𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 | Minsung

If You Can Hurt So Can I

I trenched through the ocean of people. This was the worst part of Fridays. For some reason, at this time every Friday, the lessons would align so that almost all the students that attended the school would be in the hallways, trying to get to their next class.

I wasn't in the mood today. I had gotten up late, only to realise it was Friday not Saturday and had to rush around trying to get ready which meant I hadn't eaten. I got to school and realised I had forgotten to bring my book and would have to entertain myself for the rest of the day. Then Hyunjin came up to me and told me that he was going to be away again, all of next week, leaving me alone. Well perhaps not completely alone, I had other friends but Hyunjin was my best friend and not being able to complain to him would become irritating. So yeah, I was already tired and moody, I didn't need another thing on my plate. But the world didn't care, they served me an extra meal anyway.

"Minho your late...again." The disappointment in Mrs Choi's voice was obvious but it didn't cross my mind in the slightest. I simply took my seat and acted as if I was never late in the first place. Fortunately, Mrs Choi didn't bother taking me on a guilt trip and turned back to the board to continue the lesson.

My attention was all on the teacher, my eyes flicked around the room, out of pure boredom. I could see the mop of blonde hair, a top a boy sitting on the end of a row, two desks in front of me. Immediately, I knew, I had to make him suffer. For what you ask? For Jisung is Jisung, and that is reason enough.

The class was a quarter way through, not leaving me much time to plan but lucky for me, my middle name was half-assed.

I looked around the room, hoping for inspiration to strike. A glimpse of an idea passed my mind and I knew I was a genius. I pulled open my bag, taking out a pack of pencils. There was only ten so I was going to have to make each of them count. As if the universe had wanted this to happen, Mrs Choi left the room in order to print a few worksheets she had missed. I took the opportunity and immediately took action.

I held a pencil in my hand. I flicked my hand forward, throwing the pencil toward Jisung. It hit him smack dab in the back of the head. As he turned around I hid my self beneath the desk, if he saw my face he would instantly know I was the one annoying him. After about thirty seconds, I peeked up to see and it turned out he hadn't seen me, yet. I quickly grabbed another pencil throwing it in the same way, towards the same target. This time it was a little off, only hitting the edge of his ear, but it was enough for him to notice.

He turned once again looking for the culprit who wouldn't leave him be, but once again my head sunk beneath the table. I didn't waste a second, grabbing another pencil to do the same thing. This time he spent a little longer looking to see who had thrown the pencil. A sigh left his lips as he turned around in defeat, still not knowing who had thrown it.

Once again, I threw a pencil at him. My aim was perfect as it hit him in the back of the head again. This time a groan could be heard. He didn't bother turn around. Disappointed, I threw another pencil, my chances were running out. This time it flicked him in the back of the neck, only to fall to the floor.

"Stop throwing pencils at me god damnit!" Jisung stood up from his chair, as most eyes directed at his loud gesture. Regret filled his face quite quickly as he realised the attention he had brought onto himself. He looked around the room, unsure how to fix the situation.

Our eyes met, as pure rage filled his body. The anger in his eyes was clear. I tried my best not to laugh, but the smirk on my smug face was something I couldn't control. Before I knew it Jisung was coming towards me. I couldn't help but chuckle at him. Jisung was no threat, even when he was as mad as he was right now. He looked like an annoyed little squirrel. How could anyone find that threatening? It was adorable if anything.

"You think you're so hilarious. Mr fucking funny. I'm so sick of your shit-" The timing couldn't be better as Mrs Choi walked in, having heard Jisung's words.

"Jisung! Your language!" Jisung froze, regretting many life choices. I smiled at him. As if to say, 'sucker'.

"Wha-he-I-It's his fault!" Mrs Choi walked up to the boys.

"How is that?" Mrs Choi was getting impatient, she had a lesson to teach, she didn't need two teenage boys arguing in her classroom.

"He threw five pencils at me! Five!" Mrs Choi looked down at me.

"Is that true Minho?"

"Define true." Mrs Choi, was fed up and told both of us we were to come back for a detention this afternoon. Of course both of us were not happy but I have to say, it was worth it to see Jisung's face go increasingly red as the situation escalated.

The rest of the day was ruined thinking about how I would have to go to detention when I could just as easily be at the studio dancing. But instead I had to sit in a classroom with Jisung for an hour. Simply because I made a joke. While the joke may have caused Jisung to get angry and yell at me, I shouldn't have to be punished for comedy.