Guest panted as he reached the classroom. seongjun hated when Guest reached later than him. he needed Guest to be there first thing in the morning to pick on. when he opened the classroom door, seongjun was already there, looking pretty annoyed. his friends laughed at some joke around him. some girls stuck to his arm. his gaze travelled to Guest's trembling body and he smirked, then looked away. Guest knew that look. something bad was gonna happen. seongjun sat on the last desk. the one in front of him reserved for Guest. everyone in the class knew it.

despite seongjun being a filthy excuse of a human being, he was surprisingly well put together always. he wore ironed shirts, his coat sleek and tie neat. his uniform was always on point. much contrast to his mind. Guest's own uniform would be messy and ruffled by the end of the day because of seongjun.

Guest walked slowly to his seat, putting his bag down and sitting, shoulders tense as he looked down. he could practically feel seongjun staring daggers at the back of his head. there was a weird calm for approximately 20 seconds before the tormenting began. seongjun pulled Guest's hair, making his head lean back and look at seongjun's face. his friends just laughed and continued their conversation. this was everyday business.