High School Is Still Going On (ii)
Title: High School Never Ends (series)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1870
Summary: highschool!AU where Jongdae is, well, Jongdae; Baekhyun is the person who everyone likes; Chanyeol isn't; hyperbole is as lost to Kyungsoo as the concept of blinking; Tao has a fabulous hipster following on instagram; Kris towers over everyone because physics; Lay and Luhan have gone into negative IQ values; Joonmyun seems to be EVERYWHERE; Sehun actually wants a future; Jongin could literally not care less and Minseok really doesn't know why he enrolled at this school in the first place.
A/N: k still going with this
High School Is Still Going On
Part i
Don't get him wrong, Minseok really likes Economics - loves it even. He's actually understands what the textbook says to him, does well in tests and even reads the economics section of the paper. He'll probably pursue a career in it later. What Minseok doesn't like is his seat. Or more specifically, his seat's position.
It was just his luck that his seat lies between the People He Really Wants To Punch, the princesses of China, dumb and dumber, dumber and dumbest, Lay and Luhan. What makes it worse is that Lay is in fact a junior, so he somehow tricked the teachers into thinking that he's clever and takes a more advanced Economics class for his age.
Every Thursday morning Minseok enters his class nursing a newly-born headache screaming for his attention and love, and he can't help but wonder why he didn't use contraception have caffeine before he got to school. He was a bit early, for once, and as he walked towards his chair near the back, he passed Luhan, who gave him a small smile. Social protocol requires Minseok to smile back, and he tried, he really did, but it ended up looking for like a pained grimace. He slid his bag off and sat down heavily in his chair, which does not help a migraine. He looked to the front of the room and a sense of foreboding hit his stomach. Something was wrong. He couldn't put a finger on it but whatever it was, it was not good.
Did we have homework? Did I do the homework? I'm sure I already made notes on chapter 6. No wait that was for History. Or was it? No wait, we didn't even have any homework because of the test next week. OR IS IT TODAY SHIIIIIIIT I FORGOT THE DATE TODAY WHAT DO I DO FML I HAVEN'T PREPARED THIS IS THE ONLY SUBJECT THAT I'M GOOD AT I NEED AN A IN IT WHAT AM I GOING TO SO I'M GOING TO FAIL EVERYTHING AND END UP A HOBO ON THE STREETS BEGGING FOR SOME CHANGE TO FEED MY MANGA ADDICTION AND THEN MY CARDBOARD BOX HOME WILL BE STOLEN AND I'LL DIE ALONE AND HUNGRY AND NO REALLY ATTRACTIVE AND RICH SHOUJO CHARACTER WILL SAVE ME BECAUSE I'M NOT PRETTY ENOUGH ARGHASDFHSDP:F:SAAFASFAGQFGE;THREVVERNTESVREG;WEG
Minseok continued his internal debate on whether it was test day or Doomsday (same thing tbh T___T) when the answer suddenly slapped him in the face, silencing his mental breakdown.
He couldn't see the board.
There was a blonde head in the way.
And shoulders.
And back.
And what the hell how tall is this guy
"Are you okay?" a gentle voice broke through Minseok's thoughts. Lay gave him a small smile and glanced at the Freakishly Tall Human seated in front of Minseok. "Do you want to swap places?"
"Uh... no, thanks. It's okay." It's MY seat.
Their teacher walked in before Lay could say anything further and class continued. It was NOT test day at least, but that didn't mean that it wasn't next week. Mr Lee soon left them to their own revision and Minseok continued his note-making.
But how could he when the Princesses were gossiping about Ugly Stepsisters, Evil Queens and how charming Prince Charming really was over his table. Actually Minseok couldn't understand what they were saying since he was not Chinese and frankly he couldn't even tell the difference between Chinese and Japanese. He tried to tune out their hushed whispers but today really wasn't the day for this.
"Could you two please stop talking. It's very distracting," he gritted out.
"Distracting? Wait, do you understand Chinese?" Luhan asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.
"No but having you talk over me is really annoying."
"I asked you if you wanted to switch seats with me earlier."
"But this is my seat. Why should I move?"
"Well you can't see well and if you moved then we wouldn't be talking over you."
"What do you mean I 'can't see well'? Are you saying I have bad eyesight?? Astigmatism runs in my family okay?! I am wearing my contacts so I can see perfectly well, thank you very much."
"No I wasn't saying that at all! I just meant that-" Lay cut Luhan off in Chinese and then they both giggled. Minseok snapped.
"Can you guys just stop? You and your stupid Chinese ways"
"Um, excuse me"
Minseok froze in his seat. That voice... it can't be... He turned around slowly onto to be face with Joonmyun's disappointed smile.
"Since when were you in this class??" Minseok asked horrified. Joonmyun ignored him and continued to serve justice.
"Regardless of whether you like certain people or not, you cannot stereotype an entire ethnicity based on them. Especially if you consider how large China is and that each region has it's own separate culture and dialect. I think it's really offensive how called their culture 'stupid'. Noone's culture is stupid and you must have really hurt their feelings by saying that. They were just speaking in their mother-tongue, so you really aren't justified in insulting them."
Lay nodded serenely at Joonmyun's words and Minseok really couldn't believe his luck could get worse.
"I agree" Minsoek stands corrected. They all turned to the Too Tall To Be Mortal guy sitting ahead of them. All Minsoek could see was eyebrows; furrowed and seeking blood. "I'm Chinese too and I felt a bit insulted by your racist comment."
Minseok didn't know whether to beg the eyebrows to spare his life or just dig a hole right there in the middle of the classroom, curl up in it and die. Thankfully he didn't have to answer as the bell rang then. The class emptied, Joonmyun had somehow vanished into thin air and only Minseok, Lay, Luhan and The Walking Tower remained.
"Does it count as racism," Minseok said tiredly as he stuffed his belongings into his bag, "if it's just towards these two?"
The Even Taller When Standing Guy turned his gaze to follow Minseok's arm to see Luhan who was struggling to close a ball point pen on one side and then to Lay who was just looking blankly ahead, mouth slightly opened and a bit of drool showing. He returned his gaze to Minseok's face and seemed to struggle with what to say, settling for petting Minseok's head instead before sweeping out of the room.
Minseok shuffled out after him.
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"Hey Baekhyun!"
"Hi Baek! What's up?"
"Heyyyy Byunbi~"
"'Sup Baek to the Hyun?"
"Yo Baekhyun!"
Chanyeol looked up from his locker to see Baekhyun smile and reply to everyone fawning greeting him. He scoffed slightly and threw his notebook in with a clang! Everyone would rush to Baekhyun the way mothers rush towards a sale in Ikea. Looking for some affection or just an acknowledgement from the great Baekhyun. Chanyeol really didn't understand why they all loved Baekhyun but avoided Chanyeol as if he was a moss secreting antibiotics to kill them. Last time he had a partner for a biology project, he thought he'd be nice and immediately offered his house as a study place. His partner had instead laughed awkwardly and insisted they only meet at the library to do the work. But even when they did meet there, his partner always sat a few seats away. Leaning away slightly if Chanyeol leaned forward to ask him about anything.
He really didn't understand why. He always took care of his appearance, made sure he didn't smell and checked his breath, but no. He was still an outcast, leper, Quasimodo in a judgemental society. Chanyeol thought he was a pretty nice guy - his cousins always loved hanging out with him. Mind you, they still had a poor grasp of language, preferring instead to gurgle happily at Chanyeol's smile and pull his hair with their tiny hands.
But Baekhyun was his polar opposite. Where Chanyeol somehow managed to repel, Baekhyun attracted. And Chanyeol really couldn't help but feel a bit bitter.
But then a "Hi Chanyeol! How are you?" would interrupt his brooding thoughts and he would turn to see Baekhyun smiling brightly at him, his eyes forming cute crescents.
Chanyeol would always swallow his rapidly beating heart and reply "Good, thanks. How are you?" And Baekhyun's smile would get even brighter, if that was even possible.
"I'm fine, thanks!" and he would sashay away, leaving Chanyeol half-blind and in the middle of a cardiac arrest.
Fucking crushes.
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Sehun was frozen in shock. Fear and horror evident on every inch of his face. Kyungsoo thought about asking what was wrong but then his eyes fell on the poster in front of Sehun. He scanned it quickly and then turned back to Sehun who was still standing aghast.
"...Sehun?"
"Can you believe this?" rasped Sehun, refusing to look away from the offending poster. "I can't believe they're doing this." His eyes narrowed into slits, "these monsters."
Kyungsoo looked back wide-eyed to the poster.
ATTENTION STUDENTS
Due to the recent developments in government law we have had to
change the lunch menus to provide a healthier and more balanced diet for our students.
Recent studies have shown that the fat content of the average school meal has increased over time.
In order to combat this, meals with less oil and saturated fats will be available.
Changes include less fried foods, more vegetarian options, fewer fizzy drinks, semi-skimmed milk and healthier desert options.
A detailed list will be up soon.
"I hope they don't get rid of fried chicken altogether! It's the highlight of my week!" grumbled a usually sunny senior as he walked past. His friends murmured in agreement and patted his back consolingly.
"Is no one seeing this?!" hissed Sehun as he pointed a shaking finger at the poster. Kyungsoo shifted his gaze back and read again.
Semi-skimmed milk.
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"WHO THE FUCK," Minseok spat out angrily as he rubbed his temples, "is making so much noise??"
Jongdae didn't even look up from reading The Most Musical Musicians to Ever Make Music Ever. Minseok doubts the credibility of his friend's literary choices.
"It's that Oh Sehun kid. He's PMSing over something again."
"Omfg can someone just give this kid a bottle to shut him up. Fucking freshman."
"...'omfg'?" Jongdae raised an eyebrow. "You seriously did not just use internet slang in real life, did you?"
"I can do whatever I want irl tyvm" Minseok scowled back. This was just like the argument over his tumblr URL again. Jongdae had called him out for being "so 2000 and late" for using numbers instead of words. But honestly, it was hard to find a better one than 2kawaii4u. Minsoek changed it to 2kawaii4u5eva just to spite him.
"Oh my god, just stop. No one does that. It's so pathetic."
"Omg y u all up in my bznz, u r soooo r00d." Jongdae's head meets the table.
"Hey... does anyone know why a freshman is having a tantrum just outside the canteen?" asked Tao as he sat next to Minseok with his tray.
"Idk"
"You are such a loser, Minseok."
"Idc"
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"They can take my soul BUT THEY WILL NEVER TAKE MY MILK"
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A/N: again, I'm sorry if this is unfunny OTL
Part iii