☁ Wrists ☁ Jeongchan ☁

☁ 8 ☁

     Jeongin woke up the next morning at his desk, his head laying softly on the inner spine of his Biology textbook before he rose up, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes like a small child. The boy scratched his head as he stood up, slowly padding over to his ringing phone as his movements emitted off his sleepy state, his mouth releasing a soft yawn. 

     Jeongin guessed he fell asleep doing his homework late the night before, possibly even early that morning. He grinned as thoughts of his dream flooded his mind, a soft giggle escaping his lips. The thoughts of his dream left the young boy in a trance, his eyes slowly slipping shut once more as he pondered over the joyous figment of his imagination.

     He had just started his notes in class, his music class had decided to teach about music history that day and the students were to take notes of the presentation as well as the oral explanations. Jeongin had his pencil ready and a fresh sheet of notebook paper from his yellow spiral ready in-hand. The boy looked up at the board, sighing as he began jotting down the history behind Korean pop and how it came to be, about where it originated from, and its biggest influencers of the modern day. Somehow as he wrote about the origins of Korean popular music, he started drifting off into a daydream.

     Jeongin felt a light tap to his right shoulder, snapping him out of his daydreaming trance. He looked over his shoulder to see a shy Sinwoo pointing to the board in front of them, the yellow powerpoint presentation background emitting a soft yellow glow to the whole classroom. Jeongin nodded and smiled back, silently thanking her as he shifted his look back to the board, noticing the topic had changed several times and everyone had more on their notes sheet than he did. The male began to panic, realizing his daydreaming could cause him to fail an assignment, and maybe even detention after school. 

     Jeongin gulped harshly as he raised his hand, scared to ask his teacher what all they'd gone over so far in the class period as he knew it'd upset his witch-like music teacher. But suddenly, the door swung open dramatically, making a loud bang sound as the wooden door ricocheted off the plastic door stopper at the bottom of the wall, preventing the door from actually going into the wall. All the students gasped as their attention immediately shifted to the door, and who was at the door shocking everyone in the room, especially Jeongin.

     Standing in the pale doorway of the dimly lit classroom was Bang Chan, or as most people called him by, CB97. Jeongin's eyes grew wide as his favourite artist stood in the doorway. The boy took as many details about the older as he could, knowing this would probably be the closest he'd ever get to the man in person. His music teacher, Mrs. Chi, looked beyond agitated as she crossed her arms in a huff and also turned her attention to the boy in the doorway who'd been breathing heavily and hunched over with a hand at his stomach. "Why, Mr. Bang.. to what do we owe this pleasure hm?" Mrs. Chi stated sarcastically as she began stepping closer to the worn out man.

     Chan immediately stood up straight, his posture straighten out as he did a careful have bow. "Ah, Mrs. Chi, long time no see huh?" Chan chuckled, his eyes crinkling into curved lines as a smile replaced his once exhausted expression. "Can I talk to you outside for a moment?" 

     Mrs. Chi groaned, hating to leave her class unattended as she reluctantly nodded and watched the male smile and step out of the room quickly. The teacher curled her index finger as she pushed the rim of her glasses up from the tip of her pale nose with her even more pale knuckle, turning her body to her now confused class of students. "Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse me for a moment while I go speak to Mr. Bang in the hallway. I expect you all to stay quiet and well behaved while I'm out. Finish writing the notes on the board and you may speak quietly among yourselves after you've finished this slide. Sinwoo, please, if anyone misbehaves, assign the student detention using my slips on my desk, you're in charge. Be well class!" Mrs. Chi specifically instructs to her class as she too walks out the wooden door, tugging on the handle as she closes it behind her.