I'm Leo, and I'm annoyed
Description
Leo is a 21 years old college student who studies architecture, being a quiet and not-giving-a-sh*t about anything was quite hard around the noisy persons around him. especially someone like Ken.
Foreword
"Ootttoookaajiiii??"
I glanced at my right, annoyed. What now?
"Aigoo i don't bring my paper sheet!" He exclaimed while digging into his backpack more.
I sighed, put my glasses on and get back on reading my book. Couldn't care less about the person. Not to worry though, somebody will--
"Here, Ken, i have more! Use it!"
"Nope use mine! I have especially bought it for you!"
"Yah! No! Ken should use mine!"
See? Everybody loooves him. And i don't even know why.
"Uhm!"
I heard Ken, the person who didn't bring the paper sheet earlier, fake a cough.
"Leo hyung..~"
I tensed.
Not me, not me, not me, not me--
"Can you lend me your paper sheet?"
Oh .
Even from the corner of my eyes, i can tell that he put his aegyo on.
I kept silent, and of course, everybody threw me a dagger with their eyes.
Why God, why me?!
View minutes passed.and the stab of the imaginary daggers getting deeper and deeper.
"...hyung~"
I glared at him and gave him the Paper sheet.
Go away now you.
"Aahh thankyouuu Leo hyung!!"
Yeah, that's my name. I'm only on my 2nd semester of this college and i have to deal with this 1st semester student who happened to take the same class with me, every.single.day.
...
Oh wait, not just this.
"Leeeooooooooooo my lovely brotheerrr"
I glared at the door.
Just in time huh, i thought, sarcasticly.
The person ran a little and stopped in front of my desk.
"Hey my cute baby brother" he poked my cheek, and i sent him a death glare.
I'M NOT CUTE. And i hate the POKE thingy. "Stop it N hyung" i pryed his hand. But him, being him, do what he always do these passed 21 years as my older brother, COULDN'T CARE LESS.
And so, his finger back to my cheek. POKING it over and over again.
"Look at my hair! Is this good enough? Or should i styled it another way?"
I glared at him. Still regretting why i want to be in the same university as him.
"What do you think??"
Still asking me? I'm not going to say anything about your f-hairstyle. Nope.
"Oh so you like it? Yeay!! Thanks my baby bro!"
And then he's gone.
Okay, should i juust ask once again, God?
Why me???
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I glanced at my right, annoyed. What now?
"Aigoo i don't bring my paper sheet!" He exclaimed while digging into his backpack more.
I sighed, put my glasses on and get back on reading my book. Couldn't care less about the person. Not to worry though, somebody will--
"Here, Ken, i have more! Use it!"
"Nope use mine! I have especially bought it for you!"
"Yah! No! Ken should use mine!"
See? Everybody loooves him. And i don't even know why.
"Uhm!"
I heard Ken, the person who didn't bring the paper sheet earlier, fake a cough.
"Leo hyung..~"
I tensed.
Not me, not me, not me, not me--
"Can you lend me your paper sheet?"
Oh .
Even from the corner of my eyes, i can tell that he put his aegyo on.
I kept silent, and of course, everybody threw me a dagger with their eyes.
Why God, why me?!
View minutes passed.and the stab of the imaginary daggers getting deeper and deeper.
"...hyung~"
I glared at him and gave him the Paper sheet.
Go away now you.
"Aahh thankyouuu Leo hyung!!"
Yeah, that's my name. I'm only on my 2nd semester of this college and i have to deal with this 1st semester student who happened to take the same class with me, every.single.day.
...
Oh wait, not just this.
"Leeeooooooooooo my lovely brotheerrr"
I glared at the door.
Just in time huh, i thought, sarcasticly.
The person ran a little and stopped in front of my desk.
"Hey my cute baby brother" he poked my cheek, and i sent him a death glare.
I'M NOT CUTE. And i hate the POKE thingy. "Stop it N hyung" i pryed his hand. But him, being him, do what he always do these passed 21 years as my older brother, COULDN'T CARE LESS.
And so, his finger back to my cheek. POKING it over and over again.
"Look at my hair! Is this good enough? Or should i styled it another way?"
I glared at him. Still regretting why i want to be in the same university as him.
"What do you think??"
Still asking me? I'm not going to say anything about your f-hairstyle. Nope.
"Oh so you like it? Yeay!! Thanks my baby bro!"
And then he's gone.
Okay, should i juust ask once again, God?
Why me???
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