you're writing lines about me, romantic poetry | 2park / ongniel

one

"Not even 2 minutes into the lesson and I already thought Mr Ong was gay." Jihoon puts his chopsticks down. Guanlin's eyes widen in agreement, his index finger pointed in his best friend's direction as he yells something along the lines of "I FNOW WIGHT". Daehwi shuts his eyes in disgust and Seonho feels a tinge of worry. He didn't want his dear friend to choke on a bagel.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, you gross bitch,"  Jihoon gives Guanlin a light flick on the forehead, rolling his eyes. "But seriously, you know, my gaydar is extremely accurate. And let me tell you, there is no way Mr Ong is straight." Daehwi furrows his brows, shoving yet another spoonful of rice into his mouth. "Are you sure? Don't all the girls in school fall for him?"

"Are you really doubting the accuracy of my gaydar? I've never fallen for a straight dude before. That's how accurate it is," the dancer cocks his head and grabs his chopsticks, pointing them at the younger. "Plus, how can you look at Mr Ong and think he's a hetero? Every part of him screams gay." Seonho lets out a maniacal cackle, and Guanlin nods his head, slamming his hand on the table. "He looks like an emotional bisexual." He adds. "A bisexual who writes poetry and eats organic kale chips. A hopeless romantic." Jihoon snorts at that description.

"But still. He's kinda awkward. He has the nervous gay laughter Mr Hwang has."

—

"Guanlin, go away, I'm trying to make my Sims go on a date before this class starts," Jihoon smacks his hand away, earning a gasp.

"Jihoon always hurts my feelings!" he sniffs, and the older doesn't even need to look back at the Taiwanese boy to know what he's up to.

"I know you're using eyedrops. For a theatre student, your acting is really bad, Guanlin." He continues with his game, despite the taps on his shoulder, which he chooses to ignore. But everyone and everything has their limits, and so does Jihoon.

"LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU UNCULTURED FUCK," Jihoon blurts out, exasperated. Guanlin sure is annoying. He tears his eyes away from his phone screen, sighing in the process, and looks behind him.

Fuck.

"Uh, your essay, Jihoon," Woojin, his chairperson, has a stack of papers in his right hand. His left is on his nape, and he doesn't break the eye contact with the shorter. Jihoon screams internally and panics. It's an oh gosh I want to rip out all my fucking hair, was that really the first thing I've ever said to Woojin, oh fuck, kind of panic. He can hear his friends laughing at him, and how can he not recognise the obnoxious laughter that belongs to none other than Lee Daehwi? He makes a mental note to plan out their murders afterwards.

"I'M SORRY," he shrieks, and Woojin just returns a simple smile, shaking his head. "I thought you were Guanlin, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, that was not directed to you, I'm serious. I'm sorry. Very sorry," Jihoon finishes, lips pressed. "And as for my essay, um," He peeks up at Woojin, his lips curving upwards into a sheepish grin.

Woojin simpers. "Tomorrow, then."

—

Seongwoo's right foot pushes against the very bottom of his desk.

"That new class I'm taking for Literary Arts? You know, your biology class? Abnormally quiet," He lets out a sigh, and Minhyun turns to face him, coffee in his hand. "It's the first lesson, Seongwoo. They'll warm up to you soon."

"When I say they're abnormally quiet, I don't mean that, we're not going to answer that question, kind of quiet," Seongwoo runs his hand through his hair. "I mean the, the air-conditioning in the classroom is leaking and there are blocks of ice falling down from it, but we're going to keep silent and have you find out for yourself fifteen minutes after you come back from the faculty room with the materials you left there, kind of quiet."

"That bad?" Minhyun raises an eyebrow. "That class is rather rowdy, though. I would kill for them to shut up sometimes, but they're still cute, I guess. Have you read their self-introductions yet?"

Seongwoo shakes his head.

"Hey, let's read them together. It'll be interesting. My next class is in an hour, anyway."

—

"Park Jihoon," Minhyun reads. "I love theatre, dancing, and playing The Sims. If you play it too, Mr Ong, please add me. My ID is jihoonpark."

"Park Woojin. I like sleeping. My favourite subject is Biology."  Seongwoo reads off another sheet of paper.

"Woojin? He's my favourite kid." Minhyun leans in, getting a better look at the paper. "Responsible, puts in so much effort into his work.  A good kid, basically. Tops the class too."

There's a knock on Seongwoo's cubicle and the two jump a little. Seongwoo's eyes meet Kang Daniel's. Said man is resting against the cubicle.

"Hey Minhyun, mind if I steal Seongwoo here for a minute?" The fellow Literary Arts teacher asks, and Seongwoo shoots a quick frown at his beloved seatmate before getting up and following Daniel out of the faculty room.

—

Daniel rests his back on the railings of the rooftop. He's dressed in a blue blouse and trousers today, the first button of his top is unbuttoned, and Seongwoo tries to breathe. His blond hair is a little messy from the wind, but he looks gorgeous, as usual. When does Kang Daniel never, anyway?

"What time are you knocking off today?" His eyes land on Seongwoo. The latter feels it, but decides to keep his attention on the greenery below.

"6. You?"  

"Same. Guess I'll be sending you home again." Daniel replies, gaze still fixed on his colleague. Seongwoo finally looks him in the eyes. "You still wait for me even if I knock off later than you do, don't you?" He chuckles.

"Maybe. Or maybe I just have other errands to run? You never know. I'm a busy man," Daniel crosses his arms, smile never leaving his face. "Heard the AC leaked during your class."

"Who? How? What? When?"

"Psh. I hear everything, Seongwoo." Daniel makes a right, and the shorter's heart pounds in his chest. "Why? Have you been saying some things that you don't want me to know about?"

"What are you saying? Of course not," Seongwoo wants to slap the smirk off his face. "I don't talk about you, anyway."

"Are you sure?" Daniel snickers, his body inching closer to the shorter's. Seongwoo feels as if he's been paralysed from the waist down. "Lying is a sin, Seongwoo."

And so are you, Kang Daniel. Seongwoo would never dare to say that out loud.
—

"You little bitch. You made me scream at Woojin for no reason!" Jihoon grabs Guanlin by the collar, which probably wasn't a good idea (sometimes Jihoon forgets about how vertically challenged he is, and right now is one of those times) — the younger is towering over him and he feels incredibly inferior. "Stop taking photos, Seonho," he grunts at the youngest. 

"Sorry. I need ugly photos of you for your birthday card this year."

"Short." Guanlin removes Jihoon's hands. "Why does it matter so much? It's not like you talk to him, or anything. You know, I think I understand why you're a theatre student. You were born for this. Look at how dramatic you are."

Jihoon stomps on his foot, without forgetting to use lots of force, of course. "That's why it matters, shithead! We're nothing but distant classmates and you're out here ruining my reputation like that!" He berates, wagging a finger at his best friend.

"How can I ruin your reputation if you didn't even have one to begin with?" Guanlin retorts, and the moment Jihoon picks up the broom, he runs for dear life.

"You guys are fucking boring. I'm going to the basketball court. Bye." Daehwi stands up, annoucing his leave.

"By that you mean creeping on Jinyoung?" Jihoon shouts out, not bothering to pause his fight with Guanlin.

"Shut up. It's called admiring from afar. I can bother Mr. Hwang while I'm there." With that, the second youngest mutters a 'bye Seonho you're my favourite' and walks out of the room.

Chaos fills the empty classroom. Seonho entertains himself with Cooking Mama while the two bicker.