HANBYUL looks up and full-out glares at the kid, who’s smiling and waving at her now that she’s given him the attention he wanted. She tucks her hair behind her ear, clearing her throat, and quickly wraps it up.
HANBYUL: [IRRITATED] and that’ll be all for announcements. thank you for your time, class.
As the rest of the students clap, HANBYUL makes her way back to her seat. HANBYUL tries not to let her anger be that obvious, but it’s a bit difficult when the STUDENT’s laughing his ass off— in the seat right next to hers.
HANBYUL: jeon jeongguk, i am going to slaughter you.
JEONGGUK: [POUTING] sorry, byul. it’s just that i missed you all summer, and i had to talk to you, you know?
HANBYUL: gguk, i went to your house a week ago.
JEON JEONGGUK is HANBYUL’s best friend of eight years. it’s also his first day at high school, which means his first shot at embarrassing HANBYUL beyond belief.
JEONGGUK: okay, still.
HANBYUL: okay, what? gguk, we’ve been over this, i’m class president—
JEONGGUK: and you’re number one in the school, yadda, yadda, yadda. i know allll about your achievements, noona. you don’t have to repeat yourself.
HANBYUL huffs.
JEONGGUK:buuuuut because of that, i think i have the right—no, the moral obligation to make fun of you.
HANBYUL: i mean, sure, if you want a straight ticket to detention.
JEONGGUK: you’d never send me to detention.
HANBYUL: try me.
JEONGGUK only smiles sweetly, doodling all over the cover of his history notebook. Arguably ruining it, but typically JEONGGUK’s “doodles” end up being masterpieces rivalling the historic greats.
JEONGGUK: hwagae is fun, though. the people here are really nice, and a lot of the upperclassman recognize me from middle school.
HANBYUL: you already have friends? surprising.
JEONGGUK: [SIGHING] i mean, what can i say? i’m handsome, smart, and kind … i’m coming for your brand, byul.
HANBYUL: sure. you’re still a first year, though, so don’t get caught up in having to be popular or anything. the drama at hwagae is intense, and i don’t want you getting hurt.
JEONGGUK sets his jaw.
JEONGGUK: you’re number one, aren’t you? you’ve got your priorities. you don’t have to worry about taking care of me in high school.
The tension sets in and HANBYUL stares at her desk. She hates it, hates that this conversation is happening, has to happen. Because despite how similar they are, how close they are, it’s obvious that they’re on complete different ends of the school spectrum: HANBYUL, hwagae’s top student, JEONGGUK, the troublemaker artist.
They’ve got through eight years together, though.
HANBYUL takes his hand, squeezes it gently.
HANBYUL: … take care of yourself first, brat.
JEONGGUK: [LAUGHING] i’ll try.
So they have to make it work.
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stop blu from making guk a baby boy in all of her fics challenge (failed). you bet your ass i’m gonna abuse the noona privilege while i still have it in my cold, indulgent hands.
ALSO SUCK IT SIYA YOU THOUGHT IT COULD NOT BE DONE: YOU WERE WRONG. STICKY RICE IS LIKE A PHOENIX THAT ROSE UP FROM THE ASHES OF ACCDEN’S DEATH. I HAVE BROKEN THE TWO-CHARACTER-REVEAL CURSE. THIS HOUSE IS NOW CLEANSED OF HIATUS.
anyway. sorry for such a long hiatus guys !! i hope y’all are still into this fic because surprisingly enough i think this will turn out to be really good (not to be modest or anything gUH) so pls stick around!! we still got four more characters to go tho hhGH
also pls congratulate kana for her amazing form im still stunned by the amt of detail WHoo ily babe !!
