the x talk! ↷ haobin

two.

zhanghao.

"give. it. back." he says, with a very fierce look that was supposed to make me feel like i'm threatened but really it just makes me laugh.

it's saturday! a not-so-productive day for me. which is why my friend, woongki, dragged me to his place so i can be his fashionova king for the entire afternoon.

"no, when's the last time you wore this? you'll look like that orange furball from the lorax." i said, stuffing the ridiculous neon orange sweater inside the plastic where the 'woongki do not need these anymore' pile is stored.

after giving me glare #5, he decided to let it go and rummages through the drawers again.

he fishes out a leather jacket with rhinestones and tassels at the bottom, they were gold too. i managed to stifle my laugh as i tried imagining him with that. plus a cowboy hat.

"is your horse parked outside?" i say, finally bursting into laughter as i watched him dig it himself at the plastic bag.

i heard him trying to tell me to stop laughing, so i did and wiped the tears. "okay mate," i said, imitating the weirdest cowboy accent which ended up making him laugh as well.

"i think that's about it. i got rid of my old stuffs, and i'll just put these online and hope someone would buy."

he ties and throws the plastic bag beside his laundry basket.

"ooh ooh! how much for the jacket mister?" i said, still keeping my accent and following him out of the room.

woongki went straight to the kitchen where the knife is full on-sight.

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"hey, good morning." i entered history class ten minutes early. just enough time for me to check if i have my materials and get them tidy on the table.

beside me was a near drifting to sleep kuanjui, who i assumed didn't have that much sleep considering the dark circles under his eye. i nudged to call for his attention.

"you good? class doesn't start until another 20 minutes, you know how he's always late. i can wake you up if you like." i said, wanting to be a good friend.

he shakes his head and yawned. "i'm wide awake, don't worry. how are you though?"

"i'm alright, just didn't have breakfast today but that's it. i don't think i have any missings, you?" i was talking about school works. normally, me and jui would always be sticking together whenever there would be groupings or paired assignments. he's fun and also smart.

his eyebrows furrowed, a small pout forming on his lips. "why didn't you eat? you wanna grab something real quick?" he asks.

i flashed him a smile and shook my head. 10 more minutes and mr johnny mc-history's gonna arrive and i surely do not want to be locked out.

i roamed my eyes around the classroom. chaotic as usual, but something's missing...

just before my mind could even process who, the door opens, revealing mr. johnny mc-history. behind him trails an outcast, outsider, out-of-my-life-please student. name: sung hanbin.

i rolled my eyes. what a teacher's pet. i choose to ignore it, grabbing my book and flipping the pages as soon as i saw him drawing close.

he sits behind me in every class i'm starting to think he has a thing for my keratin treatment hair.

"good morning, sunshine!" what a menace. i looked up to see him grinning, an annoying grin that i want to just rip out of his face.

"aw now you've ruined my day. get behind me, sung." i dismissed him, not wanting to yet again have another bicker. last time it ended, i got a balding spot due to stress that i was convinced the furs from woongki's neon sweater would be a good substitute for hair.

a giggle escaped his lips, right before he went behind him and high-fived gunwook, the guy sitting beside him.

the class started eventually, making the noise quiet down a bit.

"hey zhang, do you have a pen i can borrow? i lost mine."

for the past 15 minutes, he's been bothering me with his nonsense questions- making me lose focus in class. beside me's a sleeping kuanjui, who drifted off to sleep exactly after our professor opened his mouth.

since he was behind, i had to lay back a bit. "you enter a class without a ballpen? pick someone else to bother, sung. i'm busy." i whisper-shouted, if that's a word.

he didn't seem to buy it. 4 minutes passed and he poked my back again, making me grit my teeth and fish out a ballpen just so he can shut up.

"take it and die," i said, looking back and tossing a ballpen at him and gunwook's desk.

"i was about to ask if you're usually cranky at this hour so i can be more annoying the next time we're together,"

"i'm not cranky, you're just stupid-"

"is there something you'd like to share here with us in the class, mr. sung and mr. zhang?" oh no. mr johnny mc-history. i should attach 'mc-history and cranky' in the end.

i quickly look back to shake my head, though as what i can see from his face- he's not gonna take in this smile. so i quickly pressed my lips in a thin line. i can hear gunwook snickering behind as well as a faint kick below the desk, probably from hanbin.

"i'd very much appreciate it if you can take your personal matters outside. it seemed like you have something very important going on." shit. shit. shit.

this is my first time ever, i can feel all eyes on me and on hanbin. even kuanjui who just woke up and decided to ask me what's wrong.

before mr. johnny mc-history and cranky could even open his mouth for another embarrassment, i stood up and packed my backs. "take notes for me, please," i whisper over kuanjui, who still seems confused.

i hurried out of the class, my head down and ignoring the hole-boring stares of my classmates following me. as soon as i got out, i clicked my tongue and waited for him to get out.

"this is your fault! don't come near me ever, all you do is bring trouble!" i said. thankfully every rooms here are sound proof on both sides, the teachers have a big mouth.

"woah chill, the class is done anyways, you're not gonna miss anything."

"still! you are annoying and i don't like seeing your face, find someone else to bother, you airhead!" i say, right before storming towards my next class so i can be here twice as early.

maybe i can clean up the entire class or stick a paper on my forehead with the words 'loser' and 'kicked out' in red ink. as i was angry-walking, i could still hear him calling for my name. though i just ignored him and went through.

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aaah hello x) good bye !