To be honest, when Youngjae entered high school he already had low expectations. But he didn’t expect his life to turn into the biggest cliché.

                Yeah, so he plays the violin and spends a little too much time looking up video game theories online. Yeah, so he’s into space exploration and scores in the top ten of his class. Yeah, so he’s a bit of a nerd, but did he really have to start crushing on the bad boy of their school? Youngjae swears it’s his eyebrows, or maybe it’s how low his voice gets when he’s mad, or maybe it’s the messy way his hair always falls. Whatever it is, Youngjae finds Jung Daehyun incredibly hot, and he feels incredibly stupid for thinking so.

                “People like me belong in the trash,” Youngjae utters to himself.

                Yongguk glances back at him in bewilderment. “What?”

                “I know he’s an but for some reason I like him anyways,” Youngjae says, a hopeless sigh escaping his lips. “He doesn’t even know I exist.”

                “Who are you talking about?” Yongguk asks, confused, because he has literally never heard Youngjae mention anything like this before.

                “Jung Daehyun,” Youngjae answers simply, resting his head against the cafeteria table. “He’s got the thickest thighs I’ve ever seen.”

                Yongguk blinks. “You’re right,” he utters. “You do belong in the trash.”

                “Do you think he needs a tutor in anything?” Youngjae asks. “I’ll do it. Even if it’s in something as stupid as gym class.”

                Yongguk lets out a snort. “I doubt he needs any help in gym.”

                “You’re right.” Youngjae lets out another sigh before suddenly perking up. “Oh my god, he’s coming over here!” He holds his breath like a (as if that’s g