Fibonacci // 2jae

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Jaebum sits next to his best friend Jackson as their science teacher drones on. It's a somewhat cool day, spring is just arriving, so the window is open. Jaebum admires the slowly unfurling buds and bright greens blooming everywhere.

His eyes drift closed, enjoying the slight breeze, a perk of sitting right next to the window. He's drawn out of his thoughts by voices coming from outside. At this point he doesn't even care what his teacher is saying.

He soon finds the source of the voices: Freshmen are walking by, each carrying boxes or stacks of paper. He chuckles to himself. Each year one class of students who have a mandatory study hall are in charge of essentially cleaning out the storage closets of the school. For whatever reason, the school deemed it necessary to take these students from time they could be using to catch up on the work that put them in the study hall in the first place. But no.

He watches as each obviously bored student passes the window and begins to play his favorite game: fuck, marry, kill. It's hard when you don't know the contestants, but it's a good time waster nonetheless.

Jaebum begins with the first three in the line of students. Two boys and a girl, that makes it easier. First deciding factor: Jaebum is gay. That means the girl dies no matter what. Hardly fair.

The next boy isn't hot, but cute. He's wearing an oversized dark grey hoodie, the sleeves pulled over his hands to protect from the damp chill. His hair is moderately long and a warm, chocolatey brown. Maybe marriage material.

The second boy is thin and spindly. Short. However, he has great skin and, the grand finale, silvery-blonde hair. This puts him immediately in first for fuckable.

He begins on the next group of people. Only one boy this time and he must be a TA because Jaebum could swear he's a sophomore. Isn't his name Jinyoung?

Jaebum is vaguely aware of Jackson also looking intently out the window, but whether they're looking at the same people or not he'll never know.

Jaebum lets his eyes shamelessly follow the boys, still making his final decisions. Eventually he is unable to keep them in his gaze and turns back to the front of the class. Jackson has also lost interest in the outside.

He is suddenly, painfully aware of his singleness. He's playing games, led by his hormones, using others for himself.

To take his mind off it for a bit he actually decides to pay some attention to the class. Jaebum is naturally a fast learner, he doesn't have to worry about what he missed.

There is only one minute left of class so their teacher tells then they can talk the rest of the time. Neither Jaebum nor Jackson are particularly talkative at the moment, they both obviously have more important things to think about. Jaebum tries his best to occupy his thoughts with anything but the mysterious freshman boy, but to no avail.

The bell rings much to Jaebum's relief. His next period is lunch, where hopefully his friends can keep his mind off things.

He gathers his stuff and shovels it into his bag. Jackson has already escaped the room, per usual. He is always the first one out, whether he means to or not is unbeknownst to Jaebum.

He walks slowly and turns the corner where Jackson usually waits for him to catch up but is surprised to find no such thing. He must have continued to lunch without him. Jaebum frowns a little, this is very unlike Jackson but he shrugs it off anyways.

Jaebum trudges through the halls, not interacting with anyone. Not that he has any real friends anyways. People tend to only hang out with him because he's gay and has a funny, sadistic sense of humour. He's the gay friend every straight girl wants to have.