flower boy [seongsang]

iii ;

[ begin. ]

yeosang fiddles with the cuffs of his purple pullover, gripping the soft fabric with his fingers. he is fine in school so long as he doesn't have to talk to teachers. he can talk to classmates for school purposes, though his words are kept to a minimum, not wanting to accidentally say something wrong and sound stupid.

he walks gracefully down the countless hallways, not paying attention but rather his feet finding his locker by memory. soon he arrives at his destination and he puts in his textbooks that he won't need until after lunch, leaving only the things he needs for the first half of the school day in his backpack.

in his locker he spots his wire-rimmed glasses that he left yesterday by mistake. he grabs them and makes his way to class. on the way yeosang puts his glasses on and blinks to clear his vision, but in the midst of the process, he bumps into someone gently. nothing dramatic.

yeosang bows quickly, spilling out apologies quickly. he hears a soft and light-hearted chuckle and looks at his victim. he had bumped into a very strikingly attractive boy and he feels intimidated when they meet gazes.

"sorry," yeosang squeaks and speed walks away to his first class. his shy personality always gets the best of him, especially in uncomfortable situations like that.

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finally the bells rings, signaling the beginning of lunch. thirty minutes of peace, yeosang thinks. he makes his way to the library, quickly walking behind the counter and into the office, pulling out his lunch, placing his backpack on the floor, and then taking a seat in the computer chair, swiveling around as he eats his sandwich.

after his sandwich was gone (sadly enough), he exited the office and went to peruse book titles, running his thin fingers over the countless spines of books in the poetry section. he found his default book, one that he will never turn down once given the opportunity to read it which is basically whenever he wants. no one reads poetry without having been assigned to first.

the book was a white sleeveless hard back, the font color was gold and the pages were gilted to match. also on the cover was a beautiful golden lavender flower.

it was a collection of poems about flowers. yeosang's favorite thing. the shy boy takes it to the counter, holding the book as if it's the most precious thing in the world and to yeosang, it is.

the clock on the wall reads ten minutes left of lunch so yeosang prepares the computer, making sure it's powered on and signs into the software. he grabs his library aid identification card from the drawer under the computer and hangs it around his neck. after lunch, the library gets up to fifteen students looking to waste time and a few actually there to check out books. either way, yeosang has to be prepared. just in case.

he quite enjoys having an aid period in the library because it's quiet and doesn't involve much interaction. except when students ask for recommendations, but that is very rarely. today, though, seems to be a special day.

maybe five minutes after the bell rings for fifth period, yeosang hears the door open and close. he looks up from his book with countless pages about flowers and analyses the student, trying to tell if he is here for a book or here to skip class. yeosang is supposed to tell the students to go to class, but he couldn't be bothered, plus his anxiety doesn't allow him to.

yeosang's eyebrow points upward when he recognizes the student from his geography class. the boy seems to be yeosang's height and he has lightly tanned skin. his hair has been dyed a light pastel purple and he has a mole under his left eye. overall, he is very attractive and looks friendly.

he half heartedly looks around for a moment before walking up to the counter. yeosang, who was reading with his head on one arm, is now stood in front of the computer.

"hi there," the boy starts, his voice a little loud, but yeosang doesn't mind as they are the only two in the big room. "where is the poetry section?"

yeosang is a little shocked at his classmate's section of choice, but quickly escapes from behind the counter and walks to the back wall, making sure he is followed. "here it is," he says quietly.

before he could escape, the boy spoke again, "do you have any recommendations for specific poets? my english teacher assigned us a paper on a poet. we have to write about their lives and how their experiences may have shaped the way they wrote. of course we also have to analyze their poetry."

yeosang suddenly can't wait for his english class, which is seventh period for him. all the classes his teacher teaches that are in his grade always have the same assignments. he hopes his teacher doesn't suddenly switch this pattern.

"actually, yeah. i have a couple recommendations," yeosang answers with surprising confidence.

[ end. ]
hopefully this isn't too boring for you:/