two bros chilling in a classroom, five feet apart, 'cause they're very gay :)
there's an intense love square.
maybe a love pentagon.
maybe a bigger love shape.
- TERRIBLY WRITTEN
- CRINGE WARNING
- chaos to angst ff
- grammar mistakes
- a very holy...
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"alright class, you all are aware of the new transfer student coming in today." the students beyond the door that separated me were all beginning to talk about my appearance. it's always the usual.
"i hope all of you will treat him nicely and be good classmates with him." the voices got louder. "please come in!" the teacher calls out.
not much of a big entrance, but the girls were already shrieking at my existence, and boys sheepishly smiling at me, waiting to jump me once the teacher leaves. and all i did was walk, breathe, and put on a classic pikachu meme face.
i sigh.
why do i live in a small world? ah wait, it ain't small to begin with, like a karen's small ego. haha... i'm not funny, i have terrible social skills smaller than a cell's lifeline, assuming they have a life to begin with. again, why do i live?
"you guys better shut up or it's the usual detentions." they instantly shut up. i like this teacher. "please introduce yourself."
i bow first. "hello, i'm jake shim." i pause. the approximately forty something people staring at my body proportions stay quiet. "and i'm from australia." instantly, the room erupts with feminine screams. the boys and i look at each other, knowing we're all tired of the constant female yells.
"quiet down, girls." the teacher whacks her podium with her stick thing. no joke, i'm scared of that stick despite the fact it has a little hamster plush on it. hamster? guinea pig? i don't know.
"you will be sitting at that desk in the corner. sunghoon, raise your hand." i couldn't see sunghoon's face, as he was practically hiding behind the rest of the students sitting in front of him. the slender hand poking out gave me permission to walk to my seat.
damn, i hate the school uniform. whoever invented uniforms, your existence was a failure. the school uniform feels so sandy, i'm repetitively having to scratch myself. or maybe it's because i've never worn the outfit until last night.
the whispers of the girls weren't even whispers. i'm so tired of having to hear the same compliments over and over again. shall we begin with a few examples? cue the apple home button, miss siri, please.
"omg, look at the way his hair is styled. totally my style."
"he looks rich."
"he looks like a bad boy."
"omg, a bad boy? i love bad boys."
"he's so handsome, i'm sobbing."
"i want his nose."
"he smells like toe fungus."
toe fungus? i think that was autocorrect. my apologies. it's tofu.
"class will begin shortly, please use your time wisely to be classmates with jake." once the teacher leaves, half of the class, as in girls, are in front of me, shouting questions they begged to know.
