"Morning, Soo" 

There the so-called devil leaning agaisnt the lamp post coolly, mischevious smile plastered on his sunkissed face. His backpack hang loosely on his left shoulder, the first and second button of his gray long-sleeve polo are wide open, leaving the firm chest obscenely open for public to see. Oh, Kyungsoo knows very well to oggle to those muscular chest, beside he badly wanted to stab those with thousand of kitchen knives - oh well he has those so no problem.

Rolling his eyes in pure annoyance because for heaven sakes it's earlier for that bastard to annoy him (which obviously is not, he thinks), gripping the strap of his backpack, he walks attentively to him and grits his teeth, "What the hell do you want, Kkamjong"

"I slept well. Thanks for asking, Soo" Scoffing, he takes a bit of his glazed donought (which Kyungsoo hasn't noticed he has) and struts to him while handing him a brown plastic bag (those ones are for when you buy food at 7Eleven) which contains a glazed donought also. He elbows the shorter male to take it, "Glazed donought for breakfast from one and only, Kim Jongin"

Kyungsoo, being the only victim of his pranks, suspiciously eyes the yummy-looking glazed donought, and soon averts his eyes everywhere but the donought (because its so delicious and he can smell its heavenly smell of fresh-baked glazed.). Darn it, it's his one of favourite donoughts ever. Surely, Jongin knows how many ways to kill a bird!

"C'mon stop throwing daggers at it, Soo. I didn't poison it besides if I ever did, wouldn't you have already heared of ambulance sirens coming to us, wouldn't you?" 

Smart bastard, he thought. True. All what he said is painfully true: He is eating it too, and if he ever put something on it most likely poison, bubbles would have already coming out of his plump lips (that would have been a good sight to see). Biting his lower lip, he stares at Jongin hoping to see any bombs that are hiding behind those -is that- a kind smile on his face. Unfortunately, he can't see any of those. Sighing in relief (or more like nervousness), shakily he takes it from Jongin's stretched arms, still eyeing it suspiciously, opens the brown plastic bag and taking out it away.

Walking side by side, Kyungsoo then curiously flips it upside down to see any remant of clue if this kkamjong, who is walking quietly beside him, did something funny. Darn, it smells indeed delicious! It's still hot -it must be newly baked. Seeing Jongin peripherally, hands stuck on his pocket and eyes directly set at where they are heading to. Hesistantly taking a small bite out off it.

Chewing it slowly, there is something inside the donought that is not usually labelled as main ingredients. Soon realizing what it is, his eyes widen in horror, while on the other side of his, he can hear kkamjong's stiffled laughs. Suddenly he halts walking, and bravely faces that spawn of the devil bastard. 

"KKAMJONG!!!!!"

He yells out of anger. How dare he stuffed a mayonnaise inside the glazed donought. 

Soon, he hears a roar of laughter coming out of him. Running as fast as what his short legs can, he chases him down with a string of curses coming out off his naturally red, plump lips.

And, that is what Do Kyungsoo's life is like!

Revised description. Because I have written a plot outline for this (hopefully I'll go with it) and yeah.

*shrinks*