"If you turn into a fairy, you'll die, Beomgyu."
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Fate always has a soft spot for star crossed lovers. Though, when the stars dim out and darkness flickers now and then, that soft spot eventually turns suffocating for fate itself. But why do peopl...
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"Sunday, 26th April.
Name of Operation : Play songs while cleaning the classroom by sneaking the phones inside.
Time : 10:30 am.
Agents : Mint Choco Ice- Cream, Pineapple Pizza, Bread Guy.
Penalty in failure : None.
BUT IF YOU CAN DO THIS, I WILL TREAT YOU CONE ICE CREAM, BEOMGYU."
Beomgyu read the piece of paper held in his hands, then folded it silently. His eyes zoomed out of the classroom, to the corridor where Soobin was leaning against the wall and watching him.
Beomgyu gave a thumbs up. "Did you force Yeonjun Hyung into this?"
Soobin understood the signal. He shook his head silently. "Nope."
Beomgyu tilted his head. "Nope?"
Soobin faked a smile. "Absolutely nope."
Beomgyu mouthed without any sound. "I don't believe you."
Soobin shrugged effortlessly. "I don't care. Can we count upon you?"
Beomgyu sent him a flying kiss to which Soobin made a vomiting face. "Always."
And yes.
In a boy's school, things are a lot crazier in inside than outside.
Under the strict teachers' fang like gazes, the students are always bowing, walking slowly. Their heads low, lips shut, shirts tucked neatly inside their pants. And when those teachers pass the corridors and get out of sight- oh, what a scene gets born in Seoul Boy's High School.
"Play that one song of Blackpink!" Soobin screamed at top of his lungs from a corner of the classroom as he mopped the floor. He busy twerking. "What was the name? My love is on fireeee-"
"No, no! Magnetic, please!" Beomgyu bopped his head alongside the current song that was playing inside the room. "You, you, you, you- like it's magnetic!" he turned to Yeonjun, who was in charge of switching songs. "Please, Hyung!"
"Magnetic it is!" Yeonjun nodded excitedly.
Chaos, everywhere was chaos. It was cleaning time of the students of grade XI, class five. Twerking, swinging arms, spinning, body rolling as the ceiling was cleaned, windows were wiped, door was mopped and benches were dusted.
"I'm smarter, baby, smarter!" Beomgyu leaped up on one of the benches, enthusiastically swinging his hips as he sang with a rolled up paper. "Smarter, baby, smarter!"
