𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ¦ 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮 ✔

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟞: Bikes.

The volume of the classroom bloomed with laughter and continuous chitter chatter. The elegant golden hue of sunshine flooded in through the windows, painting the room with ethereal textures and tones. Written pages were flicked. Pens were thrown. Doodles were drawn. Happiness and gossip sprawled amongst those walls. Not a cloud inhabited the oceanic sky as the sun magnificently blossomed. The prickling emerald leaves gently carressed the surface of the windows. An innocent humming of birds twinkled in the air. 

Beomgyu was leaned against his desk as his caramel locks shadowed his forward. His mouth moved as he spoke to his friend, Taehyun, who was joyfully chatting away with him. The air felt heavy and dense of nothing but Summer and enrichment of cheer. Not a worry buzzed in the atmosphere. 

Beomgyu eyes popped out of his skull and went out in an out burst of giggles.
"So you're telling me you and-"
He tried to catch his breath from laughing.
"You might like the Kawai Ruka, the new Japanese kid?"

Taehyun rolled his eyes and huffed.
"Will you quit it already?"
He crossed his arms sternly.
"You never know, she could be the one-"
Before he could even let out another breath, Beomgyu just burst out laughing again. He gave him a bored look and glared at him.
"Hyung, you're an actual nuisance"

Beomgyu immediately help back his laugh whilst biting his lips and having the biggest smile on his face. 
"Okay okay, I'll stop"
He was practically fighting demons. He then tapped Taehyun on the shoulder.
"I'm sure- Pfft I'm sure you'll win her over"

Taehyun grew tired and smacked him in the head. Then, a sudden topic appeared into the midst of his mind.
"Wait, I was meaning to ask you about you and-"












































"Yeonjun!"
































The name rung through the walls and buzzed against Beomgyu's ear drums. The devil himself strolled into the room, completely unfazed. A wave of golden luminance glittered upon his glinting cheeks. He was lazily scrolling through his phone when he was greeted heavily by a friend who yelled his name obnoxiously earlier. Beomgyu watched closely as Yeonjun patted the boy's back reluctantly and immediately approached his seat near the window. The elder flickered his eyes upon Beomgyu's doe ones and just sat down, making no further contact.

Beomgyu, however, for some reason, felt an abrupt coat of redness paint the icy speckled skin on his cheeks. Why was Yeonjun's stare that flattering? It shouldn't be. Beomgyu carefully examined how Yeonjun fixed the white earphones properly into his ears and slumped his bag down lazily onto the ground prior to grabbing his books and pens out from the depths of his black bag and placing them neatly on the table. However, for a split second, Yeonjun turned his head and his frosty gaze landed on Beomgyu staring with which the younger reacted by hastily turning away his head and facing anything but Yeonjun.

He could practically feel Yeonjun's scoff followed by his signature sly smirk. Almost as if he were whispering mischievously into the crevices of his neck. Taehyun was genuinely drilling holes into Yeonjun's head with his cunning stare. Whatever was going on, it was-















"Alright, kids! Settle down!" 

Next time, Choi Beomgyu.

An ethereal middle aged woman with night shade tinted locks and a slim fitting black dress walked in holding a clump of books and settled them down on her wooden desk before hitting the near by ruler on the surface of it to grab the classes attention. Beomgyu leaped over to his allocated desk which happened to be next to his beloved friend, Ryujin. They happily waved at each other as they sat themselves down.

However, Beomgyu's trailed every carved head in the room until his caramel pupils sunk into the back of Yeonjun's skull. He was bopping his head serenely and it was almost as Beomgyu could every slice of rhythm the music portrayed even without hearing it. However, his enervated surveillance towards the front once the woman's voice erupted along the walls.

"Listen up!"
The whole entire class was casted with an overshadow or silence. She sighed and continued.
"First of all, I would like to wish you a very good afternoon"
The woman smiled once the class responded with a polite yet loud 'Good afternoon, Mrs Lee'. She took another breath before continuing.
"The head of the wellbeing department suggested, since you are leaving quite soon as you are in senior year-"
She immediately huffed when the whole classed roared with cheers but then died down immediately when she began to glare.
"As I was saying, the head, Mr Bang kindly suggested that we are to assign you a project in which you are required to write an essay about anyone in this school, anonymous and must be all positive things and present it to the class, now may I say that is not compulsory but it is a way to close of the year, if you are to so you must-"















































Over a thousand names bounded upon every vertices of Yeonjun's head yet none of them seemed special enough. The rest of the words spewed by Mrs Lee were a complete horizontal blur causing him to execute a thousand thoughts. His swarthy bronze orbs drizzled their sight upon every head resting in the class nonetheless felt no spark. However, he then slightly twisted his head and his glimmering pupils flickered on the glamorous young boy who had the most beaming smile drawn on his lips.

As soon as he was about to turn away and laugh to himself, Beomgyu's eyes danced upon Yeonjun's gaze and they locked eyes for a moment for Beomgyu sassily mouthed 'What?' with his lips causing the older to roll his eyes and turn away with a slight smile.

A short while later, as everyone began to take out their textbooks, something quite substantial collided with the rear end of Yeonjun's cranium causing him to wince and flinch ever so slightly. He turned around and rubbed the back of sculp, eyeing everyone when his vision landed on a crumpled piece of snowy white paper laying solemn on the floor. He bent down ever so slightly from his seat and picked it up before unravelling it between his fingers and examining every letter trailed by pen on the page.