Metal

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It's days like these Sehun feels as though he absolutely cannot go to school. He wakes up in his luxury double bed, much bigger than someone his size needs. The pillows are a mess, the blankets are strewn all over the place, and he's stuck in a rather strange sleeping position. He wakes up a few minutes before his alarm clock can begin that obnoxious beeping noise and he quickly shuts it off before dragging himself into a sitting position.

A hot shower is a must, and after he's out, wearing a gray t-shirt, loose sweatpants and a small towel around his neck, he feels tempted to ask his parents if he could just stay home today. However, his dad is shut in in his office, his mom is already out at work, and he's fairly certain they would not approve of his choice. He sighs, deciding to skip breakfast, and heads to his room to change into his uniform. 

"Good morning, Sehun." Mr. Kim, his driver, bows to him with a smile. The young boy returns it and bids him good morning. 

Oh Sehun is a spoiled brat, to say the least. He's not extremely warm to most people, except maybe Mr. Kim and Jongin, his best friend (who also happens to be Mr. Kim's son). He gets top grades, he's an absolute star at sports, he's got the looks of a prince, and the physique of a professional model. (In fact, he's dabbled in modeling a couple times, but it wasn't an extremely interesting occupation in his opinion. He eventually quit.) He's quite ideal, quite perfect. Except that personality of his. 

He arrives at school, a prestigious private academy his dad happens to be the chairman of. Almost everyone that passes him greets him, but he seldom even glances back at these other students. He thinks himself the best of the best, or rather, he is the best of the best. And there's no question about it. Being an only child, his parents had pressed him to be the epitome of perfection in his generation and he wouldn't let anyone take his place. He held a lot of pride in his "position" as number 1 in the school, despite being only a sophomore. 

As he walks into his class, the room seems to hush down and all eyes are on him until he takes his seat at the far back corner of the room. Kim Jongin turns and leans towards him with that teasing smirk of his. "Mornin' Sehun-ah." He sits in the seat in front of Sehun, both of them favoring the window view they have of the entrance of the school. 

Sehun is somewhat of a prodigy. He was the youngest in his entire class, having skipped a grade or two (he couldn't even remember anymore). He leans back in his seat and stares at the other boy. His best friend, Jongin, has this messy look to him today. His tie is a little loose, his dark brown curls are all over the place, and his shirt a little rumpled. But he always had that glimmer in his eye, and even though he was much more sunken in poverty than Sehun's family, Sehun found himself comfortable with the other boy. Jongin tends to get fairly high on tests, always scoring in the top ten range, but he had this uncaring attitude that made Sehun think maybe he was just naturally smart. Jongin, barely a few months older than Sehun himself, liked to treat Sehun like a dongsaeng, or a little sibling. Sehun's pride would usually reject this treatment, but he doesn't mind so much today. Today, he feels like being a little pampered. 

"Jongin, can you get me a coffee?" Sehun thrusts a few bills lazily into the other boy's outstretched hand. Jongin had already been expecting this; he'd seen the way Sehun's eyes lacked their usual energy, and this sometimes happened on days like this. The outside weather was cloudy and grey, a dreary contrast to what it would usually be in this season. Sehun finds himself often affected by weather conditions like this, and he could barely concentrate on keeping his typical cold and uncaring facade. Jongin also had the responsibility of taking care of Sehun at school -- a job given to him by his father's boss, and his father. Jongin rustles Sehun's hair before standing up and jogging to the vending machine to get the younger boy's request. He makes it back in the nick of time, sparing just a few minutes for Sehun to finish off the drink before class could start.