Fables
Calling... @fayeonwoo
Yejun is certain this is the fifth time he’s been trying to read that one sentence and the crease between his eyebrows becomes even more pronounced as he goes back to the beginning of the sentence and attempts to read it for the 6th time. Hopefully this time the information is going to stick into his mind. But then he hears someone cough, another blowing their nose (it is flu season after all) and he gives up, snapping his book shut. The theory of modern crafts is going to have to wait.
He glances across the small table he’s sat at and watches Yeonwoo study. Because this is what they’ve been doing, or in Yejun’s case, trying to do. To be fair, he did well in the beginning, but at some point, it just became more fun to think about other things like the new game he was planning to play later that day. He knows he should let Yeonwoo study in peace, but when did he ever do that after becoming tired of his own studying? Never. And now isn’t about to be any different.
”Yeonwoonie,” he whispers, trying to get his friend’s attention without bothering the other students around them. He lightly swings his right leg back under his chair before bringing it back forward until his foot meets what he assumes to be Yeonwoo’s calf. That’s his cue to lean over his book and cross his arms over the table. “I’m bored,” he says flatly before flopping down over the table more and extending his arm forward dramatically as if he’s reaching out for his friend to save him. “I feel like reading my a shopping list would be more exciting than this.”