schooldays.
schooldays
twojun (doojoon/junhyung), pg-13, goosebump-inducing unbeta'd
just something quick and simple. :))
One right turn and there it is, the school building in all its sun-painted glory, filled with the sound of dragging feet, of excited students shuffling into classrooms. Doojoon yawns into his palm and follows the crowd past the school gates, squinting up at the building and thinking, it looks like a dollhouse with its tiny windows when you look at it from a certain distance.
He pushes against a small group of squealing girls and stares at the bronze head of the school's founder right outside the main entrance, an unmoving sentinel with its upper lip stiff and moustache shining. Shoving a hand into his pocket, Doojoon fumbles for his handphone, checks his inbox for any new messages while struggling to climb the stairs.
1 new message
from: yong junhyung
school ends at three thirty for me,
see you in the library kyakyakya
Doojoon suppresses a grin while typing out his reply.
to: yong junhyung
ending earlier than you, loser!
see you later kekeke
He trips his way into his classroom that is right next to Junhyung's.
Junhyung nibbles on the tip of his pen while staring out the classroom window. The teacher is talking about history and wars, syllables crawling past the wax-red pucker of her lips and it bores him. The sound of the wall clock's hands moving is amplified, tick tock tick tock, like the clicking of his pen, except his thumb is pressing faster on the tip with each passing second.
His textbook is open and words dance across pages, interrupted only by the occasional picture of soldiers marching or children suffering, painful pixels forcing their way into his eyes. Junhyung fingers a corner of page 189, and draws a stick figure in the tiny space between words. An unshapely head with stiff angles for a jaw, and one crooked ink line for a body. Junhyung writes 'yoon doojoon' next to it and adds on four lines for legs and arms.
The teacher finally finishes her monologue and leaves just as Junhyung sketches in a tiny heart next to his stick figure.
The library is a place where only the sounds of paper crinkling and chairs scratching against the floor are audible. Unfortunately this isn't the case for a group of five boys seated at a table far away from the librarian's desk.
"So someone said something about a junior who looked like some greek god?"
"Somewhat, yes."
"Arab prince, actually."
"You guys, shut up and do your work already."
"Are we even here to study?"
Kikwang pushes at his spectacles, shifting awkwardly in his position next to Hyunseung. The taller claps a hand around his shoulder and sighs, "Don't be such a nerd now, Kikwang-ah. You should learn to relax a little, just look at Doojoon."
"Yah, what's that supposed to mean, Jang Hyunseung?"
Yoseob cuts in, shoving his books in Kikwang's direction.
"Do you guys remember that one time Doojoon tried to bully someone?"
Junhyung glares at everyone. "Guys, keep it down, the librarian's staring-"
"Oh yeah, don't even talk about it."
"Why not? It was hilarious! I can't believe you actually tried to pull that shit on our poor Kwangie."
"Guys," Junhyung hisses, Kikwang shrinks in his seat.
"What did Doojoon do again? Something about putting glue on the toilet seat?"
"Oh, that was nasty."
"Why the fuck would you do something like that?"
"Well, it was April Fool's after all!"
"I can't believe you ended up slipping and falling right onto the toilet seat even before Kikwang managed to take a step into the toilet."
Suddenly, Junhyung rises from his seat, gathering all his notes and swings his school bag over his shoulder; Kikwang sees this and follows quickly, shuffling out after Junhyung. Doojoon grabs onto Junhyung's shirt, "Wait, where are you going?"
Junhyung shrugs him off and continues walking ahead with Kikwang in tow, striding past the empty librarian's desk.
Later on, Doojoon, Yoseob and Hyunseung are thrown out of the library by the raging librarian. Doojoon messages Junhyung, yah why didn't you warn us!! and receives a mehrong in reply.
Art lesson.
Doojoon sits at the field with Junhyung by his side, they're having the same lesson today. He watches as Junhyung picks up a yellow crayon and colours a round yellow circle for a sun.
"Piss-yellow," Doojoon says. Junhyung's steady hand shakes just a little, and the circle isn't as perfect anymore. He slaps Doojoon on the arm. "Shut up and start drawing something."
So he sighs and drags his sketchbook out of his bag, and grabs any crayon ('royal purple' or as Doojoon puts it, 'gay purple') from Junhyung's crayon set. He draws a purple stick figure with flaring nostrils and misshapen eyes, then scrawls in the word 'yong' before it ends off with a squiggly line (Junhyung snatches the crayon away in time).
Dark clouds sponge the skies and Junhyung shows Doojoon his masterpiece. Doojoon smiles and describes it as 'a nine-year old's crayon-happy doodle of a piss-yellow sun smiling over a messy green field with patches of white in between'.
Junhyung calls Doojoon's drawing 'incredibly stupid', and they dodge each other's playful punches until the school bell sings along with the distant rumbling of thunder. Doojoon stretches his legs out on the grass and opens his mouth to say something about the rainclouds overhead when Junhyung's face comes in full view. Junhyung presses his lips to Doojoon's, pulls away quickly to laugh at the shock evident in his eyes, then runs off to his next lesson.
Some tiny old man is scratching out numbers and x's and y's onto the blackboard, coughing every now and then when the dust from the chalk pinched between his fingers finds its way into his rusty windpipe. Doojoon sits right in front of him, gripping a pencil and making a face whenever the teacher speaks (Listerine breath and too much saliva). The numbers on the board don't make sense to him, they look like random squiggles of chalk that add up to confusion.
The only numbers that interest him are: 1, 1989, 7, 4, 12, 9, 69. He forgets that they are no longer learning the basics of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division; each stroke of the pen must spill potential genius onto frightening blanks on their tests.
Fuck this, Doojoon thinks and puts his head on the cool surface of his desk. A shadow passes by the classroom door, and Doojoon swallows a giggle when he sees Junhyung waving outside.
Sore hearts and broken souls heal in dark corners of the campus, and premature love blossoms there too. One day Doojoon says, "Let's go there for an intense make-out session." Junhyung responds with an unimpressed 'no' and drags him away by the collar.
So Doojoon whines all the way to Junhyung's place but stops when Junhyung pulls him into the house.
Junhyung's mother is a sweet lady who likes to serve tea and sugary delights to visitors, and treats Doojoon like family (Doojoon winks at a frowning Junhyung). "I think I'm going to become a diabetic and it'll be your fault, madam," He jokes and Junhyung's mother blushes.
"Yah, don't flirt with my mom."
"But your mom is really pretty, now if only I were older..."
Doojoon leans in close and presses his lips to Junhyung's ear when his mother isn't looking and whispers, "I can see where you got your good looks from."
"And your nagging skills too, probably."
idk lmao
twojun (doojoon/junhyung), pg-13, goosebump-inducing unbeta'd
just something quick and simple. :))
One right turn and there it is, the school building in all its sun-painted glory, filled with the sound of dragging feet, of excited students shuffling into classrooms. Doojoon yawns into his palm and follows the crowd past the school gates, squinting up at the building and thinking, it looks like a dollhouse with its tiny windows when you look at it from a certain distance.
He pushes against a small group of squealing girls and stares at the bronze head of the school's founder right outside the main entrance, an unmoving sentinel with its upper lip stiff and moustache shining. Shoving a hand into his pocket, Doojoon fumbles for his handphone, checks his inbox for any new messages while struggling to climb the stairs.
1 new message
from: yong junhyung
school ends at three thirty for me,
see you in the library kyakyakya
Doojoon suppresses a grin while typing out his reply.
to: yong junhyung
ending earlier than you, loser!
see you later kekeke
He trips his way into his classroom that is right next to Junhyung's.
Junhyung nibbles on the tip of his pen while staring out the classroom window. The teacher is talking about history and wars, syllables crawling past the wax-red pucker of her lips and it bores him. The sound of the wall clock's hands moving is amplified, tick tock tick tock, like the clicking of his pen, except his thumb is pressing faster on the tip with each passing second.
His textbook is open and words dance across pages, interrupted only by the occasional picture of soldiers marching or children suffering, painful pixels forcing their way into his eyes. Junhyung fingers a corner of page 189, and draws a stick figure in the tiny space between words. An unshapely head with stiff angles for a jaw, and one crooked ink line for a body. Junhyung writes 'yoon doojoon' next to it and adds on four lines for legs and arms.
The teacher finally finishes her monologue and leaves just as Junhyung sketches in a tiny heart next to his stick figure.
The library is a place where only the sounds of paper crinkling and chairs scratching against the floor are audible. Unfortunately this isn't the case for a group of five boys seated at a table far away from the librarian's desk.
"So someone said something about a junior who looked like some greek god?"
"Somewhat, yes."
"Arab prince, actually."
"You guys, shut up and do your work already."
"Are we even here to study?"
Kikwang pushes at his spectacles, shifting awkwardly in his position next to Hyunseung. The taller claps a hand around his shoulder and sighs, "Don't be such a nerd now, Kikwang-ah. You should learn to relax a little, just look at Doojoon."
"Yah, what's that supposed to mean, Jang Hyunseung?"
Yoseob cuts in, shoving his books in Kikwang's direction.
"Do you guys remember that one time Doojoon tried to bully someone?"
Junhyung glares at everyone. "Guys, keep it down, the librarian's staring-"
"Oh yeah, don't even talk about it."
"Why not? It was hilarious! I can't believe you actually tried to pull that shit on our poor Kwangie."
"Guys," Junhyung hisses, Kikwang shrinks in his seat.
"What did Doojoon do again? Something about putting glue on the toilet seat?"
"Oh, that was nasty."
"Why the fuck would you do something like that?"
"Well, it was April Fool's after all!"
"I can't believe you ended up slipping and falling right onto the toilet seat even before Kikwang managed to take a step into the toilet."
Suddenly, Junhyung rises from his seat, gathering all his notes and swings his school bag over his shoulder; Kikwang sees this and follows quickly, shuffling out after Junhyung. Doojoon grabs onto Junhyung's shirt, "Wait, where are you going?"
Junhyung shrugs him off and continues walking ahead with Kikwang in tow, striding past the empty librarian's desk.
Later on, Doojoon, Yoseob and Hyunseung are thrown out of the library by the raging librarian. Doojoon messages Junhyung, yah why didn't you warn us!! and receives a mehrong in reply.
Art lesson.
Doojoon sits at the field with Junhyung by his side, they're having the same lesson today. He watches as Junhyung picks up a yellow crayon and colours a round yellow circle for a sun.
"Piss-yellow," Doojoon says. Junhyung's steady hand shakes just a little, and the circle isn't as perfect anymore. He slaps Doojoon on the arm. "Shut up and start drawing something."
So he sighs and drags his sketchbook out of his bag, and grabs any crayon ('royal purple' or as Doojoon puts it, 'gay purple') from Junhyung's crayon set. He draws a purple stick figure with flaring nostrils and misshapen eyes, then scrawls in the word 'yong' before it ends off with a squiggly line (Junhyung snatches the crayon away in time).
Dark clouds sponge the skies and Junhyung shows Doojoon his masterpiece. Doojoon smiles and describes it as 'a nine-year old's crayon-happy doodle of a piss-yellow sun smiling over a messy green field with patches of white in between'.
Junhyung calls Doojoon's drawing 'incredibly stupid', and they dodge each other's playful punches until the school bell sings along with the distant rumbling of thunder. Doojoon stretches his legs out on the grass and opens his mouth to say something about the rainclouds overhead when Junhyung's face comes in full view. Junhyung presses his lips to Doojoon's, pulls away quickly to laugh at the shock evident in his eyes, then runs off to his next lesson.
Some tiny old man is scratching out numbers and x's and y's onto the blackboard, coughing every now and then when the dust from the chalk pinched between his fingers finds its way into his rusty windpipe. Doojoon sits right in front of him, gripping a pencil and making a face whenever the teacher speaks (Listerine breath and too much saliva). The numbers on the board don't make sense to him, they look like random squiggles of chalk that add up to confusion.
The only numbers that interest him are: 1, 1989, 7, 4, 12, 9, 69. He forgets that they are no longer learning the basics of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division; each stroke of the pen must spill potential genius onto frightening blanks on their tests.
Fuck this, Doojoon thinks and puts his head on the cool surface of his desk. A shadow passes by the classroom door, and Doojoon swallows a giggle when he sees Junhyung waving outside.
Sore hearts and broken souls heal in dark corners of the campus, and premature love blossoms there too. One day Doojoon says, "Let's go there for an intense make-out session." Junhyung responds with an unimpressed 'no' and drags him away by the collar.
So Doojoon whines all the way to Junhyung's place but stops when Junhyung pulls him into the house.
Junhyung's mother is a sweet lady who likes to serve tea and sugary delights to visitors, and treats Doojoon like family (Doojoon winks at a frowning Junhyung). "I think I'm going to become a diabetic and it'll be your fault, madam," He jokes and Junhyung's mother blushes.
"Yah, don't flirt with my mom."
"But your mom is really pretty, now if only I were older..."
Doojoon leans in close and presses his lips to Junhyung's ear when his mother isn't looking and whispers, "I can see where you got your good looks from."
"And your nagging skills too, probably."
idk lmao