Distant Luminosity | Hanjoo

Chapter Two

"Aw man, you got paired up with that freak?" Hyosang laughed, throwing the ball back up and catching it again.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked, pausing on my food because I was rather curious.

Sanggyun, the ultimate dude to dig up information, that usually is false, spoke through a mouth full of noodles, "Apparently, he has this big sex drive and fucked about eleven people in this school."

Even though I didn't believe him, I pretended to as I bit into some bread, "Interesting."

"He likes to fake, too. He seems like this innocent little boy at first, but then out of school, he changes completely."

Hyosang added, "Perfect example of a man slut-"

"That's enough." Sehyuk was grimacing to Hyosang.

He laughed, catching the ball he continuously threw in the air, "What's the matter? Your heart too sensitive for my jokes?"

Sehyuk only rolled his eyes, going back to his food.

As always, Sehyuk knows his boundaries. He'll do something fucked, but would stop when it starts to get harmful to someone. It's the same way when the guys begin to gossip. I don't think I've ever heard Sehyuk open his mouth during those times, unless it was to stop them. 

And that's why I don't mind being around him as much as the others.

Hyosang threw the ball at the back of someone's head, probably bored because 'Sehyuk ruined the fun again'. Obviously a teacher saw it as they called out Hyosang's name. He only cackled and slowly walked to the teacher's destination.

I'm pretty sure Sanggyun was dying; he was laughing so hard, he couldn't even breathe.

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Finally, it was the end of the day and psychology is always my last period. Mr. Taeyang was giving us about a month and a half to finish the project, but he gave us the entire class to work on it. He told everyone honestly that it was because he just didn't feel like teaching today, which is understandable.

I scooted my desk to Hansol before trying to discuss the plans for our project.

"So, what do you want to do for this?"

He shrugged, whispering, "Maybe the drawing, uh..."

"Oh, sure," I said, aware of what he was trying to say. I tried to stay nice, but not show too much of my true side. That was pretty hard, but I managed.

I pulled out a few sheets of lined paper from my binder, but Hansol already got sketch paper from his own. I smiled, "you like to draw, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I'm not really good."

I lightly hit his arm, though he flinched, "I bet you draw great, don't say that about yourself."

He shrugged, beginning to draw out a sketch.

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sorry this is a little short, but my dad is legit on his way. i'll, hopefully, post chapter three tonight when i get home or sometime later when i get some time.

ciao for now! (▼ω▼)ﾉ