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If Beomgyu could choose any time to die, it'd be right now. As he stands frozen at the back of the class, the teacher announces their new seating arrangement. There was currently three people left. One person could be seated alone, and the other two would live happily together, seatmates.
The only problem was that Beomgyu was one of those three, along with Choi Yeonjun. The third person was the oh-so timid Park Sunghoon. Beomgyu hopes to the fucking stars above the sky that he gets paired up with Sunghoon. Please, please.
His begs were all in vain.
"Choi Beomgyu and.. Choi Yeonjun." It was like lightning struck through his body. Running down his veins and dipping through his bones, zapping at his fingertips as his hand clenched. Sunghoon began walking to his seat—alone. peaceful. Yeonjunless.
And Beomgyu? Beomgyu was stuck at the back of the class as Yeonjun walked over to his seat—their seat, actually. "Beomgyu? Sit down, please. Class needs to start." His teacher said, adjusting their glasses. Beomgyu glances at the vacant seat next to that stupid piece of trash (ahem—Yeonjun), giving in and begrudgedly placing himself next to him. Trying to scoot his farthest in his seat.
Look, he's not an immature child who hates a certain kid in class because he smells like absolute shit, he has his reasons! Yeonjun is literally his thirteenth reason!
"No need to seem so happy about it," Yeonjun comments, playing with the string of his sweater. Beomgyu wants to rip his mouth off his face. "You love me a bit too much, huh?"
"Shut the fuck up." Beomgyu grunts out, shoving his bag onto the floor to show his frustration. Not a kid, he says to himself, breathing in and out, I am not an immature kid. Yet, he surely does feel like it. Yeonjun takes out a pencil, leaning on his palm as he taps it onto the table.
It pissed Beomgyu off, obviously, but Yeonjun doesn't stop. Tap, tap, tap. Over and over until Beomgyu feels like ripping his hair out, or maybe grabbing the pencil and throwing it out the fucking window. Not a damn kid, he reminds himself.
Not a kid, not a kid. Don't act like one. He repeats like a mantra, hands coming to cover his ears, but the tap doesn't stop, getting even louder and louder. Louder, louder, and louder—
"Can you stop?" He snaps as he takes the hands off his ears. The taps stop. Yeonjun looks his way with an irritated glint in his eye. Not a kid.
Yeonjun looks baffled, "What?"
"Stop—stop tapping the fucking pencil. It's annoying." He said. Yeonjun sets the pencil down, a concerned look on his face. Beomgyu wants to smack it off. You're not a kid.
"What's your problem with it?" Yeonjun asks.
"It's annoying—did you not hear me?" Beomgyu's voice got a bit louder, earning the looks from classmates around them. The teacher doesn't seem to notice. You're acting like a kid. No, no he's not. He should address things that annoy him, shouldn't he? His mom always said that. Address things that bother you. You're not a kid, speak up for yourself. You're not a kid, never will be. Act like an adult. You're not a kid.
And that's right. He's not one. Yeonjun is. "So fucking weird." Yeonjun mumbles, playing with his earring as he turns back to the teacher. Beomgyu deems himself satisfied, leaning in his seat and finally, finally being able to pay attention.
See? He handled it well. He's not a kid.
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Jisung snorts. Annoying and too loud for his liking, munching on another one of his off-branded chips. At lunch, he could finally get a break. No more annoying classmates, no more Yeonjun. Just him and his friends. And maybe Jisung.
"You've been paired up with him for every class?" Jisung cackles loudly, leaning forward and onto the lunch table, "holy shit, you unlucky bastard." He laughs again, nearly choking on his stupid, oily chip. Jisung wipes his hand on his pants, about to mess up Beomgyu's hair before Beomgyu leans back, avoiding it and mumbling a quiet: fucking snob.
Jisung hears, but of course he doesn't mind. He's used to it. Soobin pats Beomgyu's back comfortingly, letting him lean onto his shoulder as he looks over his phone. Beomgyu's thankful that at least someone cares.
"It's not as funny as you think it is." Soobin sighs, squeezing Beomgyu's arm, "now we're gonna have to see an angry Gyu almost everyday, Jisung."
The man across the table nods, adding a sigh to make it even more dramatic. "Imagine being that unlucky. This is what happens when you're on gods bad sides, hm, Gyu?"
Beomgyu scoffs, "I don't believe in god."
"Exactly my point!"
"You're so fucking annoying." And that is something everyone agrees on. "Wheres kai, by the way?"
Soobin shrugs, "practice, maybe. Or he's with his lover boy, Taehyun."
Jisung perks up at that, "most likely with his lover boy." At that, a tray slams onto the table and Felix slides in next to Jisung, handing him his chips as well.
"'course he's with Taehyun, guys. What kinda question is that?" Felix adds with a laugh. Jisung throws an arm around his shoulder, murmuring a you know me so well, lix like it'll help the fact that Hueningkai probably isn't with Taehyun. Mostly because he's a damn coward and Taehyun, well, he isn't. Beomgyu thinks so.
"Wherever he is, it doesn't matter. He doesn't need to be included in this conversation anyways." Jisung said. "I'll inform you of the news today, lix. Beomgyu, here, is as lucky as Doyoungs ass! He's been paired up with Yeonjun in every class!"
Beomgyu confirms the 'annoying fucks' title on Jisung and Felix as they start laughing their asses off, tears pricking at their eyes. Soobin and Beomgyu exchange looks and decide it's best to ignore them.
So much for friends, Beomgyu thinks. And he's partially right.