live fast, die young ~ minsung

004.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me "Why?"

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"i'll see you after class?" felix's hopeful eyes glanced over his shoulder briefly to look into the now full classroom jisung was standing in front of.

they may have gotten carried away on their little walk around the school— rather than making their way to their lessons normally.

"yeah." the mentioned boy nodded and waved the blonde down the hallway. he waited a few seconds, watching his friend disappear further along the now empty hallway and down the stairs before taking a deep breath.

jisung was now more than 7 minutes late to lesson, shaky pale hands gripped the door handle and pushed it open in the most quiet way humanly possible.

unluckily for him, the teacher's beady eyes stared right down at him menacingly, face sour and unwelcoming to his unpunctuality.

without even looking across to his peers, he could also feel their eyes devouring his appearance too.

"han jisung." his voice was simply jarring, tone cold and loud enough to resonate across the quiet classroom.

"why are you 10 minutes late to my lesson?" it was a trap, you could never win answering this sort of question.

"i—" his voice got caught up in his throat for a second,

"i wasn't sure what lesson i had..." he muttered loud enough for it to leech onto his teacher's ears.

"classic. detention after school." the middle aged man scowled and signalled for him to take a seat.

jisung rolled his eyes and muttered a chain of curse words as he walked towards his assigned seat, eyes glued to the floor in shame as a bunch subtle of snickers erupted around the classroom.

he reached his desk, and just as he was about to pull out to chair he noticed that something was on it— more like someone was in his seat. as if he wasn't pretty pissed off already, he made eye contact with the clueless boy who stared up at him judgementally.

"you're in my seat." hissed the brunette, brows furrowed at the unknown male at his assigned desk. the boy's lips turned quickly into an amused smile as he scoffed before it faltered,

"i don't see your name anywhere here." he tried. he tried.

at this point, jisung could feel his blood boil through his veins, could still feel the harsh contractions of his heart from his nerves prior to entering the classroom.

"if you looked closely, you would see that my name actually is written right there!" he gritted, pointing profoundly at the faint initials of his name that was engraved in the corner of the desk.

the boy sounded a melodic laugh, "well...that's quite pathetic, don't you think?" he cocked his head to the side, pretty face looking back up at him through his long eyelashes.

jisung noticed it again, this boy was pretty. a beauty that felt distantly familiar, was it from a dream? he couldn't quite touch upon it.

his cheeks heated in anger, fists clenched as if he was about to reach down across the table and grab at the boy's hair to slam his beautiful face down against the hard material of the desk to force some sense into him.

he was absolutely seething.

"jisung, sit down! now!" mr.kou yelled with a clenched jaw. jisung flinched at the loudness and scowled at the boy who laughed in front of his face.
"bitch..." he whispered, shuffling around to sit in the vacant seat next to the new boy whom he has grown to despise in such a short amount of time.