gray side ; layhun

That (Should Be) Is Relieving

Sehun feels relieved that Yixing doesn't bother him that morning. It feels like a miracle. Like God is finally listening to his prayers.

Instead of heading to his table, Zhang Yixing is drawing something on his sketchbook with a look of serious concentration. No dimple in sight. He has earphones on, just one look at him and everyone will know not to disturb him. He's in his own world right now.

Looking away before he get caught for staring, he hears the door being opened and sees his teacher– Mrs. Cho, the cold one– walks in with her red frame glasses resting on her face. Her face was still chily, cold as an ice, and her eyes immediately fall on Yixing who was still sketching. "Zhang Yixing. Put that way."

"May I not?"

"Get out."

Without a word, he grab his equipments along with his bag before heading out, startling the others. And just when he was about to open the door, Mrs. Cho says, "Not even a word of your undying love to Oh Sehun?" She raises a brow in surprise, expecting him to do just that.

Sehun watch as he doesn't bother to look back nor responding, he just leave the room in a snap.

That's great. He stops. He finally stop.

That's great, right?

Right.