Am I lost?

Friends, bullies and brownies.

After the lunch break, they had a free period. Woojin, ever the opportunist, decided to catch up on some sleep, using Minho's shoulder as a pillow. Minho, on the other hand, was in his element, carefully listening to the girls' conversations to gather some fresh gossip.

No one really understood Minho's fascination with gossip, and it only added to the odd perception of the duo. They were seen as quite the pair: Woojin, the introvert who barely spoke, and Minho, the extrovert who only talked about gossip.

As Woojin dozed off, Minho's ears perked up at an interesting conversation nearby.

"Did you hear about the new student?" one girl whispered excitedly.

"Yeah, apparently he's from a really rich family," another girl replied.

Minho's eyes gleamed with interest. "Ooh, juicy," he muttered under his breath.

Woojin stirred slightly, mumbling in his sleep. Minho gave him a gentle nudge. "Yah, don't drool on me," he whispered, earning a soft snore in response.

The girls continued their chatter, oblivious to Minho's eavesdropping.

"I heard he's really handsome too," one of the girls said.

"Do you think he'll join any clubs?" another asked.

Minho smirked, already piecing together the details for his next gossip session. He glanced down at Woojin, who was blissfully unaware of the world around him.

"Typical Woojin," Minho thought, shaking his head with a fond smile.

Their free period was a perfect microcosm of their friendship: Woojin catching some much-needed rest, and Minho indulging in his guilty pleasure of gossip. Despite their differences, they complemented each other in a way that made their friendship work seamlessly.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the free period, Minho gently nudged Woojin awake. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead. We've got class."

Woojin groggily lifted his head, rubbing his eyes. "Did you get any good gossip?" he asked, half-jokingly.

Minho grinned. "Always. I'll fill you in later."

With that, they headed to their next class, ready to face whatever the rest of the day had in store for them.

Minho stared at the equation on the board like it was written in an alien language. “Ma’am, did we even start this lesson?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine confusion.

The teacher sighed dramatically and launched into a familiar rant. “This class never ceases to amaze me with its lack of attention! You know, the other class is so much better…”

As she continued to rap about how her other class was superior, the students exchanged weary glances. Internally, they all thanked whatever deity was listening as the bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson and rescuing them from further humiliation.

Minho trudged back to his seat, looking like a steamed dumpling. “Why do we even bother coming to this class?” he muttered to Woojin as they packed up their things.

“Hey, at least it’s over now,” Woojin replied, clapping him on the back. “Let’s get out of here before she remembers there’s homework.”

They quickly gathered their belongings and made a beeline for the door. The hallway was bustling with students eager to escape the confines of their classrooms and head home. Woojin and Minho navigated through the crowd, heading towards their lockers.

“Do you think the girl from earlier is okay?” Minho asked, suddenly remembering the incident from lunch.

“I hope so,” Woojin replied. “I told her to stand up for herself. But I think we should keep an eye out, just in case.”