𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃I one shots

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Hyosan high school was a fine place.

It wasn't ideal. No school was ideal, if you thought about it. The core problem would always be people. People were mean, people bullied, people insulted. People were teachers who didn't care enough, people were students who lacked empathy, people were the higher-ups in charge of the educational system, people were the ones who turned away from the worst parts of the school.

But people were also your friends, for a few.

The sun was shining on Hyosan. today. It was bright and glowing, announcing the beginning of summer. You ran through the entrance of the school, laughing hysterically as Gyeongsu chased behind you.

"Come back here, you fucker!" he yelled breathlessly, desperately trying to reach out his hand to grab your backpack. You dodged each and every of his attempts at doing so, while laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. You accidentally bumped into someone and excused yourself, before continuing to run.

"Sun hee!" you heard Daesu yell. You looked over your shoulder and nodded in response. He grinned and pointed towards you. "He took a shortcut!"

"Huh?" you exhaled out a bit loudly, staring at him in confusion as you slowed down a bit. Suddenly, someone grabbed your backpack and pulled you backwards.

You turned around and came to an abrupt stop in your steps, realizing you were now faced with Gyeongsu. He was panting, holding onto both of your shoulders as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up at you. "You!"

"What?!" you exclaimed. He pointed his index finger in the middle of your face and you moved back.

"You stole my fucking breakfast!"

"You call that your breakfast?" you scoffed, holding up a bag of chips, "Because I call it my breakfast!"

As soon as the words left your mouth, you ran off in another direction, ignoring his yelling behind you. You moved through the hallways of the school easily, turning every corner you'd see until you'd find your classroom. 

When the sign of class 2-5 came into your field of view, you took a sudden turn into the room and ran to your desk. You caught a glimpse of Gyeongsu as you hid the bag of chips under your desk, before casually leaning your head on your hand, arms crossed over the desk.

"You little–"

"Quiet down, please." Namra said, and you both turned to her. She was holding one earbud in her hand as she sighed. You both nodded and muttered an apology, before slowly turning back towards your desk. You looked at eachother and you tried not to burst out laughing. Gyeongsu grabbed the chair of the seat in front of yours and pulled it closer to your desk, sitting on it and crossing his arms on the back of it. You pulled out your things from your backpack and ignored his intense stare.

"What."

"My breakfast."

"Nope."

He swatted the side of your head and you scoffed exaggeratingly. "Is this how you treat your best friend?"