Request: HELLO I LOVE YOUR SCENARIOS AND YOU * ^ * may i request a random scenario in which baekhyun and you are high school classmates? thanks < 3

(A/N: First order of business, THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU ARE TOO KIND. AHHH <3. Second order of business, ..well there isn’t one. I hope you enjoy~)

Snap.

You internally groaned at the sound, a ‘are you kidding me?’ running through your mind.

You had only just sharpened your pencil a matter of minutes ago and it had already snapped. Before that you had sharpened it twice already this morning. You were sure that was a sign you had been working too much and you needed a break. Preferably a long one, like permanently.

You were positive your teacher wouldn’t agree.

You looked over to your tablemate, Baekhyun, who’s hand furiously moved across his page. His handwriting was too neat for a boys, you thought anyway, being way neater than your own. You had always been jealous of him for that. 

A strange thing to be jealous over; a boys handwriting, but still, you were. You couldn’t help it.

“Yah, psst. Bacon” you whispered through your teeth, hoping not to disturb your teacher who was currently delivering your class.

History.

You groaned internally a second time.

It wasn’t that you hated History, you didn’t like it, but you didn’t hate it. It was just so … boring.

You couldn’t help falling asleep in class, you really couldn’t. You had told your teacher that countless times, yet somehow she never did believe you. 

You knew already she was gunning for any reason to give you a detention, having been a regular at the detention hall. Mostly being sent by her.

You might as well count it as an after school club you were there so often. 

Being caught talking was a prime excuse for her to give you a detention, so you tried to keep your voice as low as possible. It didn’t help your tablemate, Baekhyun, was currently ignoring you.

“Bacon, loan me a pencil” you whined, poking him with your currently broken one. He didn’t even look up at you as you continued to bother him.

How rude.

“Why don’t you have your own?” he finally whisper-hissed, ignoring your poking and continuing to focus on his work. You were glad your tablemate was such a speedy writer, often borrowing his notes for about every class you shared. Neat hand writing and a speed writer? This guy should be illegal. “And I told you not to call me that” he added. 

You had to stifle a laugh. You knew how much he hated the nickname. That was precisely why you used it.  

“I do. I did. It broke. Look” you said, ceasing from poking him to wave it infront of his face repeatedly.  He looked up for a split second, as if to examine the evidence, before focusing back on his work. 

“Take one from my bag then please stop bothering me” he whispered back, pushing his bag across the floor with his foot in your direction. 

You basked in victory in your mind, leaning down to pick his bag. 

The wrong way up. 

The entire contents of his bag spilled out over the floor under your desk. Pencils rolled, books flew, even his water bottle travelled half way across the classroom. You cursed at yourself inwardly, hoping that somehow the rest of your class — especially your teacher — hadn’t heard. 

You heard your teacher call your name, then Baekhyun’s, followed by the word “DETENTION”.

She had. 

Ahh detention. How you had missed this place. 

Not. 

It was your first this week, already being Wednesday, being a record for you. Especially considering you had History class already twice this week.

You deserved an award. In your opinion anyway.

You currently stood in the schools gym hall, waiting for the teacher to come and collect you and Baekhyun. Since History class he hadn’t spoken a word to you, despite your efforts to force him too. 

You had called him Bacon, Baeky, Baekyhunnie. All of the nicknames you knew he hated. 

Nothing worked. 

“Cmon, I said I was sorry” you said, using your foot to prod his. He didn’t respond. You really must have made him mad this time. You couldn’t help but feel bad. 

The teacher coordinating detention came to collect the pair of you, rolling his eyes when he saw you waiting. He was one of the regular teachers that coordinated detention, being one of the not so bad ones when it came to dealing out punishment. Some teachers made you run laps around the field or clean the school bathrooms. You absolutely hated both.

It was safe to say he wasn’t suprised to see you. 

Baekhyun however, he had been. 

Was this his first detention?

You hoped not. You had been the cause of it after all.

Well, your pencil had been. If it hadn’t broken then you wouldn’t be in this position. Neither would Baekhyun.

No wonder he was mad. 

Mopping floors. 

It wasn’t on top of your list of ways to serve to detention, but it wasn’t the worst. 

You much preferred it than cleaning bathrooms and running laps, that was. 

The teacher had left you with an array of cleaning equipment and told you and Baekhyun to get started on the school assembly hall. He would come and collect you both at 6, then you could go home. 

It sounded easy, right? Just one big hall to mop between the two of you. 

Nuh uh.

The hall was huge. Filled with rows and rows of seats they never bothered to put away. You had to stack up the seats, wash the floor and then reset the seats in even rows. 

You would be lucky if you got half of it done by the time detention ended. If not you would have to stay until you did. You knew that much from being a regular in detention. 

You let out a lengthy sigh and peeled off your sweatshirt, leaving it on one of the seats in the front row. 

Before you knew it, you caught Baekhyun out of the corner of your eye, stacking up chairs on the opposite side of the room. 

“Woah, woah, woah. What are you doing?” you quickly shouted across the room. He didn’t stop. “If you do that then you’ll never be finished in time, just clean around the edges” you added. 

Sure, you were a regular in detention, but it didn’t mean you did it properly. You had learned a number of shortcuts and ways to save energy and time. Like cleaning around chair legs instead of stacking them.

See, you could practically count this as an after school class. 

Baekhyun continued to stack chairs, ignoring your advice. You let out a sigh, grumbling a “fine” under your breathe. 

The clocked ticked away. It was 5:30 already. 

You were pretty much finished with your half of the assembly hall, Baekhyun on the other hand wasn’t even half way done. 

You mumbled a mental ‘I told you so’, before remembering he was in detention in the first place because of you. Your stupid pencil anyway. 

During detention you had tried countless attempts to try to talk to him. 

Nicknames didn’t work, nor did compliments. You were tempted to try insults next, but you were sure he was pissed off enough at you already, so you didn’t 

You could only think of one thing next.

“You know, I have this friend..” you started to speak out into the air to yourself, “he’s really smart and has nice handwriting. He writes super fast and lets me borrow his notes sometimes” you continued as you weaved your way through the chairs with your mop. “He’s kinda good looking too, he has shiny dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I like Bacon” you finished. 

“What did you say?” you heard a voice across the room speak suddenly. The voice belonging to the one and only Baekhyun.

That caught his attention. You couldn’t help but grin. 

“I said, ‘I like Bacon’. You know, the food?” you replied, trying to hide your smirk. His eyes almost burned holes in you from across the room, obviously finding your fake confession not funny in the slightest. 

At least it got him to speak to you, though. For a second anyway. 

He immediately went back to ignoring you. 

“Please stop ignoring me, I said I was sorry!” you paused from mopping, sitting down on one of the chairs letting out a breathe. You were tired from all the mopping as well as from Baekhyun pretending you didn’t exist. It was physically and mentally exhausting.

All you wanted to do was kiss and make up. Well, without the kiss part. That would just be weird.

“I like the other Bacon too, you know, you. I wasn’t lying. You are super smart and have nice handwriting. You do write super fast and let me borrow your notes. I mean, you’re kinda good looking too I guess.. just please. Just ignoring me!” the last part was a plead. You hoped it worked. 

Silence filled the air. Not a peep from Baekhyun. You let out a sigh and went back to mopping. 

“Just so you know, you’re not borrowing my notes anymore” finally a voice spoke. You looked up, seeing Baekhyun with something that resembled a smile on his face. A weak smile at that, but still, a smile. You couldn’t help but let a smile fill your lips at the sight of it.

“Yah, what do you mean. I’ll fail without them! Bacon~~~!” you playfully whined.