After chemistry Jeongin walked up to Jisung. He laid a hand on Jisung's shoulder and gave him a worried glance. The younger boy hesitated before talking, choosing his words with care.

"Are you okay? You looked bothered under the lesson." He asked. Jisung laughed humourlessly. He nodded his head and smiled bitterly towards Jeongin.

"Don't worry, Minho was just being a little bit annoying." Jeongin nodded at his response. Together they walked slowly to their next class, calculous. On their way Jisung talked about his life in Malaysia and Jeongin listened interested. He nodded and laughed at times.

When they reached their classroom they were two minutes late. Jisung opened the door and they stepped inside. Jeongin didn't seem nervous at all being late even though he seemed like a student that would get a panic attack if they arrived half a second late to a class.

Mr. Kim was their calculous teacher. He smiled towards the slightly late boys. He didn't seem annoyed or disappointed that they came late.

"Sit down please." He said and gestured towards the desks. There were only two spots left. One beside a red haired boy with a hundred freckles. And of course, one beside Minho because who would want to sit beside him?

Jisung was about to sit beside the red haired boy but Jeongin sat down first. With heavy footsteps Jisung walked to Minho's desk. He sat down and he could see Minho smirk. The older boy was still playing that stupid mobile game.

Mr. Kim began the lesson and Jisung took notes down. To be honest he didn't understand a single thing but he could ask the young teacher later.

An idea popped up in Jisung's head and he turned to Minho. He was aggressively tapping his screen and cursing under his breath. Jisung nudged him and the older boy immediately glared up at him.

"What's Mr. Kim's first name?" Jisung asked. Minho scoffed and shook his head. He turned back to his phone.

"Woojin." The boy responded and Jisung smiled. He raised his hand in the air.

"Woojin can you help me?" He said loud and clear so everyone heard. The teacher looked up from a bunch of papers. He looked over the edge of his glasses at Jisung. After a second he nodded.

The brown haired male walked up to Jisung and started to help the younger. When he was done he walked back to his papers. Jisung turned to Minho and crosses his arms.

"Was that bad enough for you?" Jisung asked. Minho smiled softly and looked up at Jisung. For once he didn't look mad, annoyed, cocky or evil.

"Everyone calls him Woojin. It's not a big deal." Minho said and looked back at the colourful pixels on his screen. Jisung frowned and sank down in his chair. He would have to come up with something way badder than that to prove to Minho that he could be a bad boy.

Most of the calculous period Jisung thought about possible things to do so he could prove Minho wrong. Some were too brutal while others were too weak. He didn't really know what to do.

Set the school on fire wasn't on the list and to throw things at people in front of you was just lame. In lack of good ideas Jisung took up his phone.

Wikihow to be a bad boy.

The most steps were weird and Jisung cringed while reading it. One said to not care about anything or something along the lines. He found it reasonable since Minho didn't seem to give a single fuck about anything.

Jisung glanced around the classroom. No one was looking his way. The blonde boy shrugged and opened Instagram. He scrolled a good few minutes before someone stood in front of him.

It was Woojin. The older male looked down on him with a raised eyebrow.

"Put you're phone away Jisung." He simply said. Jisung almost did as he said but changed his mind when he saw Minho's smirk.

"Why? Calculous is boring." He answered. The chatter from his new classmates stopped. Even Woojin looked baffled. But then the teacher looked over at Minho for some reason. He gave Minho a glare before turning back to help another student.

Jisung glanced over at Minho. The older boy was smiling but it didn't look especially happy. He shut his phone off and pulled his hood up. Jisung decided to not care about that and continued to look through his phone.

When the period finally ended Minho stayed to talk to Woojin in the classroom. Jisung, who couldn't help but spy on the two males, believed that they were having a serious conversation.

Minho was facing the ground and Woojin had a concerned expression on his face. Even though Jisung badly wanted to know what they had talked about he didn't ask Minho when the boy came out of the classroom.

Jisung felt tired as he walked home that day. The bus came twelve minute late and he jumped off on the wrong bus stop so he had to walk the last way home.

Jimin attacked him in a hug when he opened the door. She smiled towards him and Jisung's eyes widened.

"Look Jisung! Look! I lost my tooth!" She yelled way too high pitched and showed Jisung the hole in the front set of her teeth. Jisung smiled towards her.

"Great! Then you can put it under your pillow and the tooth fairy will give you something." He said. Jimin giggled and hit him lightly on the arm.

"The tooth fairy isn't real stupid!" She said and skipped away. Jisung sighed and rubbed his eyes. He walked up to his room. His school uniform was getting uncomfortable so he changed into shorts and a hoodie.

Then the tired boy dropped down on his bed. A pleased sigh escapes him and he picked up his phone. He had received a text from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN NUMBER
Hi! :) it's Jeongin!

YOU
Oh hi!

Change contact
name to JEONGIN ?
[YES]   [NO]

JEONGIN
I was wondering if
you understood the
first part of Woojin's
calculous class because
I didnt

Jisung had given the younger his number in the end of the day so that they could keep in contact out of school. He really enjoyed the company of the younger boy.

Jisung smiled as he continued to text with Jeongin, trying to explain Woojin's class.

Maybe this won't be a living hell, Jisung thought, well, if you don't count Minho.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hi, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Have a nive day and thanks for Reading!