Seungkwan stares at the paper for a while. The words written didn't make any sense, and he wondered if he was high or on full-on drugs to write his emotions on a piece of paper.

He was never the one to write his emotions on paper. He did not believe it would help him, simply calling it a waste of time. Instead, talking or venting out was what he preferred.

He walks outside his school alone, knowing mingyu has to attend his extra classes to maintain his portfolio.

I'm a senior I need to start taking up extracurricular activities.

Seungkwan playfully rolled his eyes, aware of how promising mingyu could be with his words.

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Seungkwan worked on the new essay he was assigned to write. This essay had a chair dependent on it no way he could lose it. He needed to prove he was capable of something.

The essay was on health autonomy, and seungkwan couldn't write any better than what he wrote. His father had helped him with topics to write about since he was a health advocate.

seungkwan was grateful to have his father, who managed to be with seungkwan as a mother figure. His father would always be the first one for him to vent his feelings. He appreciated it when his father wouldn't give bits of advice. He was grateful.

"seungkwan, mingyu is here!" seungkwan snapped out of his thoughts, realizing it was past 4. He rushed his way downstairs.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry!" He grabs his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder.