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D.O., or Do Kyungsoo, was an average high school student, wanting to major in literature. He was an aspiring author. He had so many plot lines and story ideas, but he could never actually write them into a story. He wasn't sure how to start them or continue them. Thus the big brown journal was born. It held all his plot ideas and started stories. He carried it around with him, but he never shared it with anyone except for his closest friend, Suho.
Kyungsoo was a bit of an introvert, only knowing Suho because they've been friends since they were young, their parents sort of having forced them together. They got along well, so their friendship flourished.
It was the start of senior year. Suho was driving Kyungsoo to school, the two chatting about how this year's going to turn out.
Suho found a good parking space, pulling his key out of the ignition once he parked the car. The two exited out of the bright red car. One was excited for the school year and the other was excited for the end of the school year. Guess who's who. If you guessed that Kyungsoo was excited for school, then you guessed incorrectly.
Kyungsoo was glad he had some classes with Suho, else he wouldn't have been able to survive senior year without him.
Sadly, 1st period was one class they weren't sharing.
The two bid each other goodbye and went their separate ways, their lockers far apart from each other.
Kyungsoo was not expecting to find a hot guy leaning against his.
Kyungsoo slowed his steps as he took in (read: admire) the man's appearance.
The man had dark brown locks that were messily styled with ripped skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. All in all, the male looked sexy and dangerous. Something Kyungsoo felt he needed to avoid. But how was he going to do that if the man was leaning against his locker?
Kyungsoo warily approached the man, pursing his lips as he stopped next to the brunet.
"Umm, excuse me sir, you're standing in front of my locker." Kyungsoo had a blank expression as he spoke to the brunet, who in turn glanced down at him. He had a sort of scowl on his face, but he moved to the side, turning away from Kyungsoo to talk to his friend again.
Kyungsoo scoffed, nose scrunching up. 'Rude,' he thought, quickly opening his locker. He grabbed his 1st period and 2nd period binders, shoving them into his backpack before shutting his locker door. His brown orbs flickered over towards the scowling brunet, surprised to find the other staring at him. A light blush dusted his cheeks and Kyungsoo quickly hurried away, not wanting to be in that awkward situation any longer.
Kyungsoo shuffled into his 1st period class with a few minutes to spare, sitting down in a desk near the door. He set his backpack down next to him on the ground, staring down at his desk as he willed his blush to go away.
Soon enough, kids started filtering in from the noisy hallway, filling up the once empty classroom.
The bell rung, signaling the beginning of class.
Fortunately for Kyungsoo, no one was sitting next to him, so he got the whole desk to himself, well, that was until Mr. Scowl walked into class. Kyungsoo prayed with every fiber of his being that the brunet didn't sit next to him. Apparently god did not feel like being generous because the brunet chose to sit next to him.
Kyungsoo cursed his luck, wanting to bang his head on his desk but decided against it at the last second, not wanting to seem weirder than he already must seem to Mr. Scowl.
Fortunately, Mr. Scowl didn't seem very talkative, because he didn't say anything to Kyungsoo for most of the class time. That was until, close to the end of the period, the brunet decided to lean in close to Kyungsoo, his lips close to Kyungsoo's ear.
"What did Mr. Joon say our homework was again?" Mr. Scowl whispered into Kyungsoo's ear. Fucking whispered!
Kyungsoo blushed again, like the awkward potato he is, and stuttered out a response.
Mr. Scowl had a smirk on his lips as he pulled away from Kyungsoo, uttering a soft thank you.
Kyungsoo bobbed his head, staring down at the blank piece of paper lying on his desk, suddenly wanting to bang his head against the desk. Again. He manages to refrain from making a fool of himself, deciding to put his binder and pencils away.
Kyungsoo didn't understand why he was blushing like a school girl when Mr. Scowl had whispered in his ear. He frowned at the thought, wishing for the bell to ring so he can go to his 2nd period class.
God's finally been listening because the bell rang after he wished for it too. Kyungsoo took off, dashing out into the hall as he made his way to second period, ignoring the odd looks he received.
Once in 2nd period, he sat himself close to the back, science not being one of his favorites. He knew, for a fact, that his teacher, Ms. Byun, sat at her desk for most of the class period, so he'd be able to catch a few z's soon.
Unfortunately, a certain male walked into the class just as the bell rang. Guess who? Yep, it's Mr. Scowl! Kyungsoo eyed all the open desks, praying that the brunet sat down in one of them.
Nope. The male spotted Kyungsoo in the back and made his way over.
Kyungsoo couldn't believe his eyes. Why was he coming over here? They barely talked! Unless... kyungsoo's eyes narrowed. That little shit. He growled something unintelligible underneath his breath.
He just wanted this day to be over!
Throughout the class period, Kyungsoo was on his toes the whole time, unable to fall asleep like he'd like because fucking Mr. Scowl in all his hotness kept leaning over and asking questions about some of the questions on the worksheet. And he fucking had to whisper them.
Kyungsoo was a blushing mess by the end of the period, glaring daggers at the smirking brunet next to him. That little shit was asking for it. It's like he's Satan's spawn! What did he do to deserve this?! Kyungsoo was having an internal scream fest, oblivious to the smug look the brunet sent him.
The class dragged on for what seemed like hours, but in reality, it was only a little more than half an hour.
The bell rang once more, signaling the end of class. Kyungsoo bolted out as soon as he could, hurrying to his locker. He couldn't wait till he saw Suho so he could rant about Mr. Scowl to him.
He got the chance in 3rd period, seeing as the two share the class. They sat next to each other near the back, quietly chatting to each other for the first half of the class since the teacher left the students to their own devices.
"Mr. Scowl? Really? That's what you call him? So not creative." Suho scoffed, shaking his head at his friend.
Kyungsoo pouted. "What? That's the only thing I could think of at that moment.. I mean, he did scowl at me at first.."
Suho sighs, patting his friend on the shoulder. "You'll be ok, Kyungsoo.. it's only two classes you have with him." Suho obviously could not predict the future else he would not have said this.
Kyungsoo nods, his lips shifting downwards into a frown. "I'm hungry. When's lunch?"
Suho laughs, finding it amusing that Kyungsoo switched the topic.
"Lunch is soon, don't worry." He chuckles.
The two boys chatted for the rest of the period, walking to 4th period together.
They went to lunch together as well, which was during 4th period.
They sat outside under a large oak tree, talking about their classes and how boring they are, Kyungsoo complaining about Mr. Scowl.
"We really need to give him a different name," Suho commented, finishing his apple.
"Like what?" Kyungsoo questioned, munching on his turkey sandwich.
"Like his actual name?" Suho suggested.
Kyungsoo scoffed. "No, thank you. I'd rather not know that."
Suho shrugged, taking a sip of his water.
The two finished up their lunches before heading in, going back to 4th period.
Once 4th period ended, the two friends parted ways, each having different classes. Kyungsoo was rather excited about this next one since it was writing class and he loved to write.
Kyungsoo happily walked into class, sitting down in a desk near the front, wanting to be able to hear the teacher.
He was so absorbed in jotting down the notes the teacher had already put on the board, he didn't notice when someone sat down next to him. That was until they whispered into his ear.
"Are we supposed to be taking notes?" The brunet had whispered into his ear, the lowness of it sending a slight shiver down Kyungsoo's spine.
"Y-yes..." he stammered in response, staring down at the paper.
The brunet loved provoking reactions out of Kyungsoo, finding them amusing.
Kyungsoo tried to ignore the brunet the best he could, but he was finding it hard when he could tell the other was staring at him out of the corner of his eye.
He wanted to snap at the brunet but he didn't want to miss out on the lecture the English teacher was giving.
It's going to become a habit, this dashing out of class once the bell rings, Kyungsoo can tell.
6th and 7th period were spent with Suho, no Mr. Scowl in sight. Kyungsoo was relieved.
Suho drove Kyungsoo home.
"I'll see you tomorrow! Make sure you do your homework!" Suho waved to his friend.
"Alright, mom! I won't forget." Kyungsoo smiles, watching his friend drive off before he headed up to the front door of his house, unlocking it with his house keys. He shut the door behind him, locking it. He went to his bedroom, just wanting to relax on his bed. He threw his backpack down onto the ground as he fell face first onto his bed, fisting his sheets with a frustrated sigh.
Senior year is going to be hell.