Romeo and Juliet are the characters of a famous love story novel. Unlike Romeo and Juliet, Seungcheol and Jeonghan aren't lovers, in fact, they dread to see each other the most, and it's a miracle to go a day without fighting.
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That day, after the incident at the bathroom, Jeonghan entered his class looking like a mess, he sat beside Joshua that time, who joked that he— "You looked like you were fucked on your way here!"
Jeonghan dismissed it and told him to add Seungcheol on the list instead, of course, his friend teased him about it again, but using Seokmin as a blackmail as usual made him stop and comply.
So Seungcheol was written on the list, The next few days, they trained for an upcoming competition against another school.
And Jeonghan really hated being team members with him.
The black haired man was highly praised for his skills, was continuously gaining fan girls, that Jeonghan even lost some. The older even made new friends, including Jun, who was once Jeonghan hyung biased.
There was also a time when a team member joked that, "Seungcheol hyung is a better team captain that Jeonghan hyung!" No one laughed that time, and that member surrendered his jersey because he was prohibited and replaced from joining the upcoming competition.
Jeonghan still hated him to the core and promised he'll torture that player in the form of hardcore trainings specially designed for him alone.
All these scenarios made jeonghan remember why he hated Seungcheol in the first place, oh, right, cause he can flash one dashing smile, one flex of his muscle and then all attention are drawn to him and him alone.
With that thought, Jeonghan sighed, a deep sigh, and looked down.
They were currently the the function hall, all his batch mates were there, as this school is a private one, definitely for privileged rich people, and also a few scholar students including Seungcheol. There were about 100 people on his batch.
They all had different schedules, so they were confused as to why all of them were asked to gather on the hall for English class.
The wait didn't have to continue, as their chubby English teacher went inside, with his usual aura, he took graceful steps, almost crossing his feet as he steps, walking inside the hall like a runway.
His handbag sassily hanging on his right arm, and his hips swaying left and right, left and right, left and right, rip it, rip it–
(//hshsh forgive your author//)
It's Mr. Chwen, and now he settled his things and sat down as the class instantly went quiet.
