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[ @provlematic dawon x hyunseon
âthe weather is so nice today.â
the utterance wasnât meant for any singular person in particular, solely for herself and the warm temperature pressing its weight against her face. there was the faint sound of her classmates yelling five stories below her, and if dawon leaned over the ledge of the roof, sheâd be able to watch them run around the school yard. but she was content with where she was: back pressed up against the exterior wall of the rooftop stairwell, strawberry milk in hand, and cream bun sat beside her outstretched legs, waiting for her to inevitably rip it from its plastic packaging.
she had every intention of heading back to class once lunch was over, but the weather was just too good to waste, so when the sound of her classmates slowly dissipated into muted traffic she stayed still. this day wasnât meant to be wasted on math. and at this point into her high school career, she knew that her homeroom teacher wouldnât waste another breath if she skipped out the lesson for the third time that week.
dawon didnât move when she heard the shuffling of footsteps approach her spot on the rooftop, though the arrival of company raised her annoyance more than what would be rational. but when her guest made their way directly in front of her, in turn blocking the sunlight that she had gotten so well acquainted with, her eyes opened to form crescents of irritation.
âwhat do you want, hyunseon?â
lifeâs a breeze when your family status has got your bratty back. you know, kick down some kids and let âem tumble, make them your bread delivery boys (weâre talking about literal bread here, hyunseon has enough of that bread,) smack upside their helpless heads to remind them that theyâre pathetic. pathetically powerless. all of this roots from boredom, the kind of boredom you feel when everythingâs handed to you from a to z since birth. the boyâs just itching to feel some sort of discomposure in his life. funny how when everything is prim and perfect, still as a pondâyou feel the urge to disrupt it. some way, some how.
âi want to be the only one up on this rooftop, thatâs what i want.â
and when heâs gotten sick of these yes-boys nodding their heads to his every order, he feels even duller than ever. not at all rebellious, not at all snappy, and no longer fun. he itches for some sort of other diversion this afternoon. he eyes dawon whoâs, again, beaten him in grabbing the rooftop spot. yeji? sora? he reels his memories for a second before snapping his fingers. right. sooah. sooahâs friend. when heâs managed to file through his long list of exes, he slaps on a smile before reaching out for the uneaten cream bun.
âyou eating this?â hyunseon gives her exactly 2 seconds before ripping open the plastic wrap, taking a big bite out of that bread (even though he just got the same one delivered to him last period,) just to give her that big, trademark smile of a bully. her face scrunches were entertaining and quick in her response to things. at the end, whateverâs fun is fun, and whatever that can give him a quick fix of frenzy was good. yoon dawon is no exception.
and oh, as if sheâs any different.
















