CLASSROOMS

@〈 ST 〉Byun Baekhyun [] i am so sorry it's way shorter than you wrote omg
but take your time replying beb

The classroom is relatively quiet, there are students scattered in multiple seats, in a group with their friends, talking amongst themselves, or they’re sitting there quietly studying. The sunlight bathes them in a warmth that relieves them from the stress of the intense college atmosphere, where the students are all intellectual geniuses, or they’re all incredibly rich and somehow weaseled their way into the school. Fortunately, Kyungsoo found himself in the best of both worlds. He’s somewhat smart, enough to achieve a 4.8 GPA in high school – what blocked him from a 5.0, he didn’t like to recall – and his father showered him in whatever he wanted, whether it be clothes, cars, or some phone or laptop.

Kyungsoo has his face practically drowning within pages of a biology textbook and his hyung’s old notes. Sehun was his boyfriend, a second year majoring in biology just as he was. From his viewpoint he could say his lover was superior to his intellectual capability and deserved far better than Kyungsoo, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit such a fact because he was greedy and selfish, and there was no way the first year was ever going to let his boyfriend go without a fight. Yet Kyungsoo’s thoughts are derailed from his train of thought when the resident fool Byun Baekhyun pops up behind him and begins his long speech, mostly containing odd and deranged forms of his name. Ddungsoo, Kyungslo, whatever it may be, Baekhyun seemed to refuse to acknowledge that Kyungsoo’s name was in fact ‘Do Kyungsoo’. “You know, I’m not going to try and fix your problems with my name anymore, my attempts will be futile.”

A few months ago the first year had an unfortunate run-in with Baekhyun. His wallet had been slipped from his pocket while he was talking with his precious Sehun, and Kyungsoo didn’t notice until the moment he got back to his dorm and shed his pants off. The entire night the biology major spent his time sulking in his bed, duvet covered over his head as he whined and rolled around, worry gnawing at his chest. Needless to say, it was a dark time in Kyungsoo’s life that he’d never want to revisit. Ultimately his wallet was given back to him and by the time he realized he was pickpocketed, Baekhyun had called him a plethora of different names and that’s when his annoyance grew into something the man had taken advantage of. Yet, there was something in Kyungsoo that somehow admired the extroverted personality, he just wished he himself wasn’t the victim of said personality.

“I did, I finished the second half of the project, thank you very much.” His teeth are grinding against each other, and Kyungsoo wants to run out of the classroom because of the sentence that flows from Baekhyun’s mouth right after. He did spend some intimate time with Sehun last night, but he didn’t think he was that loud. In fact, there were no complaints from any of the floor mates next door, so Kyungsoo assumed it was fine, and that everyone had gone about their usual routine without any rude interruptions. But there was always that one feeling that he felt biting away at his conscience. Was he really that loud? Was Baekhyun really able to hear him whining and all the way from where his room was? A bright flush decorates Kyungsoo’s otherwise pale cheeks and dusts itself over his flesh, and the biology major lets out a squeal of horror and grips his textbook all the more tighter in his small hands. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! And no, I won’t give you the project because it’s my work! I worked hard on it and I deserve to get the grade. You can do your own thing, and you aren’t even a biology major, Baek.. Baekbutt!”

[DID NOT* help me lord.]

For Kyungsoo [i totally did plan for this to be that long either otl sorry ; n ;<3]

Sunlight streams through thin curtains and there's enough wind to sway the stray branches of the trees on the outside of the tall windows, casting a blinding light into most of the classrooms and a welcoming aura to the students. This room in particular becomes a beehive of activity as opposed the soothing tranquility occurring outside the thick brick walls-- it's been like this even before the slightest crack of dawn appeared, and now that the sun is shining brightly onto the campus, it's a clutter of chaos as everyone dashes to their morning classes.

Everyone, but one person.

Said person walks with practiced ease, an indecipherable expression, and of course, devious intent for what he has planned out today. He's got every step planned out in case it decides to swing in the opposite direction of what was desired. A well-liked and prepared future politician would have to think in the way Byun Baekhyun does or else everything will fall apart from disorder, and it's always a good practice to test it out on the students first. It was nice while the peace lasted. To mask his motive, he sings obnoxiously loud all the way down the staircases leading to his seat, grinning widely when he reaches a smaller figure-- his target for today. "What's shakin', Ddungsoo?" he coos in a demeaning tone, knowing how much it takes to get the average human being's skin crawling and their insides boiling. Even though Baekhyun is quite the character, their relationship isn't necessarily...close. Like the rest of Baekhyun's friendships, actually.

He vaguely recalls the first time they met, which also happened be the first time Baekhyun was able to pickpocket the latter without much trouble since he was distracted by some lanky second year and by the time the hopeless romantic realized the unfortunate situation, Baekhyun had already ran off with half of his wallet. In reassurance, the next day Baekhyun explained to the poor boy the money was well spent on a cup of coffee while the rest was a generous tip to one of the female baristas as he bragged off a slip of paper with several digits scribbled on it. And from that day on, that's when a wonderful hate-love friendship sprouted between Baekhyun and Kungsloo. Other than calling him other names that probably isn't his, it's brightens his day quite significantly.

He's aware that his name isn't that and he's not only doing it to possibly (which roughly translates to /definitely/) frustrate the younger male, but it's simply because he can never remember his name. His classmate had told him over a few hundred times-- a little bit too much for Baekhyun to be interested in since he only does this to scratch his itch for some kind of adventure, but in part of his many entries of description of this person Do Kyoongso or Dope Kyungpoo whatever, he was an extremely reserved student. Diligent, patient, and so sweet he could give you cavities upon introduction. And of course, Baekhyun took up that challenge to break this goody two-shoes image of his. It's never been the same since then, considering now his classmate questions where exactly he had found Baekhyun in the first place to do such a horrible thing to the poor precious Kwangsoup. It's just a natural talent of his, to be this consistently useless in everyday life.

"Say-- did you finish the second half of that biology project?" Baekhyun asks leisurely, sliding into the seat next to the latter. Although Baekhyun doesn't even have biology as a major or minor, the fact that there's this new transfer kid who seldom walks into him in the morning had been complaining about said project, and it'd be pretty generous if Baekhyun offered his scientific methods for a small price. Now all that's left is to bribe it out this guy and everything will go along smoothly. After all, politics is to satisfy the people.

He looks down at his nails and proceeds to speak. "I mean, you sounded pretty enthusiastic and dedicated with how loud you were last night. Care to enlighten me as to why you decided to keep entire boys' dormitory up until 2AM when you were working on this-- uh, project with that second year kid?" Baekhyun leans in close, probably too close for comfort by being at the shell of the latter's ear. "'Sehunnie hyung!'" Baekhyun whispers loudly into the latter's ear, letting out a bark of laughter seconds later before landing a sharp slap to the latter's knee with a force that no one would expect to come from someone so tiny and fragile looking. "I'm kidding with you, Ddungsoo," he sighs as his laughter dies down to small chuckles, "Just give me a copy of the project and I'll be on my merry way. How does that sound?"