Lee Minho is the smartest student with a charismatic appearance who doesn't have many friends as he is always too busy being enlightened to gratify his parents.
He hates Han Jisung from the core of his heart, a mediocre student who appeared to be a...
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"Aghhh why did the crow choose to poop on me??"
It's the first day of the third year of high school. Jisung was running swiftly as he was already late.
On his way to school, a crow horrendously chose Jisung's head as its target to relieve itself on, not to mention the bit that stained his black jacket.
What an unlucky start to the day.
He reached school. While climbing up, he bumped into a familiar figure on the staircase which caused him to fall and tear his pants. Instinctively, the bump seemed deliberate to Jisung. Only to be sure the very next moment when the handsome boy said,
"Sorry, I was in a rush," with a crooked smile.
"I-It's okay," Jisung mumbled while looking at his knees bleed.
The guy then left, walking down the stairs making Jisung wonder why he would mess with Jisung. Or specifically, why he had been messing with him since the last two years. He lunged for his backpack and dashed to his classroom.
He got into the classroom with all eyes laid on him.
"Han Jisung? Late on your first day?" The teacher scolded him.
He kept looking down.
"You shall remain standing there as a punishment."
He stood at the back of the class. He heard some of the students whisper.
"Look, it's the freak."
"Who comes late on the first day?"
"I think he stumbled into a manhole." They all started cackling.
Undoubtedly, a terrible way to start the day.
That's when another familiar face entered. The newcomer was about to take his seat.
"HEY!"
He was startled by the roaring sound.
"What do you think you're doing? Stand beside him," the teacher said, making him roll his eyes.
Jisung looked at him. It was the same guy he had bumped. He gave Jisung a What-Are-You-Looking-At look with annoyance.
Only then did the teacher's eyes squint on the attendance paper.
"Lee Minho?" The teacher's eyes brightened as soon as he read the name. "The top student, you are. You should've told me before."
Minho let out a proud chuckle pushing his glasses up.
"If I'm not wrong, the principal called you since you were promoted to third year with the highest grades. What did he say?" The teacher wiggled his eyebrows.
"He told me to keep up the good work," Minho said smiling.
"Keeping up as in remaining first? Because you can't go any higher than that," the teacher let out a windshield-wiper laugh as he found his own joke ridiculous.
"You can laugh at funny things. Why don't you laugh?" He asked the class.
Everyone laughed awkwardly as the joke. wasn't. funny.
"Okay, take your seat," he said, smiling at Minho but he became serious as soon as he turned to Jisung. "And you, you should consider yourself lucky because you're taking your seat thanks to Minho."
Minho smugged to Jisung, attempting to make the latter enraged. But to his surprise, Jisung's heartfelt expression seemed like he really considered himself lucky, not minding Minho's contempt. They took their seats next to each other as the desks were double seaters and they were the last pair to arrive.
Minho again sighed in disbelief and angst when he perceived Jisung would be his desk mate throughout the WHOLE year since they had to sit according to the seating arrangement that day.
Jisung took out his phone and texted his mother.
"Mom, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me. I am indeed very lucky. Despite being late, I didn't get punished thanks to a classmate. It'll be another great school year!"
He hesitantly pressed the send button, relieving a heavy sigh.
During lunchtime. Jisung took more food than it seemed he could eat because he was pretty skinny with an impressively slim waist.
He sat at a table in a secluded corner. He glanced all over the cafeteria cautiously, pondering if anyone was watching him. He then took advantage of the opportunity and snuck some food into his lunch box.
He definitely wasn't contented. He felt guilty and wanted to die rather than practically stealing food from his school. But he had no choice either. He was enduring the agony only for a distinctive reason.
The reason why he felt both endowed and confounded.
[:
Minho was going through his books at his desk in the classroom when out of nowhere two classmates approached him. Minho looked up, preparing himself for the absurd utterance he would have to go through because they were the only lifeless students who would sneer at him at every scope they got.
"Ah Lee Minho, studying even during the break?" He said in a contemptuous tone.
Minho shrugged, still minding his own business.
"What about your deskmate? Is he mute?" He said with a smirk- knowing what he would bring up.
"I don't know. I haven't spoken to him yet."
"Even though he seems like a creep, he gets good grades you know?" He said the main thing for which he had brought up Jisung in the conversation.
"And always beats Minho at Math," the other guy added and they both burst out laughing.
Minho gritted his teeth as it only added insult to his injury and reminded him precisely the reason why he found Jisung intolerable. Although Minho was overall the best student, he would always get beaten at math by Jisung and end up dashing the hopes of his parents.
It always made his blood boil that he was so diligent in his studies, yet some stupid fellow beat him.
He eventually looked up at him and snapped.
"At least he scores highest in Maths. Which subject do you get top grades in?"
"You're no fun." He rolled his eyes.
Minho contemplated for a moment why he despised Jisung when they were the ones worthy of hatred.
Right then, Jisung stepped into the classroom. The guy glanced at Jisung, then at Minho, and left flashing Minho one last grin.
Jisung took his seat. Minho was seeking a chance to talk to Jisung, anticipating Jisung would ditch him for always being rude to him.
"Where do you learn Math?" He eventually asked.
"You mean an academy or something?" He asked looking at him with big round doe eyes.
This is what made Minho dislike Jisung even more. Regardless of how impolite Minho would act, Jisung would always conduct himself properly to Minho.
"I mean just to let you know, you're not good at Math, your tutor is. It's crazy your teacher teaches better than mine." Minho scoffed.
Jisung shrugged looking down. This was probably the first proper conversation that they ever had.
A few hours passed by and school was over. They were getting out of school. Jisung was right behind Minho. He wanted to respond to Minho's question that he asked earlier.
Before he could proceed towards Minho, a black car pulled over a little farther than the school. Minho sprinted to the car and hopped in. Jisung watched him from afar, sighing, wondering how lavish his life was, entirely opposite to Jisung's.
