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It was after bus call had happened and Taeyong packed his stuff up for the day. He was currently getting ready to start The Student Council, the club he'd been dreading the whole day. He didn't enjoy planning stuff and interacting with others, specifically outcast that decided that their only escape was a student club about planning. Taeyong didn't really care about the outcast though his friends made fun of them anyways. He always joined in on making fun of them because well, they're an easy target for the boys.

Taeyong sighed and finished packing his binder in Miss. Jung's class put on his black backpack. He waved his goodbye to the teacher by nodding his head and closed the door, making his way to the library. The hallways were creepily quiet, not a soul was wandering around. He pulled out his phone to take it off of his mind.

He was half way to the library before a hand slickly took Taeyong's phone right between his finger tips. Taeyong was more confused than mad but none the less, he was ready to kick someone's ass. "Hey, asshole. You just can't-."

Before Taeyong could finish, he took one look at the man's face and instantly felt a shiver go down his spine. The stare the other had on him was like a snake bite, venomous. It made me feel a type of way. The male tilted his head before twisting his lips into a cocky smirk.

"No cursing in my hallway." The male said. Taeyong grunted and quickly looked down, realizing who had his phone. The one and only, Jung Jaehyun. The president of Student Council. "I've noticed a new student of mine was missing, so I came out here to see if he had gone home. I see was wrong. Let's go to class, shall we, Lee Taeyong?"

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"Do you understand now, Jisung?" Chenle asked with a soft smile on his lips. He held his pencil between his fingers as he sat beside the taller male, pointing at the Chinese word on Jisung's homework.

Jisung nodded his head and let out a gentle sigh of relief. "I can't thank you enough for being my Chinese tutor, Chenle. You're a life saver." Jisung said and began writing the translation of the word. Although Chenle was an outcast, him and Jisung had been getting along well together.

As Jisung was writing, Chenle couldn't help but to notice every feature on his best friend. From the way his dark brown hair gently rested on his eyebrows to the way his hands softly shook every time he wrote. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he couldn't even hear Jisung calling out his name.

"Chenle?" Jisung said in a tad bit louder voice, making Chenle jump a little. He shook his head and closed his journal, a bit embarrassed. He packed his materials in his bag as a confused Jisung watched. "I think it's a little late, I have to go."

Jisung only blinked and watched the blonde boy leave his bedroom. He let out a sigh and rubbed his face with his large hands and sat still for a moment, regretting that he never asked Chenle to lunch.