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Sept

ill swear fr, don't test me

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3:36 PM

Jungwoo ran as fast as his legs would take him. "I'm late!" He said in frantic worry.

He ran through the halls. Thankfully it was after school so teachers and students were not present to yell at him for running around recklessly.

"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late! Hyung's going to lose his head!" Jungwoo said. Though the thought of his older brother actually losing his head would be funny, he wasn't so sure right now was the appropriate time to be joking around.

Bursting through the doors to the entrance, Jungwoo slowed to a stop. "Doyoung hyung?" He called.

Jungwoo walked around the front of the school aimlessly. He turned a corner, recoiling back when he saw a very familiar skinny teenager sitting on a bench, one leg crossed over the other while he held a phone to his ear. Jungwoo almost laughed when he saw the older grumble and put his phone down with a loud smack.

"Here goes nothing..." He mumbled to himself.

"Hyung!" He called.

Doyoung whipped around, a full glare burning through his glasses. "Where were you?!" He called. No hello, no worry, no why weren't you here.

Jungwoo winced. "Hyung, I—"

"No, don't say anything. We are forty minutes late, Jungwoo! Forty! F-o-r-t-y." Doyoung opened his phone and brought it up to his face, shaking it to emphasize how late they were.

"I know hyung, it's just my phone was—"

"Oh yeah, what happened to your phone? I gave you the phone so that I could call you and that you could call me!" Doyoung said.

"Hyung, I can explain! My phone was—"

"I don't want to hear it!" Doyoung said.

Jungwoo sighed and let his shoulders drop. His older brother was always like this. Even at a young age, the older Kim would always be impossible to talk to when he was mad or frazzled. Doyoung didn't have anger issues, he was just constantly tightly wound, always ready to explode at any moment over miniature things such as a chipped nail or a scuffed shoe.

Doyoung sighed, rubbing his eyes roughly. "Let's go home. Don't want to be late for the bus too," he said.

"Huh? But hyung, lessons end at four-twenty-five!" Jungwoo said.

"Yeah, and it's already three-fifty," the older said.

Jungwoo bit on his lip. "Oh... Right..." He said. Doyoung got up and crossed the crosswalk, readjusting his duffel bag back on his shoulder. Jungwoo felt like the subtle movements were a jab at him for making them late in the first place, but he brushed it off.

Doyoung sat down on the bench and dropped his bag down with a thud, leaning his back down on the seat. The younger sat down next to the other and set his things down, fiddling with his fingers.

"So... Have you found time to eat today?" Jungwoo asked, leaning over to catch eyes with his brother.

Doyoung looked down, his glare slipping off. "No... I haven't," he mumbled. One thing to know about Kim Doyoung was that he did not mumble or stutter. When Kim Doyoung talked he demanded attention from whoever he was talking to, so to see him stutter was a bit jarring.