The Unfortunate Events of Some Blonde Guy
Description
There's something about the way Junhong is even allowed to exist in this world that pisses Youngjae off.
He's young, tall, handsome, and talented; everything that Jieun wants and everything Youngjae doesn't have.
And as if the fact Youngjae's lifelong crush is in love with everything Junhong does wasn't enough to ruin Youngjae's life, he's stuck tutoring the cocky bastard after school. Of course he'd be pushed into tutoring the needy, Youngjae's smart and knows quite a lot.
What he doesn't know is that Junhong doesn't need much tutoring help at all.
Just a friend. Or maybe more.
Foreword
Author: daezon
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Humor, Romance, Schoolau
Pairings: Younglo, side Himdae
Warnings: Swearing and trying too hard to be funny haha oops
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[preview]
"You're that kid."
The addressed "kid" lets out a scoff and it kind of pisses Youngjae off how the cool and superior aura just radiates off him and slaps Youngjae in the face.
"Thanks for the obvious." The tall kid snorts, though he's clearly not a kid considering how tall he is and the high school uniform and all. He's literally looming over him, his cardigan no where in sight, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and his white polo buttoned down enough to show a wifebeater clinging to his chest. Typical cool kid. Youngjae hates him even more.
Youngjae admits he would feel kind of intimidated if it weren't for the fact that this kid's whole school success, this kid's entire future, depended on Youngjae's genius brain and charitable tutoring skills. If he really wanted to, he could make this kid beg on his knees for his help. Well okay, it might not be that drastic, and there are other willing tutors out there, but Youngjae still sticks his chin up a little higher at the thought.
"You're that geek," The tall kid retaliates after a while, but it doesn't hurt Youngjae's built up pride too much. He's heard that insult too many times already. "The one always pitifully drooling over that pretty noona's shoulder."
That one was pretty painful.
Youngjae drops his jaw and feels his face heat up and though his mouth is wide open, nothing seems to be coming out except a few embarassing sputters and angry attempts at a comeback. He doesn't know whether he's more angry that this tall kid thinks he can make judgemental accusations (although they were unfortunately correct) or that this tall kid actually called Jieun, his Jieun, a "pretty noona". Technically she wasn't his. But they've been best friends since he could remember and this cocky bastard had no right to compliment her. Now Youngjae's angry at his own childish jealousy. But Youngjae's just angry at everything these days.
"Do me a favour and tell her to quit staring?" The kid requests in a rather nonchalant voice that makes Youngjae want to introduce the heel of his uniform shoes to the bridge of this tall kid's nose. Not like he was flexible enough to reach that high, though. He feels that anger thermometer in his stomach just rocketing to the top. "It's hard to skate when such a pretty girl watches my every move. I mean I wouldn't want to mess up in front of such a fine-"
The tall kid doesn't get to finish as Youngjae suddenly kicks the chair in front of him and turns to leave.
"Hey wait! Wait, wait, wait." The kid is scrambling after him, running around the library table to grab Youngjae's wrist. "Ch-chill, I was just playing."
Youngjae shoots him a glare over his shoulder and is surprised when the tall kid seems to shrink away. Not as cool and intimidating as he looks, Youngjae notes. When the kid doesn't let go of his wrist, and when Youngjae doesn't say anything to break the tension, the younger does this thing with his big eyes that suddenly makes Youngjae feel really bad for being angry. Screw him and his adorable eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry, I really do need your help. I can't afford to fail this class." The kid lets go of his wrist when he's sure Youngjae won't suddenly storm off and he slumps his shoulders in a rather contrasting way to the intimidating image Youngjae is so used to. "I need you."
"Clearly." Youngjae scoffs, turning to face the younger once again, his angry glare only softening a little bit. After a few moments of silence, Youngjae takes his gaze off the younger and drops his bag beside the chair he just abused a minute ago. He pulls it out and sits down, crossing his arms in front of him.
The kid's eyes sparkle in relief and he scurries to take the seat opposite from his new tutor.
"I'm Junhong by the way." He introduces himself, flipping the blonde hair out of his face. He was handsome. Even his name was handsome. It pisses Youngjae off. "I totally admire your long lasting dedication to that pretty girl despite the obvious unrequited feelings and complete different levels of popularity between the two of you."
Junhong covers his mouth with his own hand before Youngjae's fist beats him to it.
"Alright Junhong, I'm just gonna lay out a few rules here for you," Youngjae hisses in attempt to stay calm, despite Junhong's complaints about "You're supposed to give me your name too! That's not how making friends works!"
"Number one, don't talk about Jieun, don't say Jieun's name, don't think about Jieun. After this second, you don't even know what a Jieun is."
Junhong thanks Youngjae for telling him the pretty noona's name and Youngjae ignores the comment, continuing through clenched teeth.
"Number two, pay attention to our tutor sessions because my isn't staying in this seat a second later than the period of time I'm paid to give you."
Junhong nods in recognition.
"And number three, we are not friends. Just a hopeless student and his gracious master."
Junhong leans back in his seat and smirks. "Sounds easy. Will do, master Youngjae."
Youngjae's about to nod his head in approval when he realizes he's never given Junhong his name before. "How did you-"
Junhong points at the pristine name tag pinned above Youngjae's heart. "Good grades, perfect uniform, and you're even wearing your name tag. I'm honoured to even be in your presence."
And Youngjae's standing up to leave once more when he realizes Junhong's doing that thing with his eyes again and he can't help but sit back down.
"Another rule. You're ing annoying. Never use those puppy eyes on me ever again."
"Works every time." Junhong sings happily under his breath, turning around to dig his textbook out of his yellow backpack.
When he turns back around, he find Youngjae's face slammed against the top of the table in obvious self defeat. Junhong smiles to himself.
"I think this is a start of a beautiful friendship."
And Youngjae would've lifted his head and made a reference to rule number three, but his glasses cracked at the impact of his face to the desk and he'd rather not degrade his image in front of Junhong any further.
This week was going just wonderfully.
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WRITING YOUNGLO BECAUSE I NEED YOUNGLO IN MY LIFE
um i guess this is a high school au and um yeah
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