𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
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Yeosang glanced at the round clock on the wall, legs bouncing anxiously as the minute hand ticked slowly, obnoxiously testing Yeosang's patience. Today is the day he's supposed to "hang-out" with Choi San and he's not enthusiastic about it. After he accepted the dumb hang-out, he hurried home as fast as he could, which is impossible because he lives so far and tossed himself on the couch, shoving his face in the cushion.
He had the entire Friday and weekend to think about his life choices, practicing in his dirty bathroom mirror while trying to hold eye contact with himself and make up a boring conversation in hopes that San would make an excuse and end their hang-out shortly. Which he doubts will happen, but he could always hope for the best. Despite his nervousness, Yeosang hadn't seen the blonde at all today. Well, Yeosang didn't have Geometry yet, which is his final class of the day, and he was not ready to face San.
He tried to plan how he would escape the classroom without the blonde seeing him, hopefully, caught up by all the pretty girls flirting with him to notice Yeosang's presence. "Have a good day, Ms. Min," Yeosang says to his history teacher before rushing out.
Yeosang sprinted down the hallway, striving to be the first student in his Geometry class so he could lie low at the back of the classroom, and out of San's sight. Yeosang greeted his math teacher, sighing in relief when there were only a few students inside. Maybe he won't come to class today! He probably hooked up with one of the girls and it tired him out that he decided not to show up.
Yeosang nods proudly, lowering his head as he scurries to the back and plops down in his regular seat. He pulls out his large textbook, opening to a random page, and hid behind it in hopes if San does walk in, he wouldn't see him and would forget about him. Now and then, Yeosang would peek over the book as he tried to search for San in the sea of students.
Once the Geometry teacher closed the door, announcing the new topic they will be learning, causing Yeosang to shut his textbook and release a large breath. San didn't show up, he's good to go! Now he only has to worry about tomorrow and after that, then he doesn't need to worry about it anymore because of the summer break!
As Yeosang flattens his large notebook, taking out his pencil, he notices an elbow at the desk next to his. He looked up and nearly screamed as he came face to face with a smiling San, cheek resting upon the palm of his hand while gazing at Yeosang.
"Were you hiding from me?" San whispers, keeping his voice low as the teacher taught.
Yeosang's face turned a bright red, looking away and at the chalkboard ahead of him, avoiding the question as his insides felt like it was burning up from embarrassment. A light layer of sweat formed on Yeosang's forehead as San continued to stare at him, simply watching the brunette.
