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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Jeongguk shouldn't be this excited over something that appealed this silly.
Perhaps why wouldn't he when he was just few moments away to hit his spot with Namjoon for the first time ever. It was something in his stomach that was continuously twisting to and fro and he was sure it wasn't at all about his eating. He very well knew what it was: waves of nervousness stirred with exhilarating salts of his oh-so hopes.
When he saw Namjoon entering the classroom, he knew it wasn't like he would sit beside him the very first moment but God was he wrong? No, he wasn't. Still he saw how the older gestured him something, more like a "oh dude I've your certificate" smile.
His smile. He wasn't sure if he'd enough ability to actually descript the affects he suffered from after having a view of it. Of his favorite smile. But, seemingly he'd the passion from which maybe by little probability he could describe somehow. But it wasn't like there was any quiz going on about the regarding topic. If there were he might've aced or failed simply.
"Mr. Jeon, I'm sure it's not the time to day dream," his chemistry teacher stated as he motioned him to stand up. "Can you ever manage to actually concentrate?"
"I can. Of course. Actually I was focusing," he emphasized shattering some vowels in between because he was doing anything but the thing he blurted out there. "I just can't understand what...you're teaching." And right it's the time to daydream because it's the daytime.
He didn't miss the way Mr. Won offended, his furrowed thick brows and scoffing attitude was enough for the explanation. "Right, you can't. When you're missing your brain."
He didn't hate Mr. Won, at least not until he was being a pain like right now. He could never comprehend amount of times when Mr. Won had accomplished making him felt like the biggest useless being to ever exist when never in the world he ever wanted to be someone's target in this way but seemed like not everything you wanted; you got. "And about your yesterday's performance, I'm sure you also know it wasn't that good."
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm trying to improve." He could feel whole class attention towards him and it wasn't the type of the fame anyone wished to be a part of. Unlike, it was the type of attention that sealed your every other emotions behind the ungodly cage, leaving embarrassment behind only.
"You should try harder. I can't say anything about your future kid." He knew it, of course he would when he listened to this specific sentence more than those Tiktok trending audios. He wasn't sure either, he was just so lost in his life. Sometimes he wished to just disappear whenever this certain thought entered his mind like he couldn't quite imagine himself working a job or any sort of work.
Whenever he tried to pit point, it was just blank. Totally hollow.
"Just sit and focus." He commanded looking over him like he was some kind of a shame for him, like he never really mattered. Did he ever...mattered?
