gray side ; layhun

My Love!

Oh Sehun can't stand Zhang Yixing's loudness.

"Oh Sehun!" The older called out, a wide grin spreading on his face. "Wanna hang out?" There's his dimple and the playful glint in his eyes. He was sitting on his table (he has a chair yet he chose to sit there, it agitates Sehun, really) surrounded by his friends in the class, his uniform unbuttoned showing the black tee he wears underneath it.

Scowling at the boyish grin on the older's face, Sehun pulls his own chair and slumps down on it. He takes his notebook from his backpack and review his assignment, checking if there was anything wrong.

"What are you doing there?"

"None of your business."

"Hey! I don't appreciate your hostility." He can hear foot steps heading to him and he counts inside his mind while slowly breathing, trying to calm himself. He really can't stand this loud boy. "Are you ignoring me?" Yixing is now standing before his desk, taking the seat on the opposite side then sitting on it, putting his elbow on Sehun's desk as he lean his face on his palm. He can feel Yixing's eyes peering up on him. "Good morning, my love~"

He really, really hates Zhang Yixing.

"You are disguting."

"Hey! I take offense for that!"

"Good." He flips the page of his book, not minding Yixing's coffee colored eyes staying on his figure and not going anywhere else. "Go away."

"Nope," he leans even closer, gazing up at him while resting his chin on his arms. They were leaning on the desk as he lazily smiles at the younger. "I like being with you."

Sehun wants to gag.

"I swear Zhang Yixing if you do not–"

"Those whom did not do the assignment may get out of this class." His sentence was cut off when their teacher walks in with her steely gaze, hard and unwavering. Sehun immediately straighten his posture, a pencil on his right hand and a book splayed out on his desk. All of Yixing's friends – which was Yifan and Luhan – walked out of the class without a word. Sehun watch as their teacher's gaze, Mrs. Cho, landed on Yixing who was still leaning on Sehun's desk, not even bothering to acknowledge her presence in the room.

"Zhang Yixing. Did you do your homework?"

Sehun secretly lowers down his eyes to watch the said boy, praying that he would go away. He does not want to be involved. Rather than standing up and leave (Sehun knows perfectly well Yixing hasn't done his assignment) the Chinese male just look over his shoulder with a lazy smile, "Nope."

"Get out."

"But I want to be with Sehun!"

The girls in their class giggle at his 'cuteness' (Sehun does not find him cute at all, really he was about to throw up) while the male cackle up at his action. Sehun, ears reddening in embarassment and rage, glares at Yixing, to which the other return with a wink and a dimpled smile. "You are disgusting." He muttered through his gritted teeth, but Yixing pays no mind.

"Zhang Yixing. Get. Out." Her voice was so cold Sehun almost shivered in fear. Her eyes look like as if they were shooting laser to Yixing and hope he will vanish. That sounds like an exaggeration but it really looks like that.

Yixing, standing up casually, salutes to Sehun before walking out of the class. "Bye, love!"

As he walks pass their teacher, she quickly says, "And do not paint anything in the hallway."

Without looking back, he playfully says, "No promises!" and then he close the door. The teacher shakes her head while pinching the bridge of her nose, looking so done with her one particular student. And Sehun understand how she feels. If he were a teacher he would kick him out immediately and literally. The guy is a germ, like what his mother said.

And with no Zhang Yixing in the same place as him, Sehun feels at ease.