[CONTENTID1] Mel [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] "Demons."
An angsty ChanSoo One-shot.
PG13: Vulgarities.[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3] Chanyeol's PoV

 "If you get a tattoo, you can't get a job in the future."
"You can't smoke, neither can you hang out with smokers. Smokers are bad influences."
"You're still a minor. You can't drink."
"You can't get a piercing. You'll fail in life."

"You can't this."
"You can't that." 

At some point in my life, I got sick of people telling me what to do and what not to do. Perhaps reverse psychology would work best on people like me but no one has actually tried it yet - or at least I have yet to notice it. I got my first tattoo in middle school and I have yet to stop. One would think that I would in life, that I would be a failure in studies and whatnots. That miiiiight be true - if you would go back to my middle school days. Back then, getting tattoos and rebelling was all I lived for but now, I'm in a decent school and, if I might say, doing well. Because one fateful day in my second year of middle school, someone told me that I was going to fail in life and that I was the "dumbest motherer" he has ever met. 

Well, would you look at that, Mr Bottom-20-of-the-cohort! I guess I was the dumbest motherer he has ever met because I don't think one can ever meet themselves. But it was all thanks to his insult that I got fired up and I starting studying like how all good children are supposed to. Ever since I started high school, I always came in second in the entire cohort. Why not first, you ask? Well, because Do Kyungsoo.

That motherer was the smartest person I have ever met. Smart, hardworking, handsome and well liked amongst his peers. He was too perfect in every way and that made it very difficult for me to do better than him. But to take him down, I will - even if I have to resort to underhanded methods. For far too long I have been compared to him by others. It pissed me off and it still does.

He was the perfect role model, I was the delinquent.

He was quiet, I was noisy.

He follows the rules, I walk a thin line. 

He knots his school tie well, I do not wear my tie.

He exhales in exhaustion after studying, I puff out plumes of grey smoke.

He smiles, I frown.

And I swear to god, I will bring out the demon in him. Because, Do Kyungsoo, you're in MY number 1 spot.

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"Hi, Kyungsoo," I greeted as I slid into the chair in front of him and turned to face him. Seeing that his face has yet to register anything since I sat down, I asked, "You are Kyungsoo, right?"
After awhile, his eyes focused and he seemed shock to see me there, "uh, y-yeah. Hi."
"Cool. I have a physics question and even the teachers can't solve it. They said that perhaps I could try asking you." I leaned in and spoke above the noise of the classroom.
He took the paper I handed him and without a pause, started scribbling in pencil before saying, "Here. Next time, at leas