what i could've done | mashikyu

002

Junkyu's first period was hell. Everyone was talking about the boys from the last performance. He felt like his head was going to explode. It's not like he didn't appreciate the performance, he was practically drooling over the boy he saw when the performances were over. Hyunsuk has to shake him to bring him back to reality. But, the constant chatter was, as always, never a help to his incessant headache.

So, when it came time to switch classes, Junkyu was sprinting down the hall to get at least 30 seconds of peace and quiet before the chatter took over. He stepped into the classroom, and to his relief, only 2 people were there: their teacher, Kr. Kwon and Yedam. The two were talking, so Junkyu opted to just wave to Yedam and sit down. As more people started filing in, his disappointment became more obvious. Again, the only topic of conversation was the final performance.

"They were sooo talented!!"

"Do you think he'd be interested in me?"

"Oh, but the rapper! His voice was just so- Ugh!"

Junkyu was sick of it. When the final bell rang, it was like music to his ears. Yedam and Mr. Kwon ended their conversation, and Yedam headed for Junkyu to sit down next to him. A few of the girls in the front of the class were still chatting about the boys.

"Well, I liked the guy who started in the middle! He was so cute, but he could really dance..." One girl said dreamily. Mr. Kwon stood up and stared at them, not in a nice way. More in a teach-waiting-for-class-to-quiet-down way.

It did nothing, they were oblivious.

What did shut them up, however, was the boy they were talking to stepping into the classroom awkwardly. There was no doubt he heard he was being talked about and had been debating coming into the classroom. He wouldn't intentionally be late on his first day.

Wait.

What?

It was him.

It didn't even register with Junkyu when the boy stepped into the class. His brain was going completely blank. Yedam looked over at him, confused. "What's wrong with you?" He mouthed to Junkyu. No response. Junkyu had forgotten how to register any thoughts.

Mr. Kwon quickly changed his stance when the boy walked in. "Ah, hello! I'm glad you made it!" The boy gives a small awkward nod. The poor thing looked like a deer in headlights. He was so much smaller than Junkyu thought he would be. Cute.

"Alright, class!" Their teacher turns to face them, "This is our new classmate. I believe some of you saw him perform earlier! Great job, by the way," He turns to the boy and gives him a quick thumbs up. "Could you please introduce yourself?"

Finally! Junkyu thought. A name. Just a name is all I need.

"H-Hello I'm Mashiho. Takata Mashiho." Mashiho bows and smiles at the class, briefly making eye contact with Junkyu. The whole class responds back with an enthusiastic, "Hello!"

Mr. Kwon nods, seemingly satisfied with his introduction. "Alright! Mashiho... where can you sit?" He looks around for an open desk. The only one is in front of Junkyu. His heart rate instantly sped up; Mashiho? Right in front of him? Just like that? "Well, the only open seat is in front of Junkyu right there, is that alright with you? Junkyu raise your hand."

The look of bewilderment on Junkyu's face would definitely not be the best first impression, so he does his best to look normal as he begins to raise his hand. It's shaking as he slowly raises it up in the air, and Junkyu does his best to not make eye contact with the boy.

"Um.. yeah. That's good." Mashiho thanks the teacher and heads for his seat. Mashiho gives Junkyu a quick smile as he sits down, which Junkyu returns with a face somewhere in between friendly and scared? He could feel his face turning bright red, but by then Mashiho was already sitting down