

AHN SU-HO | WHC1
BARELY EVEN THIRTY MINUTES INTO CLASS AT BYUKSAN, A FIGHT BREAKS OUT. SHOCKING.She laid her head down on her desk, half asleep and half awake, still clearly trying to get adjusted to the day. She moaned softly as she slept, her eyes closing and opening quite often.
Right when she was about to fall asleep, a group of boys dressed in their baseball uniforms all rushed into the classroom. Of course, she looked up, peeking over her arms while her brows furrowed with concern. She pursed her lips, watching the captain of the team walk across the aisle of desks towards Su-ho. Shit, he seems pissed, she thought to herself, laughing silently. She sat up, stretching her arms and turning her head over her shoulder to watch the scene. She saw the boy walking over to another boy, who seemed to be asleep. She, who was still tired and was adjusting to the bright light in the class, stared at the boy who had both of his hands in a pink rabbit hand-warmer of some sort. When he looked up, she saw who it was— Ahn Su-ho. She laughed to herself— not because there was gonna be a 'fight' but because it was so early in the morning.
“My sister, dumbass!” The boy in the baseball uniform shouted at Su-ho, who just stared at him with a raised eyebrow. He leaned back in his seat, yawning softly before speaking. “Oh, shit,” he laughed softly, his hands behind his head. “I ate her out once, but I wasn’t into her. She wasn’t my type.” Su-ho stared into the baseball boy’s eyes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. “Why?”
The boy didn’t say anything; instead, he raised his baseball bat high up in the air and swung it at Su-ho, who immediately shot up out of his chair and walked backwards, rolling his eyes. “Fuck, it’s too early for this,” she heard him mutter under his breath before grinning.



