080. Homework – Junhyung/Yoseob

Rating: PG-13 (mild swearing)

Person: Third

Word Count: 429

Junhyung slammed his pencil down after working on the same math problem for ten minutes. No matter what he did, his answers were wrong. He looked over at his friend Yoseob for help but he was busy napping away on his textbook, his face pressed up against the paper on which he did his work. Junhyung poked the latter with the eraser of his pencil, attempting to wake him up.

Yoseob stirred slightly, swiping away the pencil in his sleep. Junhyung waved his hand over the younger boy’s face, blowing his hair slightly as he did so. Still he didn’t wake up. Junhyung rubbed his face, stressed out. There was nobody in the library that could help him, aside from the old woman at the front desk that scared him to no end.

“Holy ,” Junhyung grumbled as he attempted the same question again only to get it wrong.

How did he know it was wrong? He did as the teacher instructed. He went back and plugged the numbers into the equation but algebra and the wannabe rapper were at an impasse. Junhyung attempted a different problem, following exactly what his book told him to do step by step.

“I hate math, I hate math,” the older one mumbled underneath his breath like a mantra.

He didn’t understand why he needed the subject. He wanted to be a rapper. Rappers don’t need to know how to add, subtract, divide, multiply, and everything else that came with it. He needed to know how to write and last time he checked he had an A in any class that required him to write. For some reason him and math just didn’t add up—no pun intended.

Frustrated, he walked away from the small table in the vacant library and walked around to clear his mind. His math teacher was used to him not being able to turn in his work from time to time. When he did one time the teacher actually had the audacity to ask if Junhyung had copied off of someone else in the class.

Twenty minutes passed on the clock and Junhyung didn’t return to the table where he left his snoozing friend. His phone buzzed quietly in his pocket, vibrating slightly. Junhyung stopped walking through the narrow aisles and fished the device out to check the message.

To: Joker

From: Seobster

Message: where r u?

To: Seobster

From: Joker

Message: took a walk round

To: Joker

From: Seobster

Message: left library early btw, my math is on the table so you can copy it like usual