✐ classrooms

@baekkie Detention is nothing. They tell you to sit down, rethink back of your wrong doings and give you a punishment. Of all things, Jongin would never have thought of getting a punishment to clean the whole school in replace of their retired janitor for two weeks; he is stuck with a broom in his hand and a bucket of cleaning appliances for the whole forteen days and not that he's complaining; it gives him more reason to not study.
The day is late and students are no longer lingering around in the classroom. He takes this moment to save himself from humiliation and cleans every classroom as fast as possible, tucking in the chairs properly and erasing notes on the whiteboard. Jongin achieves to the last classroom and smiles triumphantly to himself as he drops the cleaning items on the ground and enters the classroom. "Maybe I should sleep f-oh." blinking blankly at the small figure hurdled by a table alone, Jongin hesitantly steps back. "Are you using this class? Cause I've gotta clean it up later."

@kai Letting out an sigh of pure exasperation as the brunette kept his place in the chair he was assigned, he hung his head low while he scribbled mercilessly on the paper before him. Homework was nothing more than a waste of time for him. He could be situated in his bed, with his laptop at the foot of his bed with his hand wrapped around his all too needy , but no. That would mean he'd never get his work down, and his grades would drop for a C to do D average, to a simple and solid F. Minus, if he wasn't as lucky as he thought he was. So here was. Unluckily in the classroom after school, eyes glued to the papers before him with his mind wandering about all over the place without his permission. The only thing keeping his from shoving everything in the trashcan was the thought of freedom. Freedom to around any time without any restrictions right after he was given permission by law to leave these restraints of school.

Luhan is unaware to the pair of eyes that are watching him, his attention solely set on the work that he wanted to be done with as soon as possible. Who would waste such a beautiful day in an old classroom? Chocolate brown eyes stare in disbelief as another of the math problems has a wrong solution- and he has to bite back a laugh. Maybe, just maybe, he should pay attention to the class, and make fun of and embarrass the poor teacher in front of his schoolmates. Also, this clearly explains why everyone has such bad grades. It isn't their fault, but the teacher's. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips; next time, when others ask him just how does he do it and why is he so good at every subject, he'll proudly announce that he always sleeps till the lesson's over.

Somehow being done(or more like being too lazy to finish the work properly), Luhan makes his way back to the sink and turns the water on, washing the disgusting sponge. Oh, how he hates school. If only he could just do whatever he wanted without practically being tied down by burdens such as waking up earlier in the morning, or having to carry all of the stupid and heavy books in the bag. His back hurts a little; but it wouldn't hurt to forget to bring some of the books oh so accidentally, he notes. To be honest, Luhan just wants to either go back into the room he shares with his older brother, or go out and enjoy the fresh air- something different from the thick and suffocating one the city has offered him before he got here. And, there's that little garden that has caught his attention before. It wouldn't hurt to go there, and breathe in all those sweet fragrances of the beautiful flowers.

However, his dreamy thoughts are interrupted upon hearing an unfamiliar voice calling out for him, and he averts his gaze to the stranger for a short moment, ignoring his handsome facial features and the overall boyish image he gives off, before he turns the water off and turns his attention back to the soaked sponge. He dries his hands with the towel that's lying on the desk, pink lips curling into his usual signature smile. "I think you've got the wrong person, handsome." He answers nonchalantly in his naturally low, soft voice, pink tongue darting out to moisten his lips before he throws a question of his own into the latter's direction. "Perhaps you're looking for my brother?" He remembers Luhan being extremely excited when talking about his little kitten, and he knows that it isn't just a coincidence that the male before him mentioned the name in his sentence, not to mention 'Lu', the nickname which he would also use when talking to his twin. The siblings looked exactly the same, innocent, big warm orbs and pink, irresistible lips- even their parents had troubles with recognizing who was the younger one and who was the older one. But- that was until those pretty lips parted, one's words so innocent and angelic, and the other's shameless and bold. And, if none of them were to talk, their mother would say 'Lu' or 'Lulu', and one of them turned their attention to her- then, it wasn't hard to know who's who.

Luhan doesn't know whether to like the way how the man spoke to him before, it was rather unpleasant to not know what business does he have with his older twin. "Who are you, anyway?" Luhan can't help the way his gaze hardens a little, lithe arms crossed over his chest as he examines the male's specific facial features, the blunt look he wears reminding him of a friend of his back at another school. As soon as he's done eyeing the stranger, he doesn't hesitate to hold the eye contact, waiting patiently for any kind of response to his questions. Who was this guy? Maybe Luhan's rumored boyfriend? He couldn't jump to conclusions all too quickly, warm hazel eyes not showing any kind of enthusiasm upon seeing the latter, not knowing who the hell he he is.

He'd also wanted to walk away without activating the unpleasant protective thoughts about his brother- Luhan wanted to go out with a clean mind, but it seemed like he won't get any of that. Luhan doesn't feel like introducing himself, he believes it is more than obvious that he isn't his older brother, considering that his voice was a little lower and huskier than his twin's, and that the look in their eyes is much different, considering that it had changed thanks to time and the way their personalities grew- and of course, memories. The pair of warm orbs were hiding countless secrets behind them; secrets no one knows about. And he'd love if it stayed this way forever.

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If anything, Sehun had learned nothing in class. He was transferred here on a whim because his old school back in the countryside where his grandparents resided was too slow in their progression of education. The stoic male had practically thought of school as a second place to doze off, and even if he had happened to gain 7 more hours of sleep at school – sleeping even through lectures – Sehun passed every exam with flying colors. Full marks on every test, every single quiz. He even managed to pass his physical education class and the fitness test without any problems. Overall, the school back ‘home’ wasn’t a challenge to him.

Seeing as how their grandson wasn’t contributing an effort into school, his grandparents told him to pack his bags. Sehun was moving back in with his parents in the big city, to pursue a more rigorous path to education. And yet, even through the hours in a prestigious academy – oh who was he kidding, the students here are more informed on ual rather than real life scenarios – Sehun had accomplished absolutely nothing save for the fact that he was slumped over in his chair, eyes closed. The teachers here didn’t even care, not paying him any mind because he was soaring in their eyes. Absolutely no effort was given from Sehun, and here he was surpassing every single student in his classroom. Maybe he should have eased up a little. Maybe he should have missed one or two questions, because the popularity he gained for being such a smart alec was annoying. Simply put, screaming males and their glares were never appreciated in his opinion.

But there was one thing he had loved through transferring here. On one fine day in the gym, he had met the one. Luhan was there, doing his best in what he assumed was physical training, and maybe if Sehun didn’t notice they wouldn’t have been where they are today. They had a nice training session for about 15 minutes and soon enough the tall man found himself scoring a night in bed with an angelic looking boy. Luhan made everything better in school. They passed each other in the halls, and when they happened to meet each other, the energetic deer like boy always tackled him against the metal lockers and they shared a heated kiss before Sehun walked the smaller off to class. It wasn’t aware of the stares they received, but he didn’t care. He would kiss Luhan for days if allowed, and be damned the location, those lips were his kryptonite. So soft, pink and plush—He was getting off topic.

The straight faced man walked down the hallways of the school, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his Galaxy S5 up to his ear. He was on the phone with none other than his wonderful boyfriend, nodding as the other spoke rapidly about how their kitten mewled at him in response after Luhan meowed at him. The more dominant man can’t help but grin and walk step by step, occasionally giving in his own feedback. “That’s great, Lu. Duck isn’t exactly responsive to me.. I guess it’s because of my face.” One wouldn’t deny that Oh Sehun had a fairly blank face, and even animals sensed human feelings. After what seemed like an eternity of excitement, Luhan reluctantly states that he has homework to be done. “Finish your homework, babe. I’ll be home soon. Love you.” They hang up, and Sehun shoves his phone back into his pocket.

With his bag slung over his shoulder, Sehun proceeds to make his way to the exit when he hears a scraping noise of some sort. Curious, he peeks into a classroom with the wooden plane left open. Who stays back and cleans the classroom, of all things to do? Sehun can’t help but snort at the sight, but when he catches a good look on the stranger’s facial features, his jaw drops. Luhan? What is he doing here? He was just on the phone with him! “Lu? Baby, what are you doing here? I thought you were at home with Duck.”

@sehun Ditching classes. Could it be considered a hobby? Who would voluntarily sit down and listen to all that blabbering? No one, really. But it seemed like only a few students had the guts to not show up and skip classes, Luhan being one of them. Looks can be very deceiving, they say, for the feminime facial features of his make him look like one of the most innocent kids in the school; the fact being one of the many reasons why Luhan can get away with all of this. Another would be his all too high IQ; he's a genius, and he takes his pride in showing that whenever his teachers attempt to scold him for not paying attention to the class. He's never caught off guard, knowing an answer to anything and everything. Sometimes he's kind enough to lend the boy who sits behind him a helping hand, writing down the answers when there's nothing left for him to do, rather than attempting to do origami out of the test paper-- and he at it. Terribly.

He was always the devil, whereas his brother would be an angel, the saint one among sinners. His brother's kind nature would be the troublemaker's only weakness; after all, isn't family at the first place in everyone's heart? First, and everlasting; not like those one week long relationships which he is considered an expert at. Luhan still doesn't know much about this school nor the students in it, aside from the fact that this school is very different from others. The system here suits Luhan more than anywhere else, though he cannot fight the constant worrying about his older twin, silently questioning what has happened to him before he finally got here-- and he truly wishes none of the experiences are traumatic. He doesn't like it, the way the worries and thoughts always tug at the strings of his nerves, leaving him unable to enjoy fun, or cause troubles. Luhan never minded countless pairs of eyes boring holes into his back; in fact, he maybe even enjoys the attention.

The pair of soft thin lips part with an irritated sigh, coffee brown orbs staring at the teacher whose voice, unfortunately for the older, doesn't reach the student's ears, even when he's practically spitting not so nice words into his face right now. He blinks softly, finally coming back to reality. What time is it, anyway? He wouldn't mind grabbing something to eat. "To put it short, you want me to wash the blackboard and then I can leave?" He questions, already letting his bag drop back on the floor while he makes his way to the sink, face scrunching up at the sight of the old, dirty sponge. "Yes." Comes the rather quiet response and Luhan can't help but to snort quietly, silently questioning whether the poor adult lost his voice after wasting so many oh so meaningful and inspirational words on someone so careless like Luhan himself. It's just a moment later that the sound of footsteps reach his ears before the door is shut;

Ah, the sound of freedom.

Nevertheless, he has to resist the urge to walk away, and when the sponge is finally somehow clean and wrung enough, the young student lazily makes his way to the blackboard, raising softly an eyebrow at the equation that's written on it. The result is wrong. Hiring a new teacher wouldn't be off the topic, he thinks before swiping the wet material across it, erasing it and cleaning it. The room is eerily quiet, not that he minds; though he prefers sound over complete silence. Once again, he is lost in his thoughts, pink tongue darting out to moisten his lips slowly before it rests at the corner of his mouth; a habit of his. Was it a good idea to come here? Maybe it was better for himself to stay with his parents... But then again, what if something really happened to Luhan? If someone ever dared to lay a malevolent hand on his older brother, they would pay for it. He'd make sure of that. And there it goes again; these thoughts, and he mentally scolds himself. Didn't his brother have a boyfriend? He believes he has heard that somewhere, school being a home of all kinds of rumors and so he doesn't really trust such information and won't trust it until it comes out of his brother's lips. Nevertheless, if that is true, then there's nothing for himself to worry about.

Or is there? His brother is the perfect target for others, and the younger male's gaze hardens at the thought of someone taking advantage of this fact.

It is less than five minutes that Luhan thinks his mind is going to burst with all these motherish thoughts, and he believes his thinking really is much similar to his mother's, the only thing missing being the red lipstick she always wears. A faint smile dances across his lips for a brief moment- he won't see his loving parents for quite a while. Hopefully, they won't visit the twins everyday. Though he highly(doesn't) doubts that.

/walks in while wearing a rayban clubmaster and earphone plugged
/walks towards the empty chair at the back near the window

@kai

Frowning softly, the blonde sighed, and stood. There was no sense in talking to the other when he just rushed out like that. Oh well~ Smiling, the male took out his phone, and his fingers swiftly glided over the keys to text his friends. Giggling, he shoved his phone back in his pocket, and proceeded to the next classroom where his friends waited.

@daedae A soft hand brushed over with his and Kai quickly retreats back, blinking up at the man over him. A soft blush spreads on his cheek and he quickly grabs his books, mumbling. "Thanks." before running off the classroom quickly. To say at least, kai does'nt favor the new school as much.

@kai

The blonde male packed his things once more, shoving them into his bag as soon as the bell rang. Being the person that he was, he didn't enjoy messy things. He hated them. Which was why he did things a very neat manner. Standing, he fixed his shirt, and headed for the door. This time, he was behind the male that attacked him. Rolling his eyes he pledged to not help him next time. Next time came a little too soon. Soon after pledging that, the male in front of him dropped his books. An irate sense ran up and down Daehyun's spine at the mess that landed by his feet. Groaning softly, he knelt down, and gathered the books. "Here," he whispered, handing the books to the rude male.

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@daedae Kai glances to the kid beside him and clicks his tongue, not feeling guilty at all for attacking the shorter. Fortunately for him, the bell rings and Kai immediately collects his items, rushing over to the door only to have his books drop again. "." he grumbles as he tries to pick up everything.

@kai DaeHyun slightly frowned. Well, that reaction was not necessary, now was it? Frowning at the male, the boy turned towards the front of the class once more. "God, a simple 'thanks' would be nice," he whispered under his breath as he took out his pens and pencils. Sighing softly, he looked up at the board, and began scribbling incoherent notes all along his note book papers. Puffing out one check, he kept writing. He knew this year was going to be a bust. Hell, next class, he wouldn't sit next to such a jerk...that was for sure.

@daedae An irritated sigh elated from his lips, wanting nothing but to be left alone and leave the class as soon as possible. Jongin ignored the classmate, turning back to the teacher to grab notes that he sure he had already learnt in his previous school. His hand scribbled around the paper until he realized that he had lost his eraser, turning to face the boy and scowling when he saw the eraser in his hand. "Mine." he grumbled as he snatch the eraser from the boy

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@kai It had been a long day, not to mention, a confusing one as well. All the classes were pretty much labeled the same throughout the entire school. He got lost during his first two periods, and decided to skip lunch so he could find his other classes. Luckily he found this class. Seating himself near the window, Daehyun took out his books and placed the neatly on his desk. Before he could bring out a pencil, an eraser dropped on his table. Picking it up, he looked at it for a bit, and turned. "Uhm...." he whispered, gently nudging the male next to him. The kid's hair was a tad bit messy, and, from what DaeHyun could see, his skin was tanned. "Is this yours?" he asked.

@daedae The lessons on his first day had been boring and repetitive like the one he had studied in his old school. The tanned boy looked out at the window and clicked his tongue at the soft breeze that messed up his hair, fixing his bangs. His arm accidently brushed on his eraser and it dropped onto the table next to his.