jeon jeongguk couldn't wonder more! how could perfectionist kim namjoon could've an asshole cousin like kim taehyung? it was notifying how much he liked one & despised the other. well feelings were mutual in hate's case.
until one of the them start...
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Here he was, sitting proudly with his bald head shining like a fucking moon beneath all the dyed heads, pasting the fakest smile of the century on his lymph stored illuminating face.
He couldn't help but to curse his principal in this situation where on a literal note he was sweating his palm as he was next to act like an scientist on the carpeted stage all because of his principal's last moment announcement.
And the class president being before him didn't help much as he practically was doing experiments like some pro who had been practicing it since he was inside his mother's womb. He couldn't help but to curse class president as well.
God, he wanted to fucking ran away like Usain Bolt even if he appeared like an impregnated duck while copying his speed. The salted liquid that seeped from his hair was damping his temples despite him standing in an air-conditioned room as he swung his feet while he waited for his turn.
He wished some apocalypse to occur right this moment albeit him being in danger. He rather will choose to die by a good-looking zombie instead of the immense embarrassment.
Round of applause filled the cold environment of the auditorium when the class president completed presenting his project ever so gracefully. Jeongguk wondered what he'd get after finishing his? Probably rotten tomatoes or aged eggs?
He could practically imagine himself from his vivid mind between the mess of tomatoes looking like some gross waste-man from some so-called thrill movie.
He climbed up the stairs as some students arranged the table again for him. Why? Hepositioned himself beneath the desk as he introduced himself, "Good Morning..."
After he was finished introducing, he grabbed the eye protection and other safety equipment and wore it. And he didn't knew what to do next. Fuck.
Fortunately, he prompted himself to carry out the first experiments he learned yesterday. He passed, thankfully.
However while doing the next, he basically fucked up having a blanked mind no more comprehending about his actions as he mixed whichever solutions that came in his hold. Although he didn't knew how that potion he created, extinguished with vigorous heat that came out along.
After, he didn't knew after for how long he listened as the resonated claps echoed in the space of his eardrums as he walked towards the back-stage leaving the blue lighted auditorium.
He landed his gaze on the CCTV connected television showing the most perfect being on its blurry screen carrying out his performance effortlessly.
Namjoon was practically perfect who deserved the best. He on the other pole basically was the largest loser who couldn't even accomplish doing a single thing without messing up in between with his clumsy self.
They were no match at all, even if he succeeded winning over Namjoon's heart, they wouldn't even last for days. He'd probably get tired with the younger, flatly not achieving anything in the last but a brutal heartbreak.
