{𝑀}𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 |✨𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑦𝑢✨[ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

(Please read the A/N at the end💜)

One. . .

Two. . .

Three. . .

Three seconds passed by, and Yeonjun drew a circle.

Four. . .

Five. . .

Six. . .

Six seconds passed by, and Yeonjun drew another circle.

Seven. . .

Eight. . .

Nine. . .

Nine seconds passed by, and Yeonjun drew a long oval between the two circles.

Ten. . .

Eleven. . .

Twelve. . .

Yeonjun looked over at question 20 of his test. The question was too complicated for Yeonjun's understanding— Which is okay since every kid learns at their own pace and has different subjects that he can excel at. . . But what wasn't okay was that when he moved on to question number 21, the question's answer was based off on the answer he was supposed to give for question 20.

Oh, fuck. . . You know what? Forget about my engineering career. Stripper's pole, here I come!

With that in mind, the 18-year old harshly rose from his seat, alerting everyone of the students around and making Wooyoung look over with anticipation.

Yeonjun grabbed his paper, walked all the way to his English teacher's desk, and slammed the paper on the fine dark wood. He paused for a moment to gather his frustrations and finally let his voice rise as he pointed an accusing finger at his dumbfounded teacher.

"FUCK YOU," He whirled around and pointed at the two students who had the highest marks in the class. "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, AND-" 

Yeonjun paused again and his whole demeanor changed. Everyone was staring at him as if he'd gone mad, but Yeonjun's attention was now focused on his friend. His eyes softened, and his tense shoulders finally dropped. "You're cool, Bro. Please come to console me after this."

With that, Yeonjun grabbed his backpack and bowed at his teacher goodbye before exiting the classroom as if nothing had happened.

Everyone stayed quiet, they wanted to gossip about what was going on with Yeonjun this time, but their mouths were glued shut because they knew that if they dared to let out a tiny peep, their merciless teacher would punish them with an "F" for the whole school semester.

Between the silence of those that Yeonjun had startled, Wooyoung cleared his throat and raised his hand high into the air. "Mr. Kim, C-Can I got to the bathroom?" He asked in a shaky voice, silently begging to be let out of the suffocating classroom and see his lovely friend.

The teacher barely heard him as he looked at Yeonjun's paper. He's already used to seeing little messages written by Yeonjun to him about how shitty the class was, but this one took the slice of cake. Mr. Kim's eyebrows arched as his brown eyes caught sight of a stick figure sucking something that didn't seem too school-friendly. 

"Mr. Kim, go suck on a pp~

Your favorite student, Yeonjunnie~"

Mr. Kim stared at the drawing and pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Teach the new generation,' They said. 'It'll be worth the pay,' They said. He let out a frustrated sigh and moved to his computer, typing away an email to the boy's lovely mother. "You can go, Wooyoung. It'll cost you and Mr. Choi a referral, and a pass to the principal's office, though."

Wooyoung suppressed a sigh of relief and victory, his body already getting out of his seat with his beat-up backpack slung over his shoulder. His parents would probably murder him once he got home with a letter from his principal, but who cared? His friend's mental health was much more important.

So, with all his dignity dangerously hanging by a small strand, Wooyoung walked to his teacher's desk and placed his own paper on the fine-ass wood before quickly leaving the classroom.

Mr. Kim finished typing on the computer and took a small look at the other boy's paper. . . But the sight only made him want to slam his head against his desk, now questioning why he even felt enough pity for Yeonjun to let Wooyoung leave his classroom as well.

At the edge of the paper, there were the same two figures drawn. . . And with a sentence similar to Yeonjun's as well.

"Eat some dick, Kim. You need it ;) 

With little to no love, Wooyoung <3"

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Hi! Wassup :P

Before Midnight is finally here! After months of starvation, it has arrived.

Ahhhh I'm happy I can finally publish this, but also embarrassed??? I don't know jdsskjkjdkd 

This is story is really. . . Something else compared to the one's I've written. . . BUT WHO CARES?! We all love nonsense written at 2 AM :D

Keep in mind that this story is not as serious or as dark as my other stories. I want to kind of step away from darker themes, so this one is like fresh air to me TwT I will keep this simple and kinda straightforward too instead of very complex since I just want something simple to work on, y'know? 

Oh! I also recently realized that I enjoy writing comedic storylines, so that's what I'll be writing for this one in particular. My humor will probably be shitty and cringy. . . But whO CaReS, HeEhEe.

Anyways, the clock's ticking I have to go—

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~Come back before midnight 🧸🕛