The Biology Partner [1/?]
Title: Biology Partner (1/?)
Pairing: Sehun/Kai
Rating: PG-13
Words: 6,400-ish words.
Genre: High School!AU, Glam Girls!AU
Summary: Sehun is on the top of Seoul High School social pyramid, alongside his best friends, Zitao and Kyungsoo. They always take the same classes every semester. But, this semester, Sehun unfortunately picks the Biology class alone, and to add more of his misery, Mr. Kim decides that they will pair up with their seat partner for the semester's biology lab work. Sehun is stuck with Kim Jongin until the end of the semester.
His newest white and sleek Maserati. Well, no wonder why.'>
"We're here, sir" the driver says as the car stops in front of the school gate. Sehun looks up from his phone, where he is streaming about the latest runway of Alexander McQueen on New York Fashion Week. He turns his attention to the window, meeting eyes with the other student that's starting to steal a glance at his car, look of envy and awe.
His newest white and sleek Maserati. Well, no wonder why.
"I'll call you when the school is done" Sehun says, and he steps outside, fixing his Givenchy bag strap on his shoulder.
The entrance of SM high is already crowded, filled with cars and students, alone or with groups, chatting about what they wear for hiding the hideous looking of a uniform.
Okay, everybody has the same opinion. Seoul High uniform is awful, at least Sehun told the designer to make it with the finest fabric they can find, or it can be more unbearable. For boys, it's a plain white button up shirt with short sleeves paired with long navy blue slacks. Sehun thank the school for at least give the students freedom to choose their shoes, but if they don't, it's not like Sehun will follow anyway.
He walks down the hall to the basketball field, the watch strapped on his wrist tells him that it's still 15 minutes to the first schedule, so he guesses it's enough to have a little catch up with his best friends, who are somehow already waiting for him on one of the table at basketball field.
One of them waves his hand at him, Zitao. Hwang Zitao, a chinese-transfer student who is also a model back in China. His billboard is like on every skyscraper in Beijing, but his parents sent him to Seoul, hoping (HOPING) that he will stop his modeling gigs and start studying. It's their fault for believing in him.
The one beside Zitao, who is slurping his tomato juice (because it's good for men, he says) while doing whatever his homework for today, is Do Kyungsoo. Or knows as D.O for his own group of fan girls. The smart one of the group, kind enough to help Sehun and Zitao cramming when it's exam week, patient enough to not killing them by the second minute.
"What's up" Sehun greets as he receives Zitao's hand, inviting him for a bro hug. Kyungsoo gives him a small hi, and then back at his book. Sehun snorts.
"How's China?" Sehun asks, snatching the tomato juice from Kyungsoo's hand, thank God because the homework distracts the other so much he doesn't punch Sehun on the stomah for stealing or something. Zitao giggles from his seat, "Not bad. Got bored easily tho. Get my ass to Paris as soon as I have my Visa. How's your holiday?"
"New York has been great. Did a few gigs here and there, but it's enjoyable to be honest"
"Ya, hyung. What are you doing?" Sehun nudges Kyungsoo's side with his elbow, making the smaller boy jolts in his seat. "It's the assignment Mr. Yoo gave us before the holiday. How can you guys forget?"
"I have a lot of things on my mind"
"A lot of things means the newest collection of MCM?" Kyungsoo retorts.
"That's one of them" Sehun smiles sheepishly before Tao cuts in, "Ah speaking of MCM, I remember! I have this MCM Lab opening store invitation for this weekend. Let's go together, okay?"
Sehun high fives Zitao from the other side of the table, already busy sorting out things to wear. "Hyung, you're coming, right?" Kyungsoo stops writing, tapping his pen on the table, as if thinking hard, "We'll see"
Sehun makes a dejected face and puts a hand on his chest dramatically, much to Kyungsoo's distaste. "Not another drama, Sehun"
"Come on hyung! It's been a while since we hang out together by the way!" Zitao whines, ready to flash his aegyo to Kyungsoo his whinning if the older still doesn't give a definite answer.
Other than answering, the older puts his book on the table, homework finished and then grabs his bag. "I'm done. I'll leave it here, you guys can copy it. Now shut up and let me get to my first class"
At that, Zitao immediately shuts up and starts copying on a fast speed, Sehun follows suit.
"You guys are unbelievable" Kyungsoo groans.
-
Sehun walks in into his first class that day, which is Biology, one of the subject Sehun hates. His favorite subject is........there's none. Except if playing clash of clans, or browsing about newest movie can be counted as subject too, but they can't, so Sehun really doesn't have any favorite subject. Well, maybe, Multimedia Class, but only when they're making video, just then it makes to his almost-favorite subject list.
He throws his bag on top one of the marble tables, glancing at his seat partner, Kris. Or Wu Yifan, the leader of the basketball gang. Tall and handsome, to add more, fashionista. The one Sehun watches out the most for (and Sehun only can watch Yifan's IWC Schaffhausen ‘Portuguese Chronograph shines under the light with a dull pain in his heart, he wants to buy it too but he's too late by ten seconds :(). He gives a small wave to Yifan, and after making a few small necessary talk with Yifan, Sehun settles down on his seat playing Clash of Clans again, cursing inside silently why the hell Zitao and Kyungsoo didn't pick the same class as him.
A small giggle enters Sehun's earshot and he groans the moment he registers the voice. He fixes his gaze at his phone, not wanting to acknowledge the girl's presence that's walking near him.
"Sehunnaaaaaa" the girl calls cutely, the way that will make every guy's leg turns jelly and automatically opening their expensive car door just to make the girl spend some time with them, but not Sehun. If only the other guy knows how much this girl can be annoying when she is after someone.
"Uh, hi, Krystal" Sehun greets back, clearly uninterested but the girl keeps pushing into Sehun's personal space.
"How's New York, baby?" Sehun cringes at the nickname, since when he lets her call him that? "I will take a seat in front of you okay, because Kris doesn't want to move" she adds again with a pout that can be called cute but her eyes pointing laser guns at Kris.
"Um, actually I don't sit here. Just wanted to drop here to say congrats about his Harper Bazaar photo spread, my seat is back there" Sehun hurriedly says and then runs to the back at the classroom.
Krystal squints curiously at him and she already gestures to move but Mr. Kim Jonghyun is already saying hello and walking inside the class, the sign that the first hour is starting. Sehun lets out a relieved sigh. Never thought he will be this happy seeing Mr. Kim.
His relief doesn't last for long though. A soft snore is heard from his side, which turns out is a lump of body sleeping (or stoned?) on top of the table with head buried between his arms.
Kim Jongin.
The guy who is the school conselour favorite student, until last week, he is called by the principal because always sleeping in class, but his grades are always a row of A (how unfair is that, Sehun grunts). His uniform always looks messy, but Sehun can't really tell with his black jacket almost covering all of it. Sehun can't guess what is the real color of his shoes.
Sehun suddenly regrets moving place, maybe sitting behind Krystal is still better than sitting beside....Kim Jongin. There are a lot rumor about him, wild gang, drugs.. They said the police had once found him in his house holding a packet of drugs, don't know what. But his parents are rich enough (because who doesn't at Seoul High?) to make them close their mouth shut. Sehun moves a little further from his seat partner.
Mr. Kim, who clearly failed at making lesson about organism sounds fun claps happily in front of the class, Sehun turns his attention to the front. "Well, class! For the most fun part, the lab session, you will be paired with your seat partner. You'll work together until the end of the semester"
Sehun stuns in his seat, trying to process what Mr. Kim has just said. He raises his hand unconciously. "Yes, Mr. Oh? Any problem?"
"Can we change seat partners?" Sehun's question breaks the silence inside the class and the chatter is buzzing on Sehun's ear. The other students also asking the same thing to Mr. Kim.
Mr. Kim claps his hand twice again to gain attention from the students, "Sorry, mr. Oh. You'll have to work with mr. Kim. Mr. Kim, try to stay awake more in class, okay?"
Kim Jongin only shrugs and then going back to lay his head on the table. From the steady rise and fall follows a minute later, Sehun knows he's asleep again.
Creepy.
On the front, Mr. Kim decides everything is settled and continues to explain what will they do on the next meeting.
Just Mr. Kim finishes his speech, the second bell rings, indicating the end of the first hour and Sehun really needs to rush to his next class so he won't be late.
His phone beeps. A message from Zitao.
Lunch at Sushi Tei. See you at 12
Sehun taps the reply button and furiously types back.
Nobody gets to eat sushi before I get my dose of bubble tea. My day sucks!!
-
"Hey, it's only for a semester, right? You'll get through it" Kyungsoo says, in attempt to comfort the raging bull, Sehun.
"And he's smart, you can lift your grades. And by that, maybe your father will give your Amex Card back" Zitao adds from where he sits by the end of the pool.
Sehun thinks, well if he gets his Amex back then he can buy that Valentino winter jacket he's been eyeing for a few weeks already.
Seeing smile starting to form on Sehun's face, Kyungsoo and Zitao lets out a relieved sigh and give each other a high five.
"Then, maybe that's a good thing" Sehun says, before adding, "But you guys still owe me bubble tea for the rest of the month"
-
The sun is blazing hot, burning on his sweat soaked back but Sehun doesn't stop dribbling the ball, make it past Zico, the captain of the other team, and pass it to Luhan, who is now waiting on the sidelines. Luhan, who sees the empty space and low guard surrounding him, runs forward, jumps three times and....
"SLAM. DUNK." Sehun can hear Baekhyun shouts excitedly from the bench. There's a laughter followed from Jongdae and then they're doing that dance they called congratulary dance and it's kinda annoying, really. But Sehun can't care less because with Luhan's slam dunk the minute before, his team is definitely leading by one point. The scowl in Donghae's face is definitely worth it.
"Nice job, Lu!" Sehun shouts, holding out a thumb to Sehun. Luhan replies him with a smile.
The whistle is blown again, and the game is back on. The ball is now on Sungjae's hand, dribbling it across the field with fast speed. Sehun runs to him to block him from moving forward but Sungjae skillfully avoids him and throws the ball past Yifan's arm from the middle of the field. The silence is suffocating the moment the ball circling around the edge of the ring, and the silence breaks as the ball gets inside the ring. And whistle blows signaling the time is over.
Zico and Donghae run to Sungjae and hug him, while sending a cocky smirk at Sehun. None of them affect Sehun, it is not Sehun if he's affected by that.
"It's okay it's okay. We'll win next time" Sehun pats Luhan's and Yifan's back encouragingly, even if he still feels bitter for losing from Donghae's team. They walk to their group bench and welcomed by water from Joonmyeon's hand, "You guys are great. And Luhan, that's one fine of a slam dunk" the statement making Luhan's blush.
"Admit defeat?" Someone says from behind Sehun, a voice Sehun knows so well. Zico.
The second son of the owner of the biggest petrol company in the country. His dad's name and Sehun's dad name is catching up each other on Forbes Top 10 Rich People in Korea, but lately the petrol price is fluctuating and it's not in a good condition. Sehun sometimes wonders what makes Zico hates him so much, it's their father who are competing each other, for God's sake! Sehun couldn't care less about his father's bussiness, other than his worrying deterioting health.
"Yes" Sehun replies coldly, busy skimming through useless text from anonymous number on his phone.
"Look at me when you talk young man" Zico voices out again. Sehun raises an eyebrow at him, "Already am"
"YA!" Zico barks out and in a few seconds, he gets his grip on Sehun's collar, pulling him forward, the back of the collar digging into Sehun's skin. But Sehun's face is as still as ever.
Kyungsoo, being the usual responsible one, steps forward but Yifan doesn't let him.
"I. Will. Crush. You. Into. Little. Pieces. You. Little. Piece. Of. Shit"
Sehun puts his palm on Zico's chest, shoving the other man to the side. Brushing the imaginary dust on his clothes, wearing his most disgusted expression mask, "Which is never, if I may add"
And Sehun is out of the door.
---
Sehun groans as he feels the cold liquid burns at the back of his throat. He signals the bartender to fill his glass again.
"You know, Sehun, Zico's threat was pretty dangerous" Kyungsoo says as he eyes Sehun downing his third glass that night. The night is young, and they are on the best club the city has to offer, themed as 90s night, Sehun can feel the beat of the music on the dancefloor starts to itch his body to move, but he needs more than three glass to dance his heavy thoughts away.
"He's always like that. I've know him from elementary school. Never have been more brave than to tell lies to the principal" Sehun puts his glass down, the glass bottom clink at the meeting with the glass table. "He's pathetic, don't you think?"
Kyungsoo just sips his drink quietly, "Just be careful"
Sehun really, really wants to laugh. Because here, Do Kyungsoo is definitely doubting him. Nobody ever messes with Oh Sehun, even if they do, they are dumb enough for not seeing what Sehun probably has for them.
"YES NOW THE ONE THAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, THE DANCER, KIM KAI!" The MC's loud introduction diverts Sehun's attention from his current conversation with Kyungsoo, and he leans back at his seat to watch the dancer, Kim Kai.
The dancer goes out from the backstage with a loud cheer, the dancer dresses in all black, with the exception of the white shirt underneath his jacket. The dancer’s face is shadowed by his hat, but the effect the club has on him is one exception. The light illuminates his jaw and mouth, smirking a little with confident. The nose and the eyes are still covered though.
On top of the stage, the DJ is ready with his turntable and he puts his hand in the air, counting down 1.. 2... 3...
And the dancer moves, precisely right on with the beat. His body moves oozes nothing except confident and sexiness, once in a while his hat will slip off his head to the side because of the excessive moves, but the dancer recovers the hat quickly before it falls professionally.
Sehun only stares in awe from his seat at the bar, eyes raking on the dancer's body as he moves his joint just in time with the beat that follows.
"Ya, Jongdae-hyung" Sehun nudges the older who is standing beside him, chatting with Chanyeol. Jongdae just replies with a hum of acknowledgement.
"Who's he?" Sehun points the stage, "Never saw him before"
"Emm, don't know. Baekhyun doesn't let me know his real name. But he did say he's new, but his dance skill is as good as Yixing and Minseok. They're from the same group by the way" (The club is Baekhyun parent’s, and they gives Baekhyun full power to manage the entertainment inside the club, Baekhyun makes a great party planner, to be honest)
Sehun makes a mental note to ask Baekhyun later about this new hot and attractive dancer, but tonight he's going to just sit back and see.
A sudden loud cheer erupts from the crowd surrounding the stage, and it's because the dancer's hat falls and the onlookers can take a little look on the dancer’s face.
Sehun sits straight on his seat, he swears by his favorite Cartier LOVE bracelet, that the dancer looks like one of the Seoul High Student.
Kim Jongin.
But the thought goes as fast as the thought comes. Sehun shakes his head. There's no way the geeky, always sleeping Kim Jongin would be here, he probably smokes or races illegally across the city with his gang (just like according to those rumors). There's no way Kim Jongin would be here, all dressed in leather pants and jacket that's hugging his torso perfectly, but Sehun is kinda recognizing that jacket, though....
Sehun shakes his head once again.
Maybe it is just the alcohol talking.
He really need to go home before he faints on the street and some random crappy guy kidnap him.
Ah, his brain is definitely intoxicated.
--
The corridor is already empty, the bell rung about fifteen minutes ago. The only people in the corridor are the boys who decide skipping class is cool, and girls who can't even bother to check their schedule because they are to busy ogling who's wearing who or who's sleeping with who.
Sehun can be one of them, really. But with the results of his report card last semester.... He's not pretty sure his dad will continue supporting him financially if he keeps that up.
"Any improvement will be appreciated", Sehun's dad lectured after dinner the day the report card is given. Sehun gave up his Amex Card with two hands politely, trying not to wince when his dad snatched it away a little harsh
So, right now, Sehun is trying hard not to turn his heel to Seoul High Cafe to join the gossip trio, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jongdae, and walks to his biology class. That's a BIG improvement.
His had must be so proud. (As much as how Sehun is proud about how Zico eyes his Jimmy Choo shoes the time he bumps at him on the way)
But little encounter with Zico and nursing a cup of coffee on his hand turn out not enough to clear his raging headache from the moment he woke up that morning. He can't even have time to decide what should he wear for today and just grab everything near him.
Mr. Kim is already waiting in front of the door the moment Sehun arrives, he folds his hand in front of his sweater clad chest (Mr. Kim Jonghyun can be a one hot teacher with his body like that, but his lesson is so boring Sehun can't keep his focus). "Rough night, Mr. Oh?" he greets, Sehun only smiles back sheepishly.
"You know that if you're late three times and you'll have an E on your report card, right?" Mr. Jonghyun asks as he hands Sehun his late ticket. "Your first warning, Mr. Oh. Now go to your place and let's start today's lesson"
Sehun bows as thanks to Mr. Kim and then goes straight to his seats. He can feel pairings of eyes on him, but he's used to it. Since the first time he steps his foot on the auditorium hall when it was the junior welcoming party back then, being son of Korea's Top Businessman, everybody knows his name even when he doesn’t know anyone in the room. He already used to the curious eyes and the judgemental stares here and there.
One small mistake, those shiny lips would talk about him non-stop. But they can only talk, not that they're brave enough to confront him.
Sehun takes his seat, and then glances to his seat partner, who (surprisingly) looks more awake than the last time they met. "Morning, Jongin?" Sehun greets, trying to be friendly, they will spend the semester's biology class for six months for God's sake, so they better be friends.
"Morning" Jongin greets back. Short. And. Cold.
Okaaaaaaaaaaay, Mr. Snowmaaaaaaan.
"Seems like you two has gotten close?" Sehun jumps on his seat, and then turns to his side to find Mr. Kim standing there with stack of plastic boxes on his hands. He hands Sehun a box, and then a bag of Sehun-doesn't-know-what. Sehun mumbles a 'thanks' as Mr. Kim walks away to give the remaining boxes to the other tables. Jongin takes the bag from Sehun's hand and opens it, revealing some tools inside. Jongin sets them expertly on the table.
Wanting to be seen helpful, Sehun curiously opening the box, wondering what's inside.
Sehun freezes in his seat.
Dead Frogs.
"Ya, take out one of the dead frogs and put it on top of that surface"
"Um...this? Why not just you?" Sehun eyes the dead frogs, trembling slightly. Other than the visual, the smell is starting to get unbearable. Sehun wonders if he can act sick and goes to the infirmary instead.
Jongin rolls his eyes, "Because now I'm doing this" Jongin points at the tools he's now
preparing. Scalpel, knives, forceps, all nicely placed on the table. "Why? You're scared?"
"NO!" Sehun squeaks, a second too fast to be believable. But Jongin just shrugs.
"Then, be fast and put one here. I'm almost done" Jongin says again, still not looking at Sehun.
Sehun takes a deep breath, holds it in, and puts his hand inside the box. Slick and sticky. Oh, his dad would be so proud of him, more than this morning even. As he feels his hand grabs one of the dead frogs, he quickly gets it out.
"Okay, now let's make an incision at the belly. Can you hold the legs?" Jongin asks, his hand is already covered with handscoon and on his right hand is the scalpel. He looks like a surgeon, really. A really moody and cold-hearted one, Sehun might add.
Sehun quickly grabs his handscoon, and puts it on. Kai makes a precise incision on the middle, opening the frog's abdomen.
"Now, write it on the--"
"Why do it has to be me?!" Sehun snaps. Jongin stares at him with a blank expression.
"Because I am... In the middle of dissecting organs inside a frog’s abdomen. All bloody and frog body fluids. Do you want to change place so you can do the dissecting and I will write instead? I'm fine with that" Jongin replies, relaxed and flat.
Wow! Kim Jongin can speak more than two sentences!!
"You don't? Okay now at least help me here" Jongin continues when there's no answer from Sehun.
"Number 1, esophagus, number 2, Gaster…" Sehun sighs as he grabs the pen and start writing.
--
Sehun arrives at home a little past six that night after making sure the frog that they cut the abdomen today is buried safely on the Seoul High backyard. He really needs to take a long long bath today, because he reeks of frogs and frogs, not his usual perfume. Even Zitao was sitting a little further from him that day on the canteen during lunch. It's not like Sehun can take a bath at school.
He quickly parks his car on his house's parking lot, alongside his other family member's cars. He does an inspection as he walks to the main door, and his mother's car is not there. Meanwhile, his father's and his brother's cars are all there. But even if Sehun's father car is there, doesn't mean the latter is home.
A quick brief explanation on Sehun's family; His dad, Mr. Oh, is the CEO of a real estate company, covering almost all of the South East Asia and now his ambition is to widen it to Asia, (Sehun knows his from the Bussiness Week magazine that's on the TV table). His work is making him fly to one place to another place almost daily, meeting with clients, or even just a lunch. His mother, Mrs. Oh. The graceful, and beautiful Mrs. Oh. Sehun is always said to inherit her beauty in the form of a boy. His mother is a housewife, but what Sehun summarizes further from W Magazine is his mother is also a socialite, a very influential on Korea Socialites world. And the one whose room Sehun just passed is his brother. If people say that Sehun inherits a lot of his mother's traits, then his brother inherits a lot of his father's traits. Smart, like to read, hard working, everything that parents want their kid to be. He gets a scholarship even when he doesn't need that. While Sehun, well, Sehun is Sehun. Since young, he knows modeling gives him the feeling he doesn't get from other things. He loves being watched, he loves being praised. His parents always tells him to quit, because to his dad, it's not quite right for a man like him to become a model, to the extent of blocking all of his connections to the modeling world, but Sehun has his ways. It's not like Sehun can say no to New York Fashion Week or London Fashion Week Invitation every season.
Sehun looks around the dining hall, there's no one other than his in house chef that's usually takes care of his mom's diet and the family meal. Even if Sehun can't remember the last time they eat together as a family.
A housekeeper comes to him, bringing a glass of water. Sehun takes it and whipers thanks,
"Where's mom?"
"Madam said she will go to Busan today to attend one of jewelry store opening" the housekeeper answers.
Sehun huffs, as expected from his mom. "And dad?"
"He's on a business trip to China. Will be back on Tuesday"
"He goes overseas?! What did doctor Do said about it?!" Sehun snaps for the second time that day. His father has a coronary heart disease, and even if it's already cured, his condition is worsen these days. Doctor Do (fyi: Do Kyungsoo's father) said his father needs a lot of rest. Sehun can't believe his Dad is still being a rock head and work instead of resting.
"Doctor Do said no, but Mr. Oh still insists" the housekeeper replies hesitantly, a little afraid with Sehun's outburst a minute ago. Sehun groans, what's the use of having a doctor when his father doesn't even want to listen to them?!
Sehun slams the empty glass to the wooden dining table, his fingers curl around the glass. He really, really wants to take the first flight to China and take his father home. Sehun stomps his feet on the way to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him and throws his body on the bed, breathing raged.
Breath in, breath out, Sehun. There's no use of getting mad when you can do nothing about it.
He grabs his phone and searches for Zitao's contact. Maybe they can hang out for tonight, and maybe Kyungsoo can join too but seeing how messed up the man on lunch day that noon because of a homework he should collect next week (next week for God Sake! Kyungsoo might as well does the thesis for college graduation for now on), Sehun is pretty sure the man won't even pick up his phone.
"Ya! Where are you?" Sehun asks as soon as the line is connected.
He hears Zitao's sighs from the other line, "The Shilla, apparently."
"What are you doing? A party?!" Sehun asks excitedly, because other than at home, he can use a party to liven up his mood right now. Dancing his worry away~
Zitao sighs again, and Sehun thinks, it's unhealthy for a young man like Zitao to sigh two times in the time span less than one minutes. "I wish it is. Except dancing with classic Chinese music can be called as party in our dictionary. Dad came today and he's having this bussiness gala dinner with his Korea partner and yes, here I am, hired as a translator"
Sehun laughs out loud, because yes, after he really listens the background voice from Tao's side he can hear some Chinese conversations here and there and also the unique melody of Chinese folk song, the one he heard when he visited Zitao's hometown a few holidays back. (Zitao's father favorite, in fact)
"Hey, just see it from the bright side, okay? Just like I do with my biology partner right now. What is there to lose when after this you can bribe your father to buy Candy that necklace pendant from Tiffany&Co you've been eyeing since God knows when?" Sehun laughs again, "Nothing, really"
Now, it's Zitao turns to laugh. "I can see your point there mister. By the way, what's up? You're not calling me to laugh at me, aren't you?"
Sehun plays with the hem of his shirt, "No, I want to ask you to hang out actually. I'm bored being at home, maybe take a coffee or maybe we can race to Bukhasan" Zitao snorts.
"But, I'll let you deal with your dad's business partner, have fun, Zitao! Hope you can treat your homesick like this" Sehun cackles and then says his goodbye.
"Homesick, my ass" Zitao mutters under his breath before the line goes dead .
Sehun throws his phone on the bed, his plan to hang out with Zitao turns out to be failed, and he doesn't really have any back up plan for tonight. Sehun raises up from the bed, and decides to take a bath. Maybe hot bath can relax his mind a little bit.
On the way to the bathroom, his phone rings. It's Joonmyeon, the kind (and rich) senior he knew from Kyungsoo. Just like Kyungsoo, Joonmyeon is on the 'smart' student list, but that doesn't mean this guy can't party.
"Hello, what's up?" Sehun sing-songs through the receiver. The sound that greets him back is the laughter in the background and some jazzy tune playing.
"Hey! What's are you doing, right now?" Joonmyeon asks back.
"Nothing, I'm just going to take a bath. Why?"
"Ah, me and the others are planning to hang out today. You wanna join? I'll pick you up" Joonmyeon invites.
It doesn't take more than two seconds for Sehun to say yes.
Joonmyeon arrives about twenty minutes later. Sehun almost doesn't notice because the car coming is not what he is expecting. As he remembers, Joonmyeon drives a Mini Cooper not a Mercedes Benz. The front window rolls down, revealing Joonmyeon on the passenger seat, smiling sheepishly, and... Yifan on the driver seat. Sehun smirks as he gets in on the back.
---
The wind breezes slightly, making the tree branch shakes, some leaves that start to change slightly yellow-ish fall down. The autumn is nearing, but it's not cold yet. Sehun still can wear his Acne Studios shirt collection without getting cold.
His eyes wanders around, the school is empty because it's Saturday and the only activity is for those who has extra. Sehun is the only one who sits inside the canteen today, he arrives too early and decides to lounge a bit.
Last night's scene keeps replaying in his head, how Joonmyeon talked to Yifan, how Yifan laughed to Joonmyeon's not-so-funny jokes, how cute they were when they keep denying that they are something, the way Joonmyeon's finger rest on Yifan's arm a second bit too long to be counted as friends, the way Yifan seemed to be more relaxed and happy gooey around Joonmyeon, contrary to his usual cold and intimidating demeanor.
Just in time for the fall, Sehun feels lonely.
It's been a while since he last dating someone, like, really dating someone. All he does since his last serious relationship are just hanging out, quick kiss here and there, lunch, dinner, coffee but nothing really serious. He has his friends, but the feeling is different. He longs for the feeling.
Someone taps his shoulder lightly, pulling sehun out of his daydream. "Hey" the person greets. Chanyeol.
The son of the famous architect in Korea. Known as Seoul High's happy virus, party popper, mood maker, you name it. His name is always on top of the 'people-you-should-invite-to-your-party' list. Despite his partying hobby, he's a pretty calm and simple guy at school.
"Hey, you're not with Baekhyun and Jongdae?" Ah, one thing, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jongdae are always together. It's like they're triplets. So it's an unusual sight for Sehun to see him alone.
"Ah, no. I was on my way to the tennis court actually when I saw you here. Jongdae was on the choir room, and Baekhyun is on the swimming pool. I thought you were taking the same extra as him?"
Sehun tilts his head to the side, his brain is totally slow on Saturday, slower than any other day. Then, the thought sinks in, "OH MY GOD I'M LATE" Sehun hurriedly tosses his things on his bag.
"Chanyeol! I'm going first! Thank you for reminding me! I owe you!" Sehun shouts as he runs away.
--
The swimming pool door is crowded when Sehun gets there, there are a few people grouping on the outside too. Sehun doesn't remember students who pick swimming as their extra is this much, it's a little actually. That was why Sehun picks it.
"What happened?" Sehun asks to Suzy, one of the swimming pool members, who is now talking to her friend, her tone worried.
"Zico.. Inside... He's trying to kill Jongin!" Suzy stutters, clearly afraid.
"What?!"
"Just... Just come inside and you'll see" Suzy continues again, and then comes in with Sehun.
True to what Suzy said, Zico is definitely trying to kill Jongin. He has Jongin's wrists and ankles tied and then his mouth shut with black tape, and his eyes closed with cloth. And to be more terrifying, they are now standing on top of the highest jumping board. Zico and his gang, with helpless Jongin with them.
"ZICO! ARE YOU CRAZY?" Sehun knows Zico can be cruel sometimes, but not like this! He can clearly kill Jongin at this rate!
"Don't be such a hypocrite, my dear friend. It's for fun, and as far as I know you can't resist the word fun, can you?"
"Zico! You can kill him!"
"You said 'I can' but not 'I will', so it's like 50:50 chance? Why don't we try it out?" Zico smirks, as he walks closer to the end pf the springboard with Jongin still in his arms.
"Nonononono, ZICO NO!" Sehun shouts. In a few seconds, Zico throws Jongin into the swimming pool. Sehun doesn't need to wait for the splashing sound to throw his bag, and jumps into the water.
There's a moment when Jongin's body meets the surface along with the screaming from the onlookers. Jongin's body floats on top of the water, not moving.
Sehun swims and swims and swims until he finally reaches him, and then drags him to the edge of the pool. The other swimming team members are also getting into the water after seeing Sehun and help him.
"Everybody moves further! He needs space!" Sehun cuts the rope tying Jongin and pulls the black tape from his mouth. Sehun can see Zico standing on the back with worried eyes, Sehun feels his inside boiling.
One of the swimming team member does the CPR procedure to Jongin. The first time, still doesn't work.. Second time, still doesn't work...
God, please don't let him die..
After a few tries, Jongin coughs, letting the water that gets into his airway out. His breathing raged for a while but slowly evens out. Sehun lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The crowd lets out a low cheer, and then little by little leaves, still talking about today’s
"Well, I think The Lady Luck is on my side" Zico laughs as he walks closer to Sehun who is still kneeling beside Jongin. "Well, we should do anoth--"
Zico's word is cut by a punch on his face, by Sehun.
"What do you-"
"GET OUT OF HERE ZICO. I DON'T MIND PUNCHING YOU IN THE FACE AGAIN UNTIL THE LAST THING YOU SEE IS MY FACE"
Zico looks like he has something on the tip of his tongue to be said, but his two (idiots!) friends are at least smarter than him, they are dragging Zico out, away from still in rage Sehun. Sehun goes back to Jongin who is now trying to sit straight.
"Are you okay? Do you need something? Hurt somewhere?"
Jongin shakes his head faintly. He groans as he tries to stand up, Sehun offers his arms to help but Jongin swats his hand away.
"You don't have to" he says, voice cold.
"Do you need someone to take you home? I can drive you" Sehun offers again.
"No" Jongin answers, not looking at Sehun. He starts to walk to the door. Gait limping.
"To the infirmary?" Sehun runs to him.
"I SAID NO. Mind your own bussiness"
Sehun freezes at his place. "I just saved you and this is what you do?" Sehun grits between his teeth. He feels hurt. The irritated feeling adds up to his previous rage because of Zico that haven’t dissipated yet.
"I said it's none of--"
"WHAT IS IT ABOUT YOUR HOSTILITY TOWARDS ME?" Sehun bursts out suddenly, furious. Jongin looks a little taken aback because of that, he just stares at Sehun, eyes wide in surprise.
"Okay then, I'll get going first" Sehun says before Jongin can answer, grabbing his bag from the floor, and Sehun is gone.
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A/N :
- This fic is for my best friend, latesleeper!
- Crossposted from my AFF Account!
- Thank you for exowardrobe and yifanswardrobe on tumblr! My sole source of the expensive things I stated on this story and it's future chapter.
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Pairing: Sehun/Kai
Rating: PG-13
Words: 6,400-ish words.
Genre: High School!AU, Glam Girls!AU
Summary: Sehun is on the top of Seoul High School social pyramid, alongside his best friends, Zitao and Kyungsoo. They always take the same classes every semester. But, this semester, Sehun unfortunately picks the Biology class alone, and to add more of his misery, Mr. Kim decides that they will pair up with their seat partner for the semester's biology lab work. Sehun is stuck with Kim Jongin until the end of the semester.
His newest white and sleek Maserati. Well, no wonder why.'>
"We're here, sir" the driver says as the car stops in front of the school gate. Sehun looks up from his phone, where he is streaming about the latest runway of Alexander McQueen on New York Fashion Week. He turns his attention to the window, meeting eyes with the other student that's starting to steal a glance at his car, look of envy and awe.
His newest white and sleek Maserati. Well, no wonder why.
"I'll call you when the school is done" Sehun says, and he steps outside, fixing his Givenchy bag strap on his shoulder.
The entrance of SM high is already crowded, filled with cars and students, alone or with groups, chatting about what they wear for hiding the hideous looking of a uniform.
Okay, everybody has the same opinion. Seoul High uniform is awful, at least Sehun told the designer to make it with the finest fabric they can find, or it can be more unbearable. For boys, it's a plain white button up shirt with short sleeves paired with long navy blue slacks. Sehun thank the school for at least give the students freedom to choose their shoes, but if they don't, it's not like Sehun will follow anyway.
He walks down the hall to the basketball field, the watch strapped on his wrist tells him that it's still 15 minutes to the first schedule, so he guesses it's enough to have a little catch up with his best friends, who are somehow already waiting for him on one of the table at basketball field.
One of them waves his hand at him, Zitao. Hwang Zitao, a chinese-transfer student who is also a model back in China. His billboard is like on every skyscraper in Beijing, but his parents sent him to Seoul, hoping (HOPING) that he will stop his modeling gigs and start studying. It's their fault for believing in him.
The one beside Zitao, who is slurping his tomato juice (because it's good for men, he says) while doing whatever his homework for today, is Do Kyungsoo. Or knows as D.O for his own group of fan girls. The smart one of the group, kind enough to help Sehun and Zitao cramming when it's exam week, patient enough to not killing them by the second minute.
"What's up" Sehun greets as he receives Zitao's hand, inviting him for a bro hug. Kyungsoo gives him a small hi, and then back at his book. Sehun snorts.
"How's China?" Sehun asks, snatching the tomato juice from Kyungsoo's hand, thank God because the homework distracts the other so much he doesn't punch Sehun on the stomah for stealing or something. Zitao giggles from his seat, "Not bad. Got bored easily tho. Get my ass to Paris as soon as I have my Visa. How's your holiday?"
"New York has been great. Did a few gigs here and there, but it's enjoyable to be honest"
"Ya, hyung. What are you doing?" Sehun nudges Kyungsoo's side with his elbow, making the smaller boy jolts in his seat. "It's the assignment Mr. Yoo gave us before the holiday. How can you guys forget?"
"I have a lot of things on my mind"
"A lot of things means the newest collection of MCM?" Kyungsoo retorts.
"That's one of them" Sehun smiles sheepishly before Tao cuts in, "Ah speaking of MCM, I remember! I have this MCM Lab opening store invitation for this weekend. Let's go together, okay?"
Sehun high fives Zitao from the other side of the table, already busy sorting out things to wear. "Hyung, you're coming, right?" Kyungsoo stops writing, tapping his pen on the table, as if thinking hard, "We'll see"
Sehun makes a dejected face and puts a hand on his chest dramatically, much to Kyungsoo's distaste. "Not another drama, Sehun"
"Come on hyung! It's been a while since we hang out together by the way!" Zitao whines, ready to flash his aegyo to Kyungsoo his whinning if the older still doesn't give a definite answer.
Other than answering, the older puts his book on the table, homework finished and then grabs his bag. "I'm done. I'll leave it here, you guys can copy it. Now shut up and let me get to my first class"
At that, Zitao immediately shuts up and starts copying on a fast speed, Sehun follows suit.
"You guys are unbelievable" Kyungsoo groans.
-
Sehun walks in into his first class that day, which is Biology, one of the subject Sehun hates. His favorite subject is........there's none. Except if playing clash of clans, or browsing about newest movie can be counted as subject too, but they can't, so Sehun really doesn't have any favorite subject. Well, maybe, Multimedia Class, but only when they're making video, just then it makes to his almost-favorite subject list.
He throws his bag on top one of the marble tables, glancing at his seat partner, Kris. Or Wu Yifan, the leader of the basketball gang. Tall and handsome, to add more, fashionista. The one Sehun watches out the most for (and Sehun only can watch Yifan's IWC Schaffhausen ‘Portuguese Chronograph shines under the light with a dull pain in his heart, he wants to buy it too but he's too late by ten seconds :(). He gives a small wave to Yifan, and after making a few small necessary talk with Yifan, Sehun settles down on his seat playing Clash of Clans again, cursing inside silently why the hell Zitao and Kyungsoo didn't pick the same class as him.
A small giggle enters Sehun's earshot and he groans the moment he registers the voice. He fixes his gaze at his phone, not wanting to acknowledge the girl's presence that's walking near him.
"Sehunnaaaaaa" the girl calls cutely, the way that will make every guy's leg turns jelly and automatically opening their expensive car door just to make the girl spend some time with them, but not Sehun. If only the other guy knows how much this girl can be annoying when she is after someone.
"Uh, hi, Krystal" Sehun greets back, clearly uninterested but the girl keeps pushing into Sehun's personal space.
"How's New York, baby?" Sehun cringes at the nickname, since when he lets her call him that? "I will take a seat in front of you okay, because Kris doesn't want to move" she adds again with a pout that can be called cute but her eyes pointing laser guns at Kris.
"Um, actually I don't sit here. Just wanted to drop here to say congrats about his Harper Bazaar photo spread, my seat is back there" Sehun hurriedly says and then runs to the back at the classroom.
Krystal squints curiously at him and she already gestures to move but Mr. Kim Jonghyun is already saying hello and walking inside the class, the sign that the first hour is starting. Sehun lets out a relieved sigh. Never thought he will be this happy seeing Mr. Kim.
His relief doesn't last for long though. A soft snore is heard from his side, which turns out is a lump of body sleeping (or stoned?) on top of the table with head buried between his arms.
Kim Jongin.
The guy who is the school conselour favorite student, until last week, he is called by the principal because always sleeping in class, but his grades are always a row of A (how unfair is that, Sehun grunts). His uniform always looks messy, but Sehun can't really tell with his black jacket almost covering all of it. Sehun can't guess what is the real color of his shoes.
Sehun suddenly regrets moving place, maybe sitting behind Krystal is still better than sitting beside....Kim Jongin. There are a lot rumor about him, wild gang, drugs.. They said the police had once found him in his house holding a packet of drugs, don't know what. But his parents are rich enough (because who doesn't at Seoul High?) to make them close their mouth shut. Sehun moves a little further from his seat partner.
Mr. Kim, who clearly failed at making lesson about organism sounds fun claps happily in front of the class, Sehun turns his attention to the front. "Well, class! For the most fun part, the lab session, you will be paired with your seat partner. You'll work together until the end of the semester"
Sehun stuns in his seat, trying to process what Mr. Kim has just said. He raises his hand unconciously. "Yes, Mr. Oh? Any problem?"
"Can we change seat partners?" Sehun's question breaks the silence inside the class and the chatter is buzzing on Sehun's ear. The other students also asking the same thing to Mr. Kim.
Mr. Kim claps his hand twice again to gain attention from the students, "Sorry, mr. Oh. You'll have to work with mr. Kim. Mr. Kim, try to stay awake more in class, okay?"
Kim Jongin only shrugs and then going back to lay his head on the table. From the steady rise and fall follows a minute later, Sehun knows he's asleep again.
Creepy.
On the front, Mr. Kim decides everything is settled and continues to explain what will they do on the next meeting.
Just Mr. Kim finishes his speech, the second bell rings, indicating the end of the first hour and Sehun really needs to rush to his next class so he won't be late.
His phone beeps. A message from Zitao.
Lunch at Sushi Tei. See you at 12
Sehun taps the reply button and furiously types back.
Nobody gets to eat sushi before I get my dose of bubble tea. My day sucks!!
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"Hey, it's only for a semester, right? You'll get through it" Kyungsoo says, in attempt to comfort the raging bull, Sehun.
"And he's smart, you can lift your grades. And by that, maybe your father will give your Amex Card back" Zitao adds from where he sits by the end of the pool.
Sehun thinks, well if he gets his Amex back then he can buy that Valentino winter jacket he's been eyeing for a few weeks already.
Seeing smile starting to form on Sehun's face, Kyungsoo and Zitao lets out a relieved sigh and give each other a high five.
"Then, maybe that's a good thing" Sehun says, before adding, "But you guys still owe me bubble tea for the rest of the month"
-
The sun is blazing hot, burning on his sweat soaked back but Sehun doesn't stop dribbling the ball, make it past Zico, the captain of the other team, and pass it to Luhan, who is now waiting on the sidelines. Luhan, who sees the empty space and low guard surrounding him, runs forward, jumps three times and....
"SLAM. DUNK." Sehun can hear Baekhyun shouts excitedly from the bench. There's a laughter followed from Jongdae and then they're doing that dance they called congratulary dance and it's kinda annoying, really. But Sehun can't care less because with Luhan's slam dunk the minute before, his team is definitely leading by one point. The scowl in Donghae's face is definitely worth it.
"Nice job, Lu!" Sehun shouts, holding out a thumb to Sehun. Luhan replies him with a smile.
The whistle is blown again, and the game is back on. The ball is now on Sungjae's hand, dribbling it across the field with fast speed. Sehun runs to him to block him from moving forward but Sungjae skillfully avoids him and throws the ball past Yifan's arm from the middle of the field. The silence is suffocating the moment the ball circling around the edge of the ring, and the silence breaks as the ball gets inside the ring. And whistle blows signaling the time is over.
Zico and Donghae run to Sungjae and hug him, while sending a cocky smirk at Sehun. None of them affect Sehun, it is not Sehun if he's affected by that.
"It's okay it's okay. We'll win next time" Sehun pats Luhan's and Yifan's back encouragingly, even if he still feels bitter for losing from Donghae's team. They walk to their group bench and welcomed by water from Joonmyeon's hand, "You guys are great. And Luhan, that's one fine of a slam dunk" the statement making Luhan's blush.
"Admit defeat?" Someone says from behind Sehun, a voice Sehun knows so well. Zico.
The second son of the owner of the biggest petrol company in the country. His dad's name and Sehun's dad name is catching up each other on Forbes Top 10 Rich People in Korea, but lately the petrol price is fluctuating and it's not in a good condition. Sehun sometimes wonders what makes Zico hates him so much, it's their father who are competing each other, for God's sake! Sehun couldn't care less about his father's bussiness, other than his worrying deterioting health.
"Yes" Sehun replies coldly, busy skimming through useless text from anonymous number on his phone.
"Look at me when you talk young man" Zico voices out again. Sehun raises an eyebrow at him, "Already am"
"YA!" Zico barks out and in a few seconds, he gets his grip on Sehun's collar, pulling him forward, the back of the collar digging into Sehun's skin. But Sehun's face is as still as ever.
Kyungsoo, being the usual responsible one, steps forward but Yifan doesn't let him.
"I. Will. Crush. You. Into. Little. Pieces. You. Little. Piece. Of. Shit"
Sehun puts his palm on Zico's chest, shoving the other man to the side. Brushing the imaginary dust on his clothes, wearing his most disgusted expression mask, "Which is never, if I may add"
And Sehun is out of the door.
---
Sehun groans as he feels the cold liquid burns at the back of his throat. He signals the bartender to fill his glass again.
"You know, Sehun, Zico's threat was pretty dangerous" Kyungsoo says as he eyes Sehun downing his third glass that night. The night is young, and they are on the best club the city has to offer, themed as 90s night, Sehun can feel the beat of the music on the dancefloor starts to itch his body to move, but he needs more than three glass to dance his heavy thoughts away.
"He's always like that. I've know him from elementary school. Never have been more brave than to tell lies to the principal" Sehun puts his glass down, the glass bottom clink at the meeting with the glass table. "He's pathetic, don't you think?"
Kyungsoo just sips his drink quietly, "Just be careful"
Sehun really, really wants to laugh. Because here, Do Kyungsoo is definitely doubting him. Nobody ever messes with Oh Sehun, even if they do, they are dumb enough for not seeing what Sehun probably has for them.
"YES NOW THE ONE THAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, THE DANCER, KIM KAI!" The MC's loud introduction diverts Sehun's attention from his current conversation with Kyungsoo, and he leans back at his seat to watch the dancer, Kim Kai.
The dancer goes out from the backstage with a loud cheer, the dancer dresses in all black, with the exception of the white shirt underneath his jacket. The dancer’s face is shadowed by his hat, but the effect the club has on him is one exception. The light illuminates his jaw and mouth, smirking a little with confident. The nose and the eyes are still covered though.
On top of the stage, the DJ is ready with his turntable and he puts his hand in the air, counting down 1.. 2... 3...
And the dancer moves, precisely right on with the beat. His body moves oozes nothing except confident and sexiness, once in a while his hat will slip off his head to the side because of the excessive moves, but the dancer recovers the hat quickly before it falls professionally.
Sehun only stares in awe from his seat at the bar, eyes raking on the dancer's body as he moves his joint just in time with the beat that follows.
"Ya, Jongdae-hyung" Sehun nudges the older who is standing beside him, chatting with Chanyeol. Jongdae just replies with a hum of acknowledgement.
"Who's he?" Sehun points the stage, "Never saw him before"
"Emm, don't know. Baekhyun doesn't let me know his real name. But he did say he's new, but his dance skill is as good as Yixing and Minseok. They're from the same group by the way" (The club is Baekhyun parent’s, and they gives Baekhyun full power to manage the entertainment inside the club, Baekhyun makes a great party planner, to be honest)
Sehun makes a mental note to ask Baekhyun later about this new hot and attractive dancer, but tonight he's going to just sit back and see.
A sudden loud cheer erupts from the crowd surrounding the stage, and it's because the dancer's hat falls and the onlookers can take a little look on the dancer’s face.
Sehun sits straight on his seat, he swears by his favorite Cartier LOVE bracelet, that the dancer looks like one of the Seoul High Student.
Kim Jongin.
But the thought goes as fast as the thought comes. Sehun shakes his head. There's no way the geeky, always sleeping Kim Jongin would be here, he probably smokes or races illegally across the city with his gang (just like according to those rumors). There's no way Kim Jongin would be here, all dressed in leather pants and jacket that's hugging his torso perfectly, but Sehun is kinda recognizing that jacket, though....
Sehun shakes his head once again.
Maybe it is just the alcohol talking.
He really need to go home before he faints on the street and some random crappy guy kidnap him.
Ah, his brain is definitely intoxicated.
--
The corridor is already empty, the bell rung about fifteen minutes ago. The only people in the corridor are the boys who decide skipping class is cool, and girls who can't even bother to check their schedule because they are to busy ogling who's wearing who or who's sleeping with who.
Sehun can be one of them, really. But with the results of his report card last semester.... He's not pretty sure his dad will continue supporting him financially if he keeps that up.
"Any improvement will be appreciated", Sehun's dad lectured after dinner the day the report card is given. Sehun gave up his Amex Card with two hands politely, trying not to wince when his dad snatched it away a little harsh
So, right now, Sehun is trying hard not to turn his heel to Seoul High Cafe to join the gossip trio, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jongdae, and walks to his biology class. That's a BIG improvement.
His had must be so proud. (As much as how Sehun is proud about how Zico eyes his Jimmy Choo shoes the time he bumps at him on the way)
But little encounter with Zico and nursing a cup of coffee on his hand turn out not enough to clear his raging headache from the moment he woke up that morning. He can't even have time to decide what should he wear for today and just grab everything near him.
Mr. Kim is already waiting in front of the door the moment Sehun arrives, he folds his hand in front of his sweater clad chest (Mr. Kim Jonghyun can be a one hot teacher with his body like that, but his lesson is so boring Sehun can't keep his focus). "Rough night, Mr. Oh?" he greets, Sehun only smiles back sheepishly.
"You know that if you're late three times and you'll have an E on your report card, right?" Mr. Jonghyun asks as he hands Sehun his late ticket. "Your first warning, Mr. Oh. Now go to your place and let's start today's lesson"
Sehun bows as thanks to Mr. Kim and then goes straight to his seats. He can feel pairings of eyes on him, but he's used to it. Since the first time he steps his foot on the auditorium hall when it was the junior welcoming party back then, being son of Korea's Top Businessman, everybody knows his name even when he doesn’t know anyone in the room. He already used to the curious eyes and the judgemental stares here and there.
One small mistake, those shiny lips would talk about him non-stop. But they can only talk, not that they're brave enough to confront him.
Sehun takes his seat, and then glances to his seat partner, who (surprisingly) looks more awake than the last time they met. "Morning, Jongin?" Sehun greets, trying to be friendly, they will spend the semester's biology class for six months for God's sake, so they better be friends.
"Morning" Jongin greets back. Short. And. Cold.
Okaaaaaaaaaaay, Mr. Snowmaaaaaaan.
"Seems like you two has gotten close?" Sehun jumps on his seat, and then turns to his side to find Mr. Kim standing there with stack of plastic boxes on his hands. He hands Sehun a box, and then a bag of Sehun-doesn't-know-what. Sehun mumbles a 'thanks' as Mr. Kim walks away to give the remaining boxes to the other tables. Jongin takes the bag from Sehun's hand and opens it, revealing some tools inside. Jongin sets them expertly on the table.
Wanting to be seen helpful, Sehun curiously opening the box, wondering what's inside.
Sehun freezes in his seat.
Dead Frogs.
"Ya, take out one of the dead frogs and put it on top of that surface"
"Um...this? Why not just you?" Sehun eyes the dead frogs, trembling slightly. Other than the visual, the smell is starting to get unbearable. Sehun wonders if he can act sick and goes to the infirmary instead.
Jongin rolls his eyes, "Because now I'm doing this" Jongin points at the tools he's now
preparing. Scalpel, knives, forceps, all nicely placed on the table. "Why? You're scared?"
"NO!" Sehun squeaks, a second too fast to be believable. But Jongin just shrugs.
"Then, be fast and put one here. I'm almost done" Jongin says again, still not looking at Sehun.
Sehun takes a deep breath, holds it in, and puts his hand inside the box. Slick and sticky. Oh, his dad would be so proud of him, more than this morning even. As he feels his hand grabs one of the dead frogs, he quickly gets it out.
"Okay, now let's make an incision at the belly. Can you hold the legs?" Jongin asks, his hand is already covered with handscoon and on his right hand is the scalpel. He looks like a surgeon, really. A really moody and cold-hearted one, Sehun might add.
Sehun quickly grabs his handscoon, and puts it on. Kai makes a precise incision on the middle, opening the frog's abdomen.
"Now, write it on the--"
"Why do it has to be me?!" Sehun snaps. Jongin stares at him with a blank expression.
"Because I am... In the middle of dissecting organs inside a frog’s abdomen. All bloody and frog body fluids. Do you want to change place so you can do the dissecting and I will write instead? I'm fine with that" Jongin replies, relaxed and flat.
Wow! Kim Jongin can speak more than two sentences!!
"You don't? Okay now at least help me here" Jongin continues when there's no answer from Sehun.
"Number 1, esophagus, number 2, Gaster…" Sehun sighs as he grabs the pen and start writing.
--
Sehun arrives at home a little past six that night after making sure the frog that they cut the abdomen today is buried safely on the Seoul High backyard. He really needs to take a long long bath today, because he reeks of frogs and frogs, not his usual perfume. Even Zitao was sitting a little further from him that day on the canteen during lunch. It's not like Sehun can take a bath at school.
He quickly parks his car on his house's parking lot, alongside his other family member's cars. He does an inspection as he walks to the main door, and his mother's car is not there. Meanwhile, his father's and his brother's cars are all there. But even if Sehun's father car is there, doesn't mean the latter is home.
A quick brief explanation on Sehun's family; His dad, Mr. Oh, is the CEO of a real estate company, covering almost all of the South East Asia and now his ambition is to widen it to Asia, (Sehun knows his from the Bussiness Week magazine that's on the TV table). His work is making him fly to one place to another place almost daily, meeting with clients, or even just a lunch. His mother, Mrs. Oh. The graceful, and beautiful Mrs. Oh. Sehun is always said to inherit her beauty in the form of a boy. His mother is a housewife, but what Sehun summarizes further from W Magazine is his mother is also a socialite, a very influential on Korea Socialites world. And the one whose room Sehun just passed is his brother. If people say that Sehun inherits a lot of his mother's traits, then his brother inherits a lot of his father's traits. Smart, like to read, hard working, everything that parents want their kid to be. He gets a scholarship even when he doesn't need that. While Sehun, well, Sehun is Sehun. Since young, he knows modeling gives him the feeling he doesn't get from other things. He loves being watched, he loves being praised. His parents always tells him to quit, because to his dad, it's not quite right for a man like him to become a model, to the extent of blocking all of his connections to the modeling world, but Sehun has his ways. It's not like Sehun can say no to New York Fashion Week or London Fashion Week Invitation every season.
Sehun looks around the dining hall, there's no one other than his in house chef that's usually takes care of his mom's diet and the family meal. Even if Sehun can't remember the last time they eat together as a family.
A housekeeper comes to him, bringing a glass of water. Sehun takes it and whipers thanks,
"Where's mom?"
"Madam said she will go to Busan today to attend one of jewelry store opening" the housekeeper answers.
Sehun huffs, as expected from his mom. "And dad?"
"He's on a business trip to China. Will be back on Tuesday"
"He goes overseas?! What did doctor Do said about it?!" Sehun snaps for the second time that day. His father has a coronary heart disease, and even if it's already cured, his condition is worsen these days. Doctor Do (fyi: Do Kyungsoo's father) said his father needs a lot of rest. Sehun can't believe his Dad is still being a rock head and work instead of resting.
"Doctor Do said no, but Mr. Oh still insists" the housekeeper replies hesitantly, a little afraid with Sehun's outburst a minute ago. Sehun groans, what's the use of having a doctor when his father doesn't even want to listen to them?!
Sehun slams the empty glass to the wooden dining table, his fingers curl around the glass. He really, really wants to take the first flight to China and take his father home. Sehun stomps his feet on the way to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him and throws his body on the bed, breathing raged.
Breath in, breath out, Sehun. There's no use of getting mad when you can do nothing about it.
He grabs his phone and searches for Zitao's contact. Maybe they can hang out for tonight, and maybe Kyungsoo can join too but seeing how messed up the man on lunch day that noon because of a homework he should collect next week (next week for God Sake! Kyungsoo might as well does the thesis for college graduation for now on), Sehun is pretty sure the man won't even pick up his phone.
"Ya! Where are you?" Sehun asks as soon as the line is connected.
He hears Zitao's sighs from the other line, "The Shilla, apparently."
"What are you doing? A party?!" Sehun asks excitedly, because other than at home, he can use a party to liven up his mood right now. Dancing his worry away~
Zitao sighs again, and Sehun thinks, it's unhealthy for a young man like Zitao to sigh two times in the time span less than one minutes. "I wish it is. Except dancing with classic Chinese music can be called as party in our dictionary. Dad came today and he's having this bussiness gala dinner with his Korea partner and yes, here I am, hired as a translator"
Sehun laughs out loud, because yes, after he really listens the background voice from Tao's side he can hear some Chinese conversations here and there and also the unique melody of Chinese folk song, the one he heard when he visited Zitao's hometown a few holidays back. (Zitao's father favorite, in fact)
"Hey, just see it from the bright side, okay? Just like I do with my biology partner right now. What is there to lose when after this you can bribe your father to buy Candy that necklace pendant from Tiffany&Co you've been eyeing since God knows when?" Sehun laughs again, "Nothing, really"
Now, it's Zitao turns to laugh. "I can see your point there mister. By the way, what's up? You're not calling me to laugh at me, aren't you?"
Sehun plays with the hem of his shirt, "No, I want to ask you to hang out actually. I'm bored being at home, maybe take a coffee or maybe we can race to Bukhasan" Zitao snorts.
"But, I'll let you deal with your dad's business partner, have fun, Zitao! Hope you can treat your homesick like this" Sehun cackles and then says his goodbye.
"Homesick, my ass" Zitao mutters under his breath before the line goes dead .
Sehun throws his phone on the bed, his plan to hang out with Zitao turns out to be failed, and he doesn't really have any back up plan for tonight. Sehun raises up from the bed, and decides to take a bath. Maybe hot bath can relax his mind a little bit.
On the way to the bathroom, his phone rings. It's Joonmyeon, the kind (and rich) senior he knew from Kyungsoo. Just like Kyungsoo, Joonmyeon is on the 'smart' student list, but that doesn't mean this guy can't party.
"Hello, what's up?" Sehun sing-songs through the receiver. The sound that greets him back is the laughter in the background and some jazzy tune playing.
"Hey! What's are you doing, right now?" Joonmyeon asks back.
"Nothing, I'm just going to take a bath. Why?"
"Ah, me and the others are planning to hang out today. You wanna join? I'll pick you up" Joonmyeon invites.
It doesn't take more than two seconds for Sehun to say yes.
Joonmyeon arrives about twenty minutes later. Sehun almost doesn't notice because the car coming is not what he is expecting. As he remembers, Joonmyeon drives a Mini Cooper not a Mercedes Benz. The front window rolls down, revealing Joonmyeon on the passenger seat, smiling sheepishly, and... Yifan on the driver seat. Sehun smirks as he gets in on the back.
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The wind breezes slightly, making the tree branch shakes, some leaves that start to change slightly yellow-ish fall down. The autumn is nearing, but it's not cold yet. Sehun still can wear his Acne Studios shirt collection without getting cold.
His eyes wanders around, the school is empty because it's Saturday and the only activity is for those who has extra. Sehun is the only one who sits inside the canteen today, he arrives too early and decides to lounge a bit.
Last night's scene keeps replaying in his head, how Joonmyeon talked to Yifan, how Yifan laughed to Joonmyeon's not-so-funny jokes, how cute they were when they keep denying that they are something, the way Joonmyeon's finger rest on Yifan's arm a second bit too long to be counted as friends, the way Yifan seemed to be more relaxed and happy gooey around Joonmyeon, contrary to his usual cold and intimidating demeanor.
Just in time for the fall, Sehun feels lonely.
It's been a while since he last dating someone, like, really dating someone. All he does since his last serious relationship are just hanging out, quick kiss here and there, lunch, dinner, coffee but nothing really serious. He has his friends, but the feeling is different. He longs for the feeling.
Someone taps his shoulder lightly, pulling sehun out of his daydream. "Hey" the person greets. Chanyeol.
The son of the famous architect in Korea. Known as Seoul High's happy virus, party popper, mood maker, you name it. His name is always on top of the 'people-you-should-invite-to-your-party' list. Despite his partying hobby, he's a pretty calm and simple guy at school.
"Hey, you're not with Baekhyun and Jongdae?" Ah, one thing, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jongdae are always together. It's like they're triplets. So it's an unusual sight for Sehun to see him alone.
"Ah, no. I was on my way to the tennis court actually when I saw you here. Jongdae was on the choir room, and Baekhyun is on the swimming pool. I thought you were taking the same extra as him?"
Sehun tilts his head to the side, his brain is totally slow on Saturday, slower than any other day. Then, the thought sinks in, "OH MY GOD I'M LATE" Sehun hurriedly tosses his things on his bag.
"Chanyeol! I'm going first! Thank you for reminding me! I owe you!" Sehun shouts as he runs away.
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The swimming pool door is crowded when Sehun gets there, there are a few people grouping on the outside too. Sehun doesn't remember students who pick swimming as their extra is this much, it's a little actually. That was why Sehun picks it.
"What happened?" Sehun asks to Suzy, one of the swimming pool members, who is now talking to her friend, her tone worried.
"Zico.. Inside... He's trying to kill Jongin!" Suzy stutters, clearly afraid.
"What?!"
"Just... Just come inside and you'll see" Suzy continues again, and then comes in with Sehun.
True to what Suzy said, Zico is definitely trying to kill Jongin. He has Jongin's wrists and ankles tied and then his mouth shut with black tape, and his eyes closed with cloth. And to be more terrifying, they are now standing on top of the highest jumping board. Zico and his gang, with helpless Jongin with them.
"ZICO! ARE YOU CRAZY?" Sehun knows Zico can be cruel sometimes, but not like this! He can clearly kill Jongin at this rate!
"Don't be such a hypocrite, my dear friend. It's for fun, and as far as I know you can't resist the word fun, can you?"
"Zico! You can kill him!"
"You said 'I can' but not 'I will', so it's like 50:50 chance? Why don't we try it out?" Zico smirks, as he walks closer to the end pf the springboard with Jongin still in his arms.
"Nonononono, ZICO NO!" Sehun shouts. In a few seconds, Zico throws Jongin into the swimming pool. Sehun doesn't need to wait for the splashing sound to throw his bag, and jumps into the water.
There's a moment when Jongin's body meets the surface along with the screaming from the onlookers. Jongin's body floats on top of the water, not moving.
Sehun swims and swims and swims until he finally reaches him, and then drags him to the edge of the pool. The other swimming team members are also getting into the water after seeing Sehun and help him.
"Everybody moves further! He needs space!" Sehun cuts the rope tying Jongin and pulls the black tape from his mouth. Sehun can see Zico standing on the back with worried eyes, Sehun feels his inside boiling.
One of the swimming team member does the CPR procedure to Jongin. The first time, still doesn't work.. Second time, still doesn't work...
God, please don't let him die..
After a few tries, Jongin coughs, letting the water that gets into his airway out. His breathing raged for a while but slowly evens out. Sehun lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The crowd lets out a low cheer, and then little by little leaves, still talking about today’s
"Well, I think The Lady Luck is on my side" Zico laughs as he walks closer to Sehun who is still kneeling beside Jongin. "Well, we should do anoth--"
Zico's word is cut by a punch on his face, by Sehun.
"What do you-"
"GET OUT OF HERE ZICO. I DON'T MIND PUNCHING YOU IN THE FACE AGAIN UNTIL THE LAST THING YOU SEE IS MY FACE"
Zico looks like he has something on the tip of his tongue to be said, but his two (idiots!) friends are at least smarter than him, they are dragging Zico out, away from still in rage Sehun. Sehun goes back to Jongin who is now trying to sit straight.
"Are you okay? Do you need something? Hurt somewhere?"
Jongin shakes his head faintly. He groans as he tries to stand up, Sehun offers his arms to help but Jongin swats his hand away.
"You don't have to" he says, voice cold.
"Do you need someone to take you home? I can drive you" Sehun offers again.
"No" Jongin answers, not looking at Sehun. He starts to walk to the door. Gait limping.
"To the infirmary?" Sehun runs to him.
"I SAID NO. Mind your own bussiness"
Sehun freezes at his place. "I just saved you and this is what you do?" Sehun grits between his teeth. He feels hurt. The irritated feeling adds up to his previous rage because of Zico that haven’t dissipated yet.
"I said it's none of--"
"WHAT IS IT ABOUT YOUR HOSTILITY TOWARDS ME?" Sehun bursts out suddenly, furious. Jongin looks a little taken aback because of that, he just stares at Sehun, eyes wide in surprise.
"Okay then, I'll get going first" Sehun says before Jongin can answer, grabbing his bag from the floor, and Sehun is gone.
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A/N :
- This fic is for my best friend, latesleeper!
- Crossposted from my AFF Account!
- Thank you for exowardrobe and yifanswardrobe on tumblr! My sole source of the expensive things I stated on this story and it's future chapter.
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