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"Sunday, 26th April.

Name of Operation : Play songs while cleaning the classroom by sneaking the phones inside.

Time : 10:30 am.

Agents : Mint Choco Ice- Cream, Pineapple Pizza, Bread Guy.

Penalty in failure : None.

BUT IF YOU CAN DO THIS, I WILL TREAT YOU CONE ICE CREAM, BEOMGYU."

Beomgyu read the piece of paper held in his hands, then folded it silently. His eyes zoomed out of the classroom, to the corridor where Soobin was leaning against the wall and watching him.

Beomgyu gave a thumbs up. "Did you force Yeonjun Hyung into this?"

Soobin understood the signal. He shook his head silently. "Nope."

Beomgyu tilted his head. "Nope?"

Soobin faked a smile. "Absolutely nope."

Beomgyu mouthed without any sound. "I don't believe you."

Soobin shrugged effortlessly. "I don't care. Can we count upon you?"

Beomgyu sent him a flying kiss to which Soobin made a vomiting face. "Always."

And yes.

In a boy's school, things are a lot crazier in inside than outside.

Under the strict teachers' fang like gazes, the students are always bowing, walking slowly. Their heads low, lips shut, shirts tucked neatly inside their pants. And when those teachers pass the corridors and get out of sight- oh, what a scene gets born in Seoul Boy's High School.

"Play that one song of Blackpink!" Soobin screamed at top of his lungs from a corner of the classroom as he mopped the floor. He busy twerking. "What was the name? My love is on fireeee-"

"No, no! Magnetic, please!" Beomgyu bopped his head alongside the current song that was playing inside the room. "You, you, you, you- like it's magnetic!" he turned to Yeonjun, who was in charge of switching songs. "Please, Hyung!"

"Magnetic it is!" Yeonjun nodded excitedly.

Chaos, everywhere was chaos. It was cleaning time of the students of grade XI, class five. Twerking, swinging arms, spinning, body rolling as the ceiling was cleaned, windows were wiped, door was mopped and benches were dusted.

"I'm smarter, baby, smarter!" Beomgyu leaped up on one of the benches, enthusiastically swinging his hips as he sang with a rolled up paper. "Smarter, baby, smarter!"

He turned around to see Yeonjun was already watching him with a fond smile. Without any reason, his cheeks reddened.

"It's you and me in this world..." Soobin sang with so much passion, his eyes closed, the mopper tightly held into his chest as if it was his lover. "Now come kiss me and bite me..."

"Kiss and bite whom?" a voice spoke behind their backs.

The three froze on their spots. School's most strict teacher, Ms. Amanda, a foreign one but such a pain in the ass, was watching them through her high spectacles. The song "Bite me" was playing so mournfully in the background as the boys gulped together.

"Detention, Mr. Choi, Mr. Choi and Mr. Choi." Ms. Amanda smiled maliciously through her large teeth. "At two, in my office. You're gonna write lines."

"No!" Beomgyu cried out in horror. "That's the worst punishment ever-"

"And no phones allowed in the school zone, remember?" she reached out her hands, grinning evilly. "Pass it over."

Soobin, with his almost crying face, went behind the desk and turned off the music, then walked forward and handed it over.

As the teacher walk away, he slapped his own cheeks and grabbed his hair out of frustration.

"My phone! It doesn't have any lock! What if she reads the texts with my girlfriend?"

Beomgyu gave him a sympathetic smile as Yeonjun faced the boy with a dirty look. "Why? Don't tell me you have those cringe boyfie chats with her!"

"Does calling her pumpkin, sweet ball, little kitten, my heart, my love, baby, beauty queen and princess include being cringe?"

Yeonjun looked absolutely horrified as Beomgyu snickered. "It does."

"Nooooo!"

"You should have thought about that sooner!" Yeonjun batted his eyelashes. Beomgyu shook his head at that expression.

"Wait, everyone. Don't panic. At the mortal peril times, the thing you need is patience, perseverance, and... plan." he announced. "We are ought to fight until the last drop of our blood is sacrificed in the honour of courage-"

"Shut up, Beomgyu."

"Oh, no. I won't." Beomgyu turned to face them. Soobin was banging his head on the table, Yeonjun was looking absolutely hopeless. "We have to get his phone back."

"And how is that?" Yeonjun asked, his eyebrows raised dangerously upward.

And Beomgyu smirked.

*

Ms. Amanda was reading at her desk. The clock on the wall behind her showed one of the noon.

"Code bread guy, can you hear me?" Beomgyu spoke into his walkie talkie in a serious tone. He was currently in position, sitting behind the large cartoon boxes across the second floor corridor.

"Code pineapple pizza. Yes, well and received." Soobin replied into his walkie talkie with equal seriousness. "Is the coast clear?"

"Coast is clear. Target is currently asummed to be sketching another plot." Beomgyu peeked through the window where Ms. Amanda could be seen writing something furiously down on a book.

"Code pineapple pizza, your operation starts now." Soobin muttered quickly, "And code mint choco ice- cream will join you in shorthand. Code mint choco ice- cream, can you hear me?"

"All clear, code bread guy." Yeonjun answered. He was standing on the second floor stairs and continuously peeking down from there, to see if anyone was coming up or not.

"After pineapple pizza enters, your operation will start." Soobin tapped his fingers on the railing; he was talking from the first floor corridor. "Good luck, everyone. Operation 'Retrieve Soobin's Golden Treasure' commences now."

Having to get the signal, Beomgyu rose up from the cartoon boxes and fixed his tie.

Time for a dramatic entry.

"Ms, Amanda! Principal Kim has remembered you urgently into his office!"

The wind swayed, the birds chirped. Ms. Amanda jolted in her seat as the door to her office swung open, revealing a handsome Beomgyu with his red tie flying in the air, white shirt blowing and hair flowing above his eyes as if he was a star of some drama.

She stood up from her chair, eyes panicked, "What? Wh- why? Did I do anything-"

"He remembered you, so you should be running now!" Beomgyu wrapped his hands around himself, faking a shiver as he blabbed. "Oh my, his thoughts were scaaary!"

"Oh, no, is he gonna kick me out?" Ms. Amanda spoke in a horrifed tone as she quickly snatched her purse. "Oh, no, what did I do-"

"Go quickly, teacher!"

"Please, take care of the office!" she ran out the room and shouted back. "I'll be back!"

"Okay!"

She ran out of sight. At the right moment, Yeonjun slipped into the room.

"Let's find it quickly!" Beomgyu told him urgently. "Check the drawers!"

They immediately dived for her desk, rummaging through the several cabinets. Oh my, how many drawers did that woman have? The contents were nearly flipped around in search of Soobin's phone.

"Hello, hello. Code pineapple pizza?" Soobin spoke through the walkie talkie. "Are you guys in there?"

"Yes. What's the target's location?" Beomgyu asked as he snatched open another drawer.

"Attention, attention. She's currently running to the Principal's office in the third building. If my calculation is right, then you have three minutes to find the treasure."

"Roger that!" Yeonjun nodded and went to pull another drawer, but it was locked.

"That must be it!" Beomgyu shouted happily. "Where's the key?"

"She took the purse!" Yeonjun exclaimed in horror, realization, both. "We are doomed for!"

"No, real smart people are the ones who find solution in the deepest darkness." Beomgyu nodded firmly. "Yeonjun Hyung, do you have any safety pin?"

"Beomgyu, to kindly remind you that I'm a boy! What use do I have for a safety pin!?"

This idiot never has anything useful!

"Then it can't be helped." Beomgyu held his hand forward. "Break the zipper of your pants. It may work."

"Are you serious?" Yeonjun unconsciously touched his pants, looking aghast. "Never-"

"Quickly, there's no time!"

"Not my zipper! How am I gonna wear my pants?"

"Use the belt, dummy!"

"No!"

"Fine." Beomgyu sighed, and started to pull down his own pants. "If you can't co-operate-"

"Stop stop!" Yeonjun jerked his head vehemently at Beomgyu's nonchalant face. He stared at the boy for a few moments, then realized that Beomgyu was not going to give up.

Ah, how far you can go for a friendship.

Cursing under his breath, Yeonjun turned around and with his whole face reddened, he pulled the zipper. There was a slitting sound of struggling, then the zipper was torn and put down on Beomgyu's hand.

The boy took it inside his mouth and started giving it a sharp end, making Yeonjun look away quickly. Beomgyu didn't understand why he was reacting that way, though. Was it very abnormal to ask a friend to break their zipper?

Duh, who cares.

"Is this gonna work even?" Yeonjun, now with no zipper on his pants, clutched the belt tightly in case it falls.

"It has to!" Beomgyu smiled. "Can't let the sacrifice of my dear Hyung to go on waste!"

"Shut up."

"Aww, don't worry. I will absolutely nail it."

"Shut up and hurry!"

"Okay. If this works, we are gonna get double- no triple treats from Soobin Hyung." Beomgyu spit out and held the zipper in his hands. "Here we go."

The first try was a lose. The drawer was still locked.

"Code pineapple pizza, target is heading back to her office!" Soobin spoke, making the two flinch. "She looks so pissed! You have less than two minutes to run!"

"Ayy, why this thing won't open?" Beomgyu was scratching the lock with frustration, as Yeonjun time to time grabbed his pants from falling or showing any unwanted views. "Open, you damn drawer! I curse you! From now on, you will have no more wood, no color will last on you, a cat will destroy your corners, and your wife and children will never be fed!"

"Beomgyu, stop speaking shits!"

"Fuck you, drawer!"

"She's on the first floor!" Soobin cried out through the walkie talkie, "In less than one minute!"

"God, please, open..." Beomgyu closed his eyes, his heart thrashing inside his chest. He looked at Yeonjun, who seemed like he could piss in his pants any moment now. Then he turned back to pray again. "Please, open..."

Maybe it was their lucky day, because there was a clicking sound and the drawer-

"It opened!"

The shining treasure, or Soobin's phone, was lying neatly on a stack of papers. Beomgyu snatched it in victory.

"Got it!" Yeonjun shouted, clutching his pant tightly.

"Now get the fuck out of there, idiots!"

*

Ms Amanda was fuming in anger as she took steps back to her office. She remembered the dumbest conversation had at the principal's office.

"I remembered you, Ms. Amanda? When?" the old, white haired man didn't even spare her a glance as he looked into papers. "In my knowledge, your performance this month has been so poor that there is no reason for me to remember you. Perhaps you should head back to your office and see how you can improve?"

"Those naughty kids!" She stomped her high heels on the floor as she got on the stairs. "They must have lured me out to get the phone. Well, too bad! I have the keys with me!"

When she got into her office, her eyes failed her. Her heart did, too.

Because beside the opened drawer, a single note was left, which said,

"Miss, I said the principal has remembered you. Not called you!"

Ms. Amanda stared at the paper, let it fall, and slumped down on the floor.

And at the exact moment, two boys climbed over the boundary wall and jumped down, giggling together with their hands intertwined.

"She's gonna faint!" Beomgyu screamed in happiness as Yeonjun laughed while running. "She's gonna be mad crazy tomorrow!"

"And do we care?" Yeonjun turned to the younger male, tightly holding his hand. Beomgyu watched him through his fond eyes, biting back a laughter.

"No!"

Under the dazzling sun, Yeonjun laughed his heart out, making Beomgyu watch him silently. How youthful the elder looked while running past the road, their bags dangling behind their backs, shoes tied hurriedly so the strings were unmatched. Beomgyu just couldn't get enough of the scene he was seeing in front of his eyes.

"Beomgyu, do you want ice cream?" Yeonjun turned around to ask. Beomgyu snapped out of his thoughts. His gaze went lower.

"First, watch your pants, Hyung."

Yeonjun stopped abruptly and looked down. His eyes went wide as the younger boy clutched his stomach to stop himself from laughing.

Because Yeonjun's underwear was clearly visible underneath the opened chain of his pants.

"Ugh, Beomgyu! I'm gonna kill you!"

"Catch me if you can, Hyung!"

As Beomgyu sprinted off the street, Yeonjun also started to run haphazardly while clutching his pants tightly. "You stupid, annoying little-"

Nothing else. Time just needed to be going in the way it was now. So Beomgyu could forever run with his Hyung and watch him from so close, yet so far from his reach.

Please, let me breathe the same air with him. 

a/n : this is turning into a crack fic, and I am loving it. Beomjun ♡ Beomgyu get well soon, love.