DANDELIONS.

No. 10

"Why do you look like a girl?"

That had been the first thing that the new Korean-American transfer student had said to anyone in particular, and of course, he said it to none other than Boo Seungkwan.

Seungkwan didn't really care about the new transfer student, despite the fact that the boy had only been there for a day and was quite new. Normally, Seungkwan would be the one who was forced to show the new students around, as he was a normally friendly person; and it wasn't that he was mean to the new transfer, no, it was just that the way that the boy introduced himself and winked made Seungkwan roll his eyes and murmur "Snake-ass white boy," under his breath, despite the fact that the boy was partially Korean, too.

Of course, though, he got stuck with the tour duty, and found himself being forced to show the boy around the school.

Oh, and he brought Jihoon along, too, his only reasoning being, "I'm not dealing with no petty snakes alone, nope, I did not leave Jeju for this, not today, satan,"

And though he lowkey didn't like the boy already, Seungkwan still treated him like a functioning, polite member of society should.

And then he had the audacity to ask why Seungkwan looked like a girl?

Seungkwan's mouth hung open at the question, turning to look at Jihoon, who had the same shocked expression on his face. "Could you, um, repeat that?"

"Yeah, sure," the boy eyed Seungkwan up and down, raising an eyebrow. "Like, no offence, but why the fuck does it seem like you'd look nicer in a skirt, a choker and thigh highs than you would in regular guy's clothes?"

"I'm, like, actually not sure if he's calling me feminine, or if he has some sort of daddy kink." Seungkwan murmured to Jihoon, who only squeezed his hand in response, whispering a soft, "Dear god, please don't go Mean Girls on him, you really don't need to get in trouble for making the new kid cry on their first day."

It seemed as though Seungkwan ignored Jihoon's pleads, though, because his mouth was open before Jihoon could stop him. "Okay, um, listen here, you petty, snake-ass white boy, Darcy or Patricia or whatever the fuck you said your name was," There was a quiet whisper of 'Oh no,' from Jihoon. "Go fly your crusty white ass back to Starbucks, bitch, and take a fucking seat, because I've known you for five minutes, and damn, I already can't fucking stand you. Like, did I ever tell you I was a poet, yeah, roses are red, you're a whore, go fly back to Trump, I don't want to see your dusty ass anymore. Yeah, they called me Shakespeare in middle school, roses are red, violets are blue, if you were in a boy group, I wouldn't stan you. You be calling me feminine, calling me a girl or some shit, well I think the fuck not, you trick ass bitch, I don't speak fucking rat, you kinky ass snake boy, might as well be in the fucking zoo with how much of a petty snake you are, bitch, not sure how well people would react knowing a poisonous snake escaped from their local zoo, you basic—"

Jihoon squeezed Seungkwan's hand, pulling him away from the scene and weaving them around the horde of students that had gathered around them, "oooooh"s sounding out at just about everything Seungkwan said.

"Ooh, the princess can diss, ouch." The boy called out, an amused expression on his face. "Nice to meet you, your majesty."

Jihoon stopped pulling Seungkwan, pausing in his place before spinning around and turning towards the boy, ready to rage. "Alright, listen up, you petty ass snake, you can call Seungkwan a girl all you fucking want, but once you call Kwan princess, your basic, kinky, white boy ass is crossing the line, bitch—"