It isn't a surprise to Changbin when he gets his chem test back and there's a failing grade on it in small, tight handwriting at the top corner. That annoys Changbin— why not make it big and bold like the girl's beside him, her 92 underlined with a 'good job' beside it? So what if he failed? He's not a coward and he's not afraid to let people see.
Besides, everyone already knows he failed— he skipped the lab that was a good part of the test and, no, he doesn't regret it. A little more cursing, hassling the teacher, and they'll pass him solely so they won't have to deal with him again next year. He's done this before, he knows how the system works.
Except— wait— is Mr. Kim seriously asking him to stay after class into his fucking lunch so that they can talk?
"About what?" Changbin wants to say, does say, anger staining his voice. The entire class is watching him with baited breath. He won't disappoint.
"You'll find out after class," Mr. Kim says, in that stupid, gentle voice he has that makes it sound like he thinks Changbin and everyone else on the planet is five years old.
"Actually, I don't think I will, because I'm not going to your stupid fucking meeting, and you can't make me either," Changbin smirks, and he knows at least three people have pulled out their phones and started recording.
Good. He hopes he looks a smug as he feels.
"You're right, Changbin, I can't make you. But what I can do is fail you and make you retake this course until you're willing to put in the effort to pass. Or, you could come in at lunch and save yourself a whole semester. Your choice."
Changbin is stunned. Actually, physically shocked. His mouth is open in shock and his ears are burning at the sound of his classmates' judging murmurs. And, maybe, he has a little bit of newfound respect for his teacher. Maybe. Nothing definitive.
That doesn't mean he's going to go in at lunch though.
"Did you really fail, Changbin?" the girl who sits in front of Changbin says. Her bangs are too long and fall into her eyes. Changbin doesn't know her name.
"Yeah, I did," he scowls. He's pissed now, that he didn't get the last word with his teacher and that he has to stay after class. For what? A talking to about doing homework and shit? Another detention to tack onto the endless list he already has?
"Well, if you wanted, I could, well, um, I could help you study," she says nervously. Changbin has to stop himself from laughing at her obvious blush. "I've got top marks in the class."
"Thanks but no. I don't need help from a teacher's pet," Changbin replies. Maybe it's a little too harsh, judging by the way she whips back around to face the board and hunches in on herself, but Changbin doesn't really have the mind to care.
Changbin spends the next ten minutes angrily flipping through his textbook and gritting his teeth trying not to curse and start shit with the numerous people he can feel whispering and glancing back at him. It's not in his nature to not have the last word, to not make teachers want to pull out their hair or kick him out of their class. Now, he's made a fool of himself, and it's spreading quickly.
from: squirrel boy
okay lol what happened in chem dude?
sent at 10:21 AM
from: squirrel boy
mr. kim deMOLISHED you
sent at 10:21 AM
from: squirrel boy
here's a link if you wanna watch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_hqoN4qr4A
sent at 10:22 AM
to: squirrel boy
fuck off jisung
sent at 10:25 AM
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law of total madness | changlix
Fanfiction"Are you new in Seoul, Pretty Boy?" Changbin enunciates, stepping forward so he can clearly see the freckles that litter the boy's face. "Ah, I'm... from Australia. Pretty?" he says, forehead crinkling as he repeats pretty. Changbin grins and nods. ...
