[✓] ❛ my darling ❜ || sungwon

002: playboy brainrot.

002: PLAYBOY BRAINROT.

sunghoon was feeling a multitude of emotions at the moment and regret was surely one of them.

he wishes that he had pushed off the unknown boy earlier so he wouldn't have to be running in the halls 15 minutes into first period tryint to get to class.

he dashed around trying to get there as fast as he could whilst also avoiding the hall monitors constantly on the lookout for students skipping class or using the bathroom without a hallpass.

all the numbers on the top of the extensive amount of doors never seemed familiar to him as he stopped for a moment and snuck his way into the male bathroom, taking his bag off of his shoulders.

when he entered the bathroom, he was shocked to see how clean and well kept it was. if he knew anything about schools where he lived, it was that they were extremely dirty, full of jerks, and smelt bad.

speaking of jerks, all those jerks were fucking humungous.

they stood 3, 4, and sometimes 5 inches above sunghoons 5'9 frame (changed his height for plot purposes).

but that's besides the point, now he was making his way to one of the many open stalls considering that no teachers allowed their students to go to the bathroom during first or last period. he never understood the rule but had no choice to comply.

seeing as he found none of the rooms in the hallway he had just escaped from to be familiar, he searched through his backpack (which was sat carefully on the bathroom floor) for his schedule.

his schedule was very dear to him, if he lost it he might as well float away into the abyss.

when he finally had found it, he scanned it to see where his first period class was usually to be held on mondays.

once he had read the paper 50 times to make sure he read it correctly and didn't end up locked in the janitors closet like that one time in 5th grade, he put his schedule back into his folder (not before taking a photo of it for easier access) and put said folder back into his neat jansport backpack. basic but handy.

he put his backpack back onto his... back... and made his way out of the bathroom, only peaking through the door to check for teachers and then zooming his way to the right to make a run towards his classroom.

he had obviously been in the wrong hallway, because he's just that stupid.

he stealthily walked through the hallway full of doors and lively classrooms, carefully passing doors with their blinds open or doors not fully shut like they should be.

sunghoon perked up when he FINALLY found his designated learning location and took 3 deep breaths before walking into the classroom.

all the 6 feet+ guys and the pretty girls' heads zapped right towards his lanky and now shy figure. he glanced at his teacher who did not look too happy to see him 25 minutes late to class.

"park. you're late." his teacher, who we'll call ms. minatozaki, announced. "detention after school. I expected better from you, sunghoon." she said, a frown visible on her stunning face.

"I-I'm sorry ms. minatozaki I-" sunghoon was about to begin apologizing very sincerely, until he got interrupted by one of the jerkwads in his class.

"okay Jesus shut up we get it!" said the tall but rude guy, a girl behind him smirking and chuckling at the remark.

"oh... okay." sunghoon glanced at the boy and then his teacher before nodding apologetically towards her, to which he returned with only a slight smile and a nod, and he went to sit down in his seat near the very very back.

he liked this seat, not because it was farthest from the teachers view so he could get away with more things, but because there weren't many people there. he knew some of the people in his class weren't all too bad, but the only person in his life he has ever talked to without wanting to murder himself is jay.

him and jay went way back, from around preschool they were friends. jay would try anything and everything to get sunghoon to talk to more people, but it never worked.

going back to the scene in the classroom, sunghoon was currently taking out the necessary tools and equipment needed for a basic maths class: pens, pencils, maybe some highlighters for good notes and definitely a notebook.

his mine went to the boy he'd met in the hallway.

lets change that around... not met, but rather encountered.

he was tall and very good looking in sunghoons eyes. he seemed like he was someone who got whatever he wanted just by asking, too.

if sunghoon looked that perfect he probably could get whatever he wanted as well, but thats put aside for shower thoughts.

he wondered many things, is the boy older than him? who is he? why was he so persistent to figure out why I bumped into him? is he a bully? does he know me?

"err... sunghoon!" ms. minatozaki suddenly spoke, shoving sunghoon out of his thoughts and immediately retracing his focus from his very interesting pencil back to the board. "can you answer this question please?"

"I..." he fumbled around, trying to analyze and solve the question on the board. he was really off his game today. usually he'd be great at math, he never got these surprise call ons wrong no matter what class he was in.

"I'm sorry ms. minatozaki... I-I don't know..." he whispered, loud enough for the teacher to here. it was no surprise that some students let out chuckles and some even rolled their eyes and called sunghoon rude names under their breath.

"I don't know why you're all laughing. Hyujan you have a 47% for this marking period so instead of laughing maybe you should try and solve this problem too." ms. minatozaki, who we'll just call sana now, retorted back to the laughter. despite her giving sunghoon detention, she adored him and his determination to be an average student very much. it was something you don't see very often in this school.

"as for sunghoon, it's okay to not know, but please pay attention next time." she smiled towards him and turned back around to the board to solve the problem since sunghoon couldn't.

sunghoon sighed and pushed away his thoughts about the hot- no, the unknown boy, for later.

"I dont even know his name..." he sighed, picking up a pencil to catch up with his teacher.