𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬 || sansang

1.03 Some kind of disaster

"I'm so bored..." Another forceful whine came from San's side of the desk, while he nudged his head against the windowsill - dragging out his words to emphasize exactly how bored he was.

The endless stream of complaints, which had started the moment the two students sat down, was an annoying itch in Yeosang's ears, while he tried his best to ignore his despised classmate. With gritted teeth he casually flipped through the pages of his text book, but San didn't give up that easily.

"So... Bored..."

"I don't care!" Yeosang grumbled, as he reached the limit of his tolerance that had been put very much under the test. "Just be quiet, and focus on the assignment."

"But I don't want to!"

Another whine, and the sound of San pushing his chair out caused Yeosang to inhale sharply from the growing irritation towards the younger. But, he kept skimming down the pages in front of him, not wanting to give San any more attention. It was easier said than done however, and Yeosang soon had to give in.

"What are you doing?" Yeosang sighed, briefly peeking up through his lashes, when he heard chalk being drawn across the blackboard with fast strokes.

"I'm drawing you!" San replied with a proud smile, turning around pointing towards the masterpiece he had made.

With a roll of his eyes Yeosang finally looked up at San, who was looking back at him with his usual mischievous smirk. Classes had went by way too fast that day, as Yeosang had been in absolutely no rush to meet up with San for the English assignment - not that he had any expectations of San showing up on the agreed time though.

But surprisingly enough, he had found San waiting for him inside the agreed classroom, although leaned back on a chair with his legs swung over the desk in front of him.

"That looks nothing like me." With that short statement Yeosang looked back down at his books, so annoyed that day that he didn't even bother to comment on how San had used the school tie as a headband instead of around the collar of his shirt.

"Oh, you're right... Not grumpy enough!" San quickly said, grabbing the eraser to redraw the mouth to a very downwards going half-circle. "There we go!"

"Could you just sit down and try to focus for five minutes? The faster we get this over with, the faster we can get away from each other again."

Flipping aggressively through the pages now, Yeosang mumbled a few curse words under his breath, while thinking about how Seonghwa would scrunch up his face if he ever heard him talk like that. However that bad habit of his had come to be, was unclear to him - but it could probably be traced right back to the dark haired devil boy in front of him.

Yeosang was about to take a quick peek at him, wondering how anyone could be that annoying, when San suddenly sat down on a chair right on the other side of the small desk.