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"fuck," he thought to himself as reality had finally hit him. mashiho and junkyu had separated and gone to their respective classes, mashiho's being chemistry; much to his dismay. he really had to be smitten by junkyu last night, didn't he?
in hopes of seeing a little light in his future, he taps jeongwoo on the shoulder and leans in towards his ear. "let me copy off your homework," he whispers.
jeongwoo flinches quietly at the unfamiliar request. straight-a student, mashiho, who he'd usually ask to copy off, was asking him. "looks like we're both fucked. i was going to ask you." jeongwoo snickers on his own, as the other is too occupied trying not to have a panic attack in class. mashiho made sure to always have his homework ready, whether he had to pull several all-nighters driven by coffee and energy drinks, he still pulled through. not today, though. all because of kim junkyu.
"there she comes," jeongwoo says, discreetly pointing a finger at mrs. han making her way towards them in an intimidating manner. her glasses had slid down the bridge of her nose, allowing them to see how she was glaring at them from a distance. "we're so dead."
"ha jeongwoo, your assignment." her monotone voice echoes through the classroom sending shivers down their spines, as cold sweat builds up on mashiho's back.
"sorry, mrs. h, i don't have it," jeongwoo simply states, shrugging his shoulders and looking up at her innocently. he was used to this.
"and this time it's because?" she says after heaving a sigh. she was also used to this.
"uhm," his eyes trail the classroom as he tries to put an excuse together, "my pet turtle ate it."
"very well, detention."
"goddamnit," he groans, rubbing a hand over his face. did he really think that was going to work? detention wasn't really desired when he had soccer practice right after school and mashiho knew he was next.
"takata mashiho, i'm sure you have yours," she states with an inquiring gaze fixated on him. too nervous to reply, he grips his pencil tightly in his hands, turning his knuckles white as he manages to shake his head in response. mrs. han stares in disbelief, that's how rare mashiho missing to hand in homework was. and despite it being his first time, she still gave him detention.
"mrs. han shows no mercy, huh?" jeongwoo says patting the latter on the back as they make their way towards the classroom detention is held in. his hand rests on mashiho's back as his gaze is glued to the ground. "she could've at least let you off."
the two enter the class and boy was it a sight. their school was far from prestige, but they didn't have bad reviews; this is why crumpled paper spread across the room in various places, chairs that had been knocked over and marks on the floor created by tables being lugged against it countless of times, baffled mashiho to the point where keeping his mouth closed became a difficult task. he peeks at jeongwoo, who instinctively made his way towards one the seats in the third row, not sparing the mess a glance. what else could mashiho do other than follow along? jeongwoo was pretty much a veteran in that department.
there were a couple of familiar faces, who all looked comfortable; some with their feet on the desks, laughing and talking, others sleeping. one guy in particular, was keita. mashiho remembered him from his math class. the kid definitely wasn't stupid. every time mr. choi called on him, he returned a response faster than mashiho could even process the question with the same unfazed expression every time. yet, he still managed to get detention every day despite also being a straight-a student.
"i can't believe it. it's virgin mary." mashiho flinches once keita's voice reaches his ears. he really had to put all the attention on him, didn't he? he slowly turns around, trying his best to turn the corners of his lips up in what is supposed to look like a smile.
"hi, keita," he manages through gritted teeth. virgin mary. he had completely forgotten about keita's nickname for him. according to the math genius, he was too much of a goody two shoes, who was too afraid to try anything remotely bad.
"woah, mashiho!" byeonggon's voice booms from across the room. he hauls himself up from his chair and trots towards mashiho, planting his butt on his desk. "what the hell did you do? got caught skipping class? talked back to a teacher? no wait, better, you finally punched jeongwoo in the face."
"what the hell, man?" laugh fills the room after jeongwoo's offended outburst. mashiho can't help but laugh, however before he can respond someone else answers before him.
"as if, he probably forgot to hand homework in. even though that also seems impossible for our mary," keita interrupts a smirk growing on his face. mashiho rolls his eyes, well knowing he was spot on.
he also knew he had a long day ahead of him.