Be Silent 2/?
Be silent 2
"I can't believe this!"
Last night I couldn't stay asleep. Every few hours I would wake up in horror. My dreams were so erotic and I wasn't used to that. It's normal for a guy to have perverted dreams but what made them so bad is that every single dream had Onew in it! Why did he have to be so attractive?! Why can't he just be another pretty girl? Girl's never made me feel this way so it wouldn't bother me at all if he had big breasts and wore low cut shirts. It would disgust me so why can't he just be a hot chick?!
Taemin leaned on my desk and touched my arm in concern. My eyes flashed to his hand and memories of yesterday popped up. Onew had touched me like that but there was something different about it. I just. . . I don't know what.
"What's the matter, hyung?"
Taemin's eyes were wide with worry and it was cute. Of course Taemin's cute, it would be crazy not to think so. But then why is it that. . . Taemin and Onew are different types of 'cute'. I must be going insane to believe I have some kind of attraction to Onew. It's not the fact that he's a guy that bothers me but. . .
"Nothing- I mean, well. . . You know, just classes and stuff."
Taemin covered his mouth in shock. "You're worried about school?! That never happens!"
"Sssshhhh!"
The class stopped talking and looked at me. If there's one thing I hate, it's attention.
"Ssshhh- Sh- Shit this water is good! Ahahahaha!" I laughed awkwardly and everyone started talking again. Okay. . ? Some how that worked.
Taemin rolled his eyes and then something hit him. I really didn't like the look Taemin was giving me. He squinted at me, tucking a hand under his chin and pursed his lips.
"Hyung," he said and leaned forward. A small smirk started to form on his pretty lips and I glared.
"Are you in love with someone?"
My mouth dropped and beads of sweat started to form on my forehead. Was Taemin on drugs or something today?! I stood up and slammed my fist on my textbook.
"Excuse me?! You think I'm as stupid as these kids?!" I shouted, pointing at my classmates. Taemin looked horrified. "I'm not dumb enough to go out with someone just for social status! If you have a girlfriend or boyfriend at this age then you're either desperate or easy. I can't stand seeing two people sucking each others faces off in the hallway! Uck, get a room will you?! Nobody in this room is in love and I dare you guys to say you are!"
I started to pant from shouting so much. Oh. . . Shit.
Taemin's mouth was a thin line and his face looked like somebody had just punched him. Was I that loud?
"Did I just. . . cause a scene?" I whispered. He nodded slowly. My teacher tapped his glasses with a glower and jotted something down on his clipboard. This guy already hates me for showing him up in class before, I guess I just fueled the fire.
"Kibum, to the office."
That's just wonderful. I shuffled pass my peers in embarrassment. I basically just ridiculed every person in the room. How could I look up at their pissed off expressions? Once I got to the front, he pressed the pass in to my palm so sternly that I thought my hand was going to break. I closed the classroom door softly behind me.
:::
Detention.
If my dad found out that I had detention, he wouldn't pay for my medical classes. The room was as dull as it could be with no spot of color minus the light brown desks. You would think falling asleep would be easy since it was forbidden to talk in detention but that's not the case. The temperature's below freezing, there's a loud humming coming from the back of the class, and I swear I'm the only one who doesn't look psycho. Well. . . Not the only one.
"Can I borrow a pencil?"
As soon as the guy in charge of detention told me to sit behind Kim Jonghyun I felt like burning a hold in my skull. Out of 50 or so desks, it just had to be the one I prayed not to get. I sure have an awesome life.
"Umm sure," I said in surprise. It astonished me that he even considered talking to me. I mean, there were other people around him but he chose to turn around and ask me instead of the girl next to him. Well, she didn't look very friendly. I gave him the only pencil I had, trying my best not to touch his hand. He looked annoyed.
He reached over and brushed against my hand making me jerk my arm back. Did he just touch my hand on purpose?! Could he sense what I was doing? Jonghyun stared at me for a few moments before taking the pencil and turning back around. Was he angry at me? I buried my head on my desk with a grumble. I can't do anything right with this guy, can I? How can I keep my cool when my parents scream at me but everything falls apart when it involves Jonghyun. Damn.
"Thanks, Key," he said softly.
. . . Eh?
I lifted my eyes to the back of Jonghyun's head. His soft brown hair seemed so close, like I could feel it against my finger tips. Why was he acting nice? Does he feel bad for what he did? No. . . If that was the case then he would have apologized a long time ago.
I closed my eyes again but to no avail. It seemed like I was only tired during tests which sucked because when the bell would ring, I was wide awake. When detention was over, Jonghyun stopped me at the door. He was so beautiful that my heart stopped.
"Here, Kibum."
I took the pencil dumbly. When Jonghyun stares at you it makes you feel so. .. Ugly. So weak and inferior because he's the opposite. I shrugged and stuffed it in to my bag. When I brushed pass him, I didn't have the courage to look back but for some reason I wanted him to watch me leave. Something hit me on the way home.
Jonghyun had called me Key. . . At least I think he did. Maybe I imagined it. I chose not to tell Taemin about what happened when he called me later. He would be all in my koolaid at school tomorrow though. The gossip queen.
"How was detention, hyung?"
"It was a waste of time."
"Did you read or draw or. . ?"
"Nothing really," I yawned and rolled on to my side.
"You have medical class this Thursday right? I can walk you there since I'm going with my sister to the salon down the street!"
"Sure, that would be cool."
My new bed sheets were calling to me so I said bye to Taemin and snuggled under the covers. Before I fell asleep, Onew's bright smile flashed in to my mind.
I couldn't wait until Thursday.