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"No," Kim Dokja gasps.
"Yes," Yoo Joonghyuk nods, eyes focused on the poster in front of them.
Kim Dokja continues to gape at the offending piece of paper.
"No!" He gasps again, unable to wrap his head around the contents of the article.
Yoo Joonghyuk quietly pushes his companion's chin up, closing his mouth.
But the moment his hand left, that mouth fell open once more. (Oh well, he tried.)
Suddenly, the 16 year old turns towards him, grabbing his shoulders.
Kim Dokja grins at him, eyes turning slightly upwards in joy.
"Joonghyuk-ah, waa!" He laughs, shaking said boy slightly.
"I can't believe this, you actually got accepted into the team! Does this mean you'll get big and famous? Joonghyuk-ah, you have to invite me and Han Sooyoung to your tournaments! Oh, Oh and Yoo Mia too, we'll cheer you on, Joonghyuk-ie! Ahh, can you cheer in tournaments?? Ya, no, I don't care if we can't-" He blabbers on and on, hands gripping Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulders tightly, eyes glancing at the poster every once in awhile.
Yoo Joonghyuk closes his eyes at the word vomit, trying to relax.
Yoo Joonghyuk grips Kim Dokja's wrists, a silent plea to let him go.
He does, but then immediately tackles the younger into a hug.
"Joonghyuk-ah, I'm so proud of you!" he laughs.
Yoo Joonghyuk pats the older's back awkwardly. Please let me go.
He regrets thinking that though because the moment Kim Dokja went to untangle himself from Yoo Joonghyuk, both of them get immediately assaulted by a shorter figure, munching on a lemon pop.
"The hell are you two acting so weird about?" Han Sooyoung wrinkles her nose at the two boys in front of her.
Could they at least be less obvious? God.
Kim Dokja happy gestures to Yoo Joonghyuk.
"Joonghyuk-ah got accepted into that gaming team thing!" he said happily, unsure what the exact term was but his enthusiasm helps get the message across to the glaring girl before them.
Han Sooyoung stares at Yoo Joonghyuk, prompting him to stare back more intensely, taking it as a challenge.
This went on for a couple of minutes, each one making Kim Dokja more nervous than the last.
Finally, right as he was thinking to step in before they got into another fist fight, Han Sooyoung takes the lemon pop in her mouth out and wraps it in a small plastic.
The moment said plastic disappears into her breast pocket, she grabs his shoulders and inhales.
Both Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk wince slightly; they knew what was coming.
"Holy shit!" Han Sooyoung yells.
"You absolute bastard, really? When?!" She continued, shaking him, albeit much more aggressively than Kim Dokja, making Yoo Joonghyuk's hair mess up.
(Kim Dokja was, admittedly, staring at the messy fluff, wanting to laugh but also wanting to have his neck intact.)
"Yesterday," said boy getting shaken grunts, getting dizzy from the aggressive shakes.
"And you didn't text me?!" yells the shorter girl.
Pinching Yoo Joonghyuk's cheek, she continued to spit insults in his face, to the point where Yoo Joonghyuk had to grab her wrist roughly, attempting to murder her with his glare while tightening his grip as a warning that he'll break her wrist if she doesn't let go.
The eldest sighs.
"Guys," Kim Dokja smiles, sharp, placing his hands on both of their shoulders.
"Our classmates are staring..." He hisses, smile turning dangerous, hands tightening their grip.
"Let them stare then!" said Han Sooyoung, hissing back, but letting Yoo Joonghyuk's (sore, but he isn't going to admit that even on his deathbed) cheek.
Said boy also released the witch's wrist, elegantly tucking his hands into his pant's pockets, still attempting to glare down Han Sooyoung.
She snorts.
"Goddamn! Okay, fine, you win today, you sunfish bastard, jeez, congrats??? Holy shit..." She huffs, wiping her forehead lightly while stuffing the lemon pop back into her mouth.
Hooking both arms around their necks and forcing the two boys down to her height, she declared loudly, "Okay, lunch on me, where do you wanna go, Supreme King?"
Kim Dokja claps his hands in happiness at the declaration of free food.
Yoo Joonghyuk wrinkles his nose up at the nickname but mumbles out the new PC cafe nearby that he wanted to check out.
The trio walk out of the classroom, chatting and laughing loudly, Han Sooyoung causing severe back problems to the two boys she's pulling down, Kim Dokja talking about this really interesting webnovel he found and Yoo Joonghyuk grunting in response to every sentence or question directed to him.
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"No, it's Yoo Joonghyuk's celebration and my money so pay for your own food."
"Eh? B-but-"
"Han Sooyoung."
"What? Shut your mouth, why are you complaining, you're getting free food."
"You'd pay for lunch."
"Duh?"
"Be responsible, witch."
"Eh?? Wha-?! Shit, wanna die??"
"..."
"Prepare to feel my wrath you-!"
"Guys please-"