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The ticking of the clock only drove them insane. The last few minutes of the school year were all held within time. And in the school held five students minding their business and waiting for the last bell.
Changhyun stared at the clock waiting for time to go faster, he desperately longed for the sweet release of death. The overarching feeling of something going wrong that ringed throughout his body, sending small shivers down his spine. The quietness of the classroom was almost too surreal to exist in reality. No, in fact the only sounds he heard were the voices in his head telling him that everything would be okay.
Chanhee on the other hand sat in the stalls of the schools restrooms, his feet rested onto the toilet seat, his palms covering his ears as he only hoped they didn’t hear him. They heard him run down the hall. He prayed to himself that they didn’t see where he went. He waited and waited for that bastard bell to ring. It felt like an eternity.
Minsu clapped his hands as the end credit scenes of the movie he’d been watching with his class rolled. The other students immediately bursting out into conversation with each other. But Minsu sat there by himself. Smiling like everything was okay. He tried his best to talk to the others but no one budged, no one wanted him in.
Jonghyun’s feet ran down the hall, holding tightly onto his bag that contained the small bottle of fluid he had plan to spill on that loser Chanhee. Through his efforts he couldn’t find him no matter where he checked. He could’ve sworn he heard his steps, but as he approached the bathroom he could hear the small breaths of the other.
Daniel clicked the tip of his pen as he watched the smallest hand of the clock tick past the black numbers. He could barely focus on the chatter of his classmates and the booming voice of his teacher at the same time. Rushing through his head were the ideas he had to do during the summer even if he had no one to do it with. The small shove from the classmate behind him caused him to drop the pen right onto the ground. ‘Little fishie’ the other classmates teased him as he grabbed the pen off the ground. He didn’t care.
And finally as the bell rang the students rushed out. Each of them grabbing onto their friends, the words of teachers and advisors getting flushed out by the noises the pupils made. Each of the boys went their own ways. Changhyun shaky, tightly holding onto the sides of his bag, Chanhee covered in a liquid he did not know, Minsu alone, Jonghyun successful, and Daniel with his pen tightly held into his palm.
Little did they know during the span of their summer they’d become the closest in the entire school.
Even with a few problems.