School, ballet, dinner, and homework. Rinse and repeat for eighteen years and you've got Kim Doyoung's life wrapped up in a pretty pink ribbon. He would never admit it but under all the pastel nail polish and pointe shoes, "prim and proper" Doyoung...
Doyoung pocketed his phone. I'm late! He thought while he rushed through the halls. He unscrewed the cap of his mug so he could gulp his coffee down while he ran through the school.
Doyoung's mornings were always fast-paced. He couldn't afford to be late to anything, so he made sure that everything in his schedule was precisely so. From the minute he wakes up at 6:30 am to the minute he finally goes to sleep at 11:45 pm he's focused and hard-working.
He was in the middle of rearranging his books with one arm, the other still holding his open coffee mug when he came in contact with a hard surface.
"Ah!" He gasped. Though he stumbled, Doyoung managed to catch his coffee mug. It was all in vain though, because the damage had already been done. Heat spread over Doyoung's chest and he looked down to see his sweater with a sigh. The pink fabric, now soaked with a large coffee stain.
He looked down at his papers, now soggy from the caffeinated liquid. "My papers!" Doyoung exclaimed. He looked up to meet eyes with the person who caused all this.
"You ruined my papers!" Doyoung yelled, gripping his ruined papers and empty mug.
The taller male scoffed. "It's not my problem. You should've watched where you were going," he said.
"Me?! You weren't doing anything, you should've seen me coming!! This is your fault!" Doyoung said.
The teen furrowed his brows, obviously getting mad. "This isn't my fucking fault, you're the one who was drinking coffee without the lid on like a fucking moron," he said.
Doyoung stomped his foot down. He walked up to the other and the height difference between the two becomes very clear. Poking the teen in the chest, Doyoung huffs.
"If anything, you're the moron for not seeing me clearly coming this way!" Doyoung yelled back.
The taller grabbed the finger that was poking him and squeezed it. "Listen here, Beanpole, you better back the fuck down before I fuck you up," he said.
Doyoung pulled his finger back and took a step back, a nervous feeling coming over him now that he's gotten a good look at the taller.
The teen was a tall and burly guy with bleach blond hair. The male's t-shirt exposed the two full-sleeve tattoos that painted his skin.
Doyoung gulped when the teen stepped forward with a smirk. "That's what I thought," he snorted. The teen turned around and walked off.
However, Doyoung wanted to have the last word.
"Hey!" He called.
The taller turned around. "What?" He asked with a boring look. The teen looked at the ground with a shaky gaze. I have to say something now...
"I... What's your name?" Doyoung asked, mentally smacking his forehead for asking such a casual question after yelling at him
The taller grimaced. "Why the fuck do you wanna know?"
"Either tell me or don't," Doyoung said with a huff. "Not like I care..." He muttered.
The taller glanced away, as if in thought. "Jaehyun," he said at last.
Doyoung nodded. Without a single word exchanged, the two parted ways. The teen was still pissed off about his ruined shirt and papers, so began running through the halls.
I might be able to make it to the library so I can reprint my papers... Doyoung thought. And maybe if I'm lucky I can change too.
With that in mind, Doyoung pushed forward, hoping he could make it without getting caught for running in the halls.
8:25 AM
Five minutes, Doyoung thought, pushing the doors to the library open. He made a beeline toward the printer in the back and connected his phone.
"Please, please, please..." Doyoung chanted in a quiet voice. Once his phone had connected to the printer, Doyoung opened his docs and printed his papers again.
"Thank God for modern technology," he said. He grabbed his papers once they ejected from the printer and ran out of the library.
"Okay, bathroom, and quick," Doyoung muttered to himself. The teen sped into the nearest bathroom. I'm gonna be so late... He thought as he took his coffee-stained shirt. He refiled through his bag and pulled out the shirt he had reserved for PE and slipped it on.
8:29 AM
Doyoung stuffed his ruined shirt into his bag and sped off. Come on, come on! He thought, pushing the door to his classroom open just as the bell rang.
The teen slumped over and sighed. "Doyoung, exactly on time I see," his teacher, Mr. Son, said. Doyoung smiled and bowed.
Doyoung walked over to the middle of the class and sat down at an empty desk. He pulled out his pencil case and books, setting them on his desk neatly. Most of the students who filed in came with their friends and Doyoung couldn't help but be jealous. Because of his intense daily schedule, he didn't have time for friends nor did he have time for going out.
8:30 AM
The second bell rang and Doyoung slipped his glasses on. All the students sat down at their desks and grabbed their pencils as the teacher walked up to the front of the class.
Time to start another day... Doyoung thought as he focused his attention on the board.
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