《✔️ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ]》[ lee suhyeok pt. 1 ]
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ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: ʟᴇᴇ ꜱᴜʜʏᴇᴏᴋ
ᴋᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ: ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ!ᴀᴜ, ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ᴀᴜ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.5ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ
Suhyeok quickly rushed down the hallways to find his class, damn what a great start of the year, late on the first day, not really the first day, only for him. He enrolled late since originally his parents wanted to transfer him in another school but later decided that it would be best to just continue studying in the same school he attended last school year. Besides, there's a lot of papers that are needed in order for him to transfer into another school.
He managed to spot his homeroom adviser enter the comfort room at the end of the hall hence he took this an opportunity and sprinted on the corridors to his classroom. The first thing he caught sight of as soon as he entered was that oh-so-familiar figure leaning on the teacher's desk. Once everyone noticed his presence, everyone turned silent and turned their attention to him. Did he entered the wrong class?
He stood there like an idiot before giving them a small bow and was about to ask if he was in the right room when he heard someone clear out their throat. He looked at the direction where the sound came from and made eye contact with the latter from earlier who was raising their eyebrows at him. Yoon Y/N, ah yes, Yoon Gwinam's younger twin sister.
, you informed him, nodding your head at the door at the back of the class before crossing your arms over your chest.
Suhyeok playfully scoffed at you before heading out and entering the classroom by the back door as the princess ordered to him. Once he re-entered the class, instead of looking up at you again, he began scanning the room for vacant seats he would be sitting.
His gaze eventually landed on a vacant seat beside the walls before he noticed a familiar face waving at him to come over with an excited expression. He did not waste any more second and went to him, sitting on the vacant seat next to one of his good friends.
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, he say sand fist bumped the boy.
Woojin grinned at him, , he immediately bombarded Suhyeok questions as the boy fixed his stuff.
, he paused and clapped his friend's back, , he continued. The two boys got a long pretty easily since their first year and maintained a strong friendship until now.
Woojin was about to reply when the teacher entered the classroom, , he mumbled to his friend and opened his textbook for this period.
Meanwhile, you proceeded back to your seat which is apparently in front of Suhyeok, , he called you which made you glare at him for a second before you faced in front.
, the teacher told the students as he brought out his whiteboard marker. The class then did as they're told until the girl in front of Suhyeok raised her hand which made him furrow his eyebrows.
", you informed Mr. Kang.
The teacher looked around before it landed on Suhyeok, , he heard him say which made his stomach drop.
This is what every student hates or is it just him? Introducing themselves in front of the class, telling their hobbies, talents, special skills and blah blah blah. He mentally groaned before standing up and headed in front of the class with his head hung low.
Suhyeok slowly looked up at Woojin who was struggling to hold in his laughter which made him look away, afraid that he might burst into laughter as well because of that idiot. , he started and slightly bowed at everyone.
, the teacher playfully asked him which earned him a nod from Suhyeok as a response. Like come on, Suhyeok been attending this school for a long time already. Everyone already knows who's who and what they do so introducing yourself is a bit unnecessary.
, Woojin asked out of nowhere which made everyone in the class cooed.
Suhyeok glared at his friend before finally turning to look at the teacher with a hopeful look, thankfully he understood the look the tall boy was giving him and nodded his head in understanding,, he says.
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He went back to his seat awkwardly with a grimace, receiving a playful punch on his shoulder from Woojin as soon as he sat down. , he whispered to him, making sure that you wouldn't hear it unless Woojin had a death wish.
, Suhyeok teased him back which made him glare at him. The two of them did not even notice that Mr. Jung already started his lectures because they were too preoccupied with the conversation regarding their soulmates. Hell, they did not even notice that their gossipy time was quite disturbing the president in front of them, who looked like they were going to explode their patience sooner or later.
When will these two idiots stop talking? You looked behind you with the deadliest glare you could muster, making them finally shut up when they noticed you scolding them with your eyes. Not only a few seconds after you turned around to face in front once again, you heard a bunch of giggles and cackles from the both of them once again.
You just shook your head and huffed in frustration, , he told the class, , he says which made me nod you head.
Everyone then proceeded to answer the activity quietly and to your surprise, the two idiots behind you were doing it quietly as well until you heard them groan a few seconds later. , you heard Woojin exclaim.
, Suhyeok replied to his friend.
You ignored the two and started answering it without any problem since you did your advanced reading last week. You were nearly done when you felt a tap on your shoulder, humming in response before they tapped you on the shoulder once again.
Turning around to look behind myou , you half whispered, half yelled at the two.
, you interrupted the taller boy, , you added and smirked at him.
Lee Suhyeok stared at you in disbelief before rolling you rolled your eyes at him, , he murmured and sighed deeply.
Clicking your tongue at them before continuing to do your work, it did took too long before you heard the two of them murmuring on one another once again. Minutes later, you saw Suhyeok standing on the other side of the room talking to Choi Namra and it seems like he was asking her for help.
You wished the could have just asked help from you rather than asking help from the vice president but then you remembered that he did ask me before, however you shooed him away. Wait, what? Why did you suddenly sounded like a jealous girlfriend, this is getting ridiculous.
, you called out.
Some students near you turned to look at you, mistaking that you were referring to them. However, the latter that you really were referring to, did not hear you or are is he just pretending to not hear you. You sighed and stood up from your seat, slamming your hands on the table resulting everyone to look at you including him.
, you called him out once again.
He furrowed his eyebrows at you, , he replied.
, you mumbled and began massaging your temples, , you requested as nice as possible.
You caught him mumble a small thank you with a smile on his face to the vice president before you watched him go back to his seat behind you. , he mumbled, leaning towards you.
, you stated which him huff in defeat.
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