Mr. Byun

4

I wake up with the unnatural feeling to look good. Not just look good, but smell good, act good. Be different. 

I assume it was the 2-minute talk I had with Mr. Wang the day prior. He made some reasonable points about my behavior and he was right. If Sehun can go from bad boy to goody two shoes within a year so can I. 

I wear a button-up white tee, with khakis and the school's pendant of pride pinned right about above my chest. 

When taking one good luck in the mirror, I almost convulsed into a fit of coughs. Way to bring Freshman Chanyeol back, all we need now is a pair of thick-framed glasses and we're good to go. No matter how sexy I look in khakis, I am not going to school like this. I swap the disgustingly rigid pair of pants for a set of black jeans. The effort needs to account for something. Right? 

*

My mom drops me off at the entrance, and I remove my bike from the top. Unfortunately, I still have detention which means I must ride myself home. I give her a wave, to which she provides her signature thumbs-up before finding a place to lock the bike in. I need to get a job so I can buy my own car, I mutter desperately. 

An arm wraps around my shoulder, and I already know who it is just by the scent of their expensive cologne. 

"I have a favor to ask you." 

After slipping the silver key into my pocket I turn around with a sigh. "And what is it that you need me to do, Jongin." 

Kim Jongin aka Kai and I aren't close per-say but perhaps we are sort of friends. More than acquaintances definitely. He's tall, but not as tall as me. It seems like no one in this building is. He's handsome too, then I realize this school is crawling with handsome men. Again, no one is as hot as me though. 

I run my hands through my hair to prove a point that he isn't even aware of. 

"Well you're kind of a delinquent..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scowl at him. 

"You're in and out of detention a lot." He presses his fingers together. Though this rascal is giving me puppy eyes that would make any girl melt, I'm not catching on to what he wants. 

I raise my hand threateningly. "Spit it out already." 

So much for me trying to be a good guy. 

Jongin flinches from me, though he knows I wouldn't lay a hand on him. "D.O Kyungsoo. Have you talked to him?" 

The question catches me off guard, and I lick my bottom lip as I straighten out my shirt. "No. Why would I talk to that weirdo?" 

The insult makes Jongin frown. "C-can you probably talk to him for me? I know he's always in detention, but he looks so stand-offish. I get nervous whenever I try. I know you have a way with words, everyone likes you." 

As much as his compliments go straight to my ego, I shrug. "I couldn't talk to the loser to save my life." Cruel truer words have never been spoken. 

"I'll pay you." Jongin grabs my wrist as I turn to walk away. 

I raise an eyebrow. Now we're talking. "How much?" 

"Five dollars per conversation." 

"Ten." 

"Chanyeol you're rich and you get an allowance." 

"Yes, but whenever I end up in detention, my mom cuts it off for double the detention time." I check my watch. "Pay me fifteen per conversation or else." 

With a defeated pout, Jongin agrees to my terms and rushes off to class. He made me promise not to tell Kyungsoo about our deal, however. 

I don't know why you're complaining you're rich too. Plus I wonder what's his deal with the dork anyways. Jongin is funny, sexy, charming.... He's just as outgoing as I am. And Kyungsoo is dark, brooding, and judgmental. 

On the way to class, I find a lollipop within my pocket, and don't hesitate to stick it in my mouth. 

Whatever, I just have to get the job done. No questions asked. 

I end up late to Mr. Byun's class, just by a couple of seconds but still, the sneaking through the backdoor trick won't work with him, I soon realize. 

"Sorry, Mr." I hold my hands up in apology. "I was just-"

"Roughing kids up at the bike station? I saw Mr. Park." He shoots me that infamous grin. "Just sit down please." 

For once, A teacher's quick remark has made me shut up and do as I was told. 

Maybe it was him. 

Maybe it was me trying to make an effort as a "good kid." Yet, it's unlikely considering I was "roughing a kid up" and was late to class. Not to mention I can't even bear to wear a pair of khakis. Damn. 

"Who was he talking about." Sehun leans over and whispers. But I shake my head not wanting to answer. 

I wrote notes. :) 

About 50% of it anyway :( 

But again, it's the thought that counts. 

"We should hang out after school," Sehun suggests as we find a place to eat for lunch. "A new game store opened up and I wanna check it out." 

"Can't. Detention." 

"Right. I forgot. Damnit." He holds his tray up. "By the way, who are you looking for?" My best friend tries to follow my gaze as I scan the endless cafeteria for a specific raven-haired shortie.

"Kyungsoo." I answer 

Sehun repeats the name under his tongue, trying to rack his brain. "D.O Kyungsoo? What do you want with him? Was that the kid you were bullying?" 

"I wasn't bullying anyone." I defend and give up. He was nowhere to be seen, so Sehun and I sat at an empty table. 

It's not until detention after school when I see him. Sitting in the back, where he always did reading a thick novel. I can already feel the dread coursing through me as I prepare myself. Talking to this kid is hard, and I realize that Mr. Byun isn't here yet. 

So I take this opportunity to approach him. 

 I pull up one of those plastic chairs from the corner of the room and sit right across from him. To my dismay, Kyungsoo straight up ignores me! As if I wasn't even there. I cough. 

Nothing. 

I cough again. 

Still nothing! 

This arrogant little shit. I refrain from roughing him up and tap on his shoulder. Finally. Kyungsoo lifts and eye up from his novel and stares at me. Well more like, glares at me. 

"Can I help you?" His words come out small, but aggressive. 

"I was looking for you at lunch today." I keep a smile. "Where were you?" 

"I eat in the library." He answers matter-of-factly. 

"I wanna be friends," I say to deaf ears. Kyungsoo eyes me, before going back to his book. End of conversation it seems like. 

It was then when Mr. Byun rushes into the room looking slightly disheveled. "Sorry, I'm late guys." He says breathlessly. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, but I don't know why. I pay extra attention to how his first two buttons are undone, revealing the tiniest piece of pale skin, and the way his cheeks were flushed. Was he running here? 

I don't know what he was doing, but I thank God I saw him in such an unprofessional state.

Not a lot of chanbaek this chapter, but I'll make up for it next ch. :)