CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Up to no good

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As Mr. Kim explained optional formulas on the chalkboard that the majority of the students will never use, Hyejung was in a daze.

Oh it wasn't one of the daydreaming-in-the-clouds kind of daze. It was one of those dubious, mischievous dazes where you're scheming a superior plan of mass destruction. 

Although Hyejung's thoughts may have not involved that much violence (well, you never know...), there was still a sly plan replaying in her mind as she gazed out the window with a light smirk.

Unfortunately, there was consequences for daydreaming during class.

"Seo Hyejung?" Mr. Kim sternly called out, pushing his spectacles up his nose.

The tomboy whipped her head to the teacher, not expecting her voice to be heard. "Huh? Wha-?"

"Please show the class the formula I just explained." Mr. Kim said with numerous snickers coming from the students. Sternly lifting his right hand up, the teacher abruptly shushed them. 

The room was silent as all eyes were curiously on the tomboy. 

Ugh. The anxious attention was aggravating. 

Hyejung stared at the teacher with her mind going blank. Whilst Sehun pursed his lips, Chanyeol hopelessly shrugged as he gazed at the tomboy over his shoulder.

Without having much of choice, Hyejung slowly stood up from her seat. Heads gradually shifted as Hyejung awkwardly paced down the aisle in her run-down converse, her dark tangled fringe covering parts of her vision.

Hyejung came to a stop in front of the chalkboard. Inward reluctance flowed through her system as she accepted the cylindrical piece of chalk from Mr. Kim into her own grasp, the white powder lightly coating the tips of her fingers. 

Stubbornly biting the inside of her cheek, Hyejung raised her arm upwards. 

Before the chalk can make contact with the board, the familiar ring of the school bell was vibrantly heard.

The once silent room turned into one full of chatter and laughter as a sea of bodies rushed out the doors, their belongings in hand.

As Mr. Kim strolled out of the classroom, Hyejung's air-filled cheeks deflated as she sighed in relief.

Chanyeol and Sehun speedily approached the tomboy, with the maknae exclaiming, "Aigoo Hyejung~ Saved by the bell!" 

"You're lucky." the towering boy scoffed. "I always end up humiliating myself in front of the class when I'm called up!" he whined.

Hyejung chortled, but then her plan popped into her mind once again. "Oh! I just remember..."

The two boys stared at Hyejung with bright eyes of interest. "Huh? Remember what, Hyejungie?" Sehun asked.

Hyejung mischievously shrugged, a deceiving grin upon her face. "I'll explain the details later. For now, I just wanted to know...do you guys have any water guns?"

~*~

It was Friday night; AKA party night at Suho's house.

Hyejung couldn't help but chuckle evilly to herself as she stood at the kitchen sink, filling her large water gun to the brim with water. 

"Are you sure you want to this Hyejung?" Suho asked, standing by Hyejung's side in uncertainty. "I don't want to get in trouble with my umma!"

Shortly after turning off the faucet, Hyejung turned her body around to face her cousin. "Ah, don't worry about it. It's just going to be a simply harmless surprise." she smiled, sounding quite convincing.

"Or is it?!" Chanyeol abruptly marched into the kitchen, holding a massive watergun that strongly resembled a machine gun. "MUAHAHAHA! Kkamjong is going DOWN!" he loudly bellowed. 

Suho gulped, cowering behind Hyejung. "See?! This is why I think this is a bad idea!"

The tomboy rolled her eyes, trudging up to Chanyeol to lower his gun's aim. "Yah! Would you be quiet?! You're going to ruin the plan!" she hissed.

Sehun scurried into the kitchen with two small but sleek water pistols in both hands. He deftly twirled them by his fingers, impressing the three viewers. 

Until they slipped out and plopped down on Chanyeol's foot. Ouch.

"Aish!!" Chanyeol jumped up and down, grasping onto his foot in pain. "Can't you be a little more careful, Sehun?!" 

Sehun couldn't help but giggle, covering his mouth with his fist. "S-Sorry, Chanyeol! Haha! My bad~"

Chanyeol harrumphed, "Don't get on my bad side, maknae. Or else you'l