kkjng:
chin resting on his hands as he leaned over kyu’s desk, mirroring the other boy. narrowing his eyes playfully, he scanned the room of students before them, studying them; he was always somewhat of a nosy person, so the times he got to sit here people watching with kyu were some of his favourites. well, some of his favourites, anyway.
“do you see a lot of meltdowns? breakups? have you caught any of them fucking? you’ve got like, the most interesting boring job.” remaining quiet was generally hard for kijung, but he figured he was safe from kyu’s shit list most of the time.
dark eyes snuck a glance at kijung, doing his best to feign nonchalance. he unlaced his hands and moved one to cover his mouth instead.
“boring is safe.” kyu lazily leaned over to bump the other with his shoulder. he tried to hold back an involuntary smile. “more meltdowns than i could count, it’s a lot of excuses. ‘oh, sorry, my allergies are killing me.’ don’t think i’ve seen any breakups, but between all the tears i don’t know if i’d be able to tell.”












