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manly man
iu/jiyeon(t-ara). pg, 700 words. high school!au.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY augmenti clap clap clap clap. thanks for your adorable prompt and for being born. and if you liked this, you should really thank firequakes for giving me the idea: infiltrating a boy's school. but it ended up being co-ed, see how i can't follow anything.
“Which size uniform do you want?”
Jieun buttons her shirt all the way up to her neck. The upperclassman stares at how tight she twists it, and grimaces at the red marks created. He opens his mouth, but closes it when Jieun speaks.
“Small,” Jieun answers, in a voice three octaves lower.
“You’re in luck,” he says, bending under the desk. Jieun is careful leaning over the desk, squeezing her arms over her chest.
“Not a lot of male students get a small,” he says, and drops the folded uniform on counter. She unzips the new camping backpack she was forced into buying, and already misses the animal print of the backpack she had used since middle school.
“Thank you,” she says, and coughs. She beams when he doesn’t give her as much of a second glance.
The first class on her schedule is physical education. Jieun gets to the bathroom ahead of time and quietly changes into a borrowed sweatshirt and the standard pair of shorts. She tiptoes out of the bathroom stall and is close to pushing open the door and walking out, but water from a faucet starts running.
Jieun twists her head and stares at the other girl behind her.
“It’s not what it looks like,” she says. After feeling suffocated by the silence, she walks out. She doesn’t run; she hasn’t put on her shoes yet.
Jieun sees the other girl later on, and mentally jots down her name when the teachers take attendance. It’s easy to spot her, even when she’s sitting in the middle of a full class of girls. Jieun stares jealously, and rolls down her sweatpants to hide the lack of hair on her legs.
“Jiyeon,” the teacher says, and the other girl raises her head sharply. Jiyeon drops her head again after the teacher calls the name of the next girl. Jieun notices how spaced apart she is from the other groups, not even close enough to tap shoes with someone else.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Hey, can you hear me?”
Jieun takes an earphone out of her ear. It stays hanging out when Jiyeon catches up to her.
“What’s your name?” Jiyeon asks.
“Um,” Jieun says, trying to remember the name she practiced referring as herself. Himself. “Youngbae.”
“Cool name. Mine’s Jiyeon,” the other girl answers. For the rest of the mile, they run at the same pace. For reasons unknown, three guys grin and slap Jieun on the shoulder in the locker room.
“That’s because in order to stay on this scholarship, I have to be a boy-no, no one has figured it out-yes, I am eating fine,” Jieun whispers into a payphone three streets down. “Look, it’s getting late. I have to get up early for my first class tomorrow.”
She says bye to her mom before hanging up the phone. While lifting up her bike to standing position, she hears shouting down the street. She steers her bike around a bush, and pokes her head out to see what’s happening. She almost admits it’s not her business until she sees Jiyeon slapping a guy’s hand away.
“Get away from me!” Jiyeon groans, looking irritated as she yanks the guy’s hand off her shoulder. But he keeps following and trying to loop his arm around her waist. Jieun grimaces, and sits down on the seat of her bike.
“Stop it-” Jiyeon says, and is surprised that the arm leaves her body. She hears a grunt, and the scrape of bicycle brakes on the asphalt.
“Hurry!” Jieun says, rolling her bike off the guy’s leg. “Before he gets-”
Jiyeon hops on before she finishes her sentence. Jieun kicks hard, trying to get a running start. She’s surprised by how far she’s pedaled in a minute. She hadn’t even noticed Jiyeon squeezing her arms around her waist.
“You’re not really a guy who was in the girls’ bathroom the other day, aren’t you?” Jiyeon whispers close to Jieun’s ear. Jieun stays quiet, telling herself to focus on riding in a straight path.
“I think you have more curves than me,” Jiyeon says, and the seat squeaks from her leaning back. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything.”
The wind dries the sweat on Jieun’s forehead.
Jiyeon leans closer into her, sealing all proximity. “You’re better than a guy, anyway.”
iu/jiyeon(t-ara). pg, 700 words. high school!au.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY augmenti clap clap clap clap. thanks for your adorable prompt and for being born. and if you liked this, you should really thank firequakes for giving me the idea: infiltrating a boy's school. but it ended up being co-ed, see how i can't follow anything.
“Which size uniform do you want?”
Jieun buttons her shirt all the way up to her neck. The upperclassman stares at how tight she twists it, and grimaces at the red marks created. He opens his mouth, but closes it when Jieun speaks.
“Small,” Jieun answers, in a voice three octaves lower.
“You’re in luck,” he says, bending under the desk. Jieun is careful leaning over the desk, squeezing her arms over her chest.
“Not a lot of male students get a small,” he says, and drops the folded uniform on counter. She unzips the new camping backpack she was forced into buying, and already misses the animal print of the backpack she had used since middle school.
“Thank you,” she says, and coughs. She beams when he doesn’t give her as much of a second glance.
The first class on her schedule is physical education. Jieun gets to the bathroom ahead of time and quietly changes into a borrowed sweatshirt and the standard pair of shorts. She tiptoes out of the bathroom stall and is close to pushing open the door and walking out, but water from a faucet starts running.
Jieun twists her head and stares at the other girl behind her.
“It’s not what it looks like,” she says. After feeling suffocated by the silence, she walks out. She doesn’t run; she hasn’t put on her shoes yet.
Jieun sees the other girl later on, and mentally jots down her name when the teachers take attendance. It’s easy to spot her, even when she’s sitting in the middle of a full class of girls. Jieun stares jealously, and rolls down her sweatpants to hide the lack of hair on her legs.
“Jiyeon,” the teacher says, and the other girl raises her head sharply. Jiyeon drops her head again after the teacher calls the name of the next girl. Jieun notices how spaced apart she is from the other groups, not even close enough to tap shoes with someone else.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Hey, can you hear me?”
Jieun takes an earphone out of her ear. It stays hanging out when Jiyeon catches up to her.
“What’s your name?” Jiyeon asks.
“Um,” Jieun says, trying to remember the name she practiced referring as herself. Himself. “Youngbae.”
“Cool name. Mine’s Jiyeon,” the other girl answers. For the rest of the mile, they run at the same pace. For reasons unknown, three guys grin and slap Jieun on the shoulder in the locker room.
“That’s because in order to stay on this scholarship, I have to be a boy-no, no one has figured it out-yes, I am eating fine,” Jieun whispers into a payphone three streets down. “Look, it’s getting late. I have to get up early for my first class tomorrow.”
She says bye to her mom before hanging up the phone. While lifting up her bike to standing position, she hears shouting down the street. She steers her bike around a bush, and pokes her head out to see what’s happening. She almost admits it’s not her business until she sees Jiyeon slapping a guy’s hand away.
“Get away from me!” Jiyeon groans, looking irritated as she yanks the guy’s hand off her shoulder. But he keeps following and trying to loop his arm around her waist. Jieun grimaces, and sits down on the seat of her bike.
“Stop it-” Jiyeon says, and is surprised that the arm leaves her body. She hears a grunt, and the scrape of bicycle brakes on the asphalt.
“Hurry!” Jieun says, rolling her bike off the guy’s leg. “Before he gets-”
Jiyeon hops on before she finishes her sentence. Jieun kicks hard, trying to get a running start. She’s surprised by how far she’s pedaled in a minute. She hadn’t even noticed Jiyeon squeezing her arms around her waist.
“You’re not really a guy who was in the girls’ bathroom the other day, aren’t you?” Jiyeon whispers close to Jieun’s ear. Jieun stays quiet, telling herself to focus on riding in a straight path.
“I think you have more curves than me,” Jiyeon says, and the seat squeaks from her leaning back. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything.”
The wind dries the sweat on Jieun’s forehead.
Jiyeon leans closer into her, sealing all proximity. “You’re better than a guy, anyway.”