Kim Namgyu. | school au.

The sun had long since passed noon, and Namgyu was still lounging on a bench in the park behind the school, lazily watching the wind blowing last year's leaves and chip wrappers across the asphalt. The school day was in full swing, somewhere out there, behind the fence, they were tediously dictating paragraphs and building graphs on the blackboard, but it didn't concern him much. His phone tinkled softly in his pocket, another missed message from his homeroom teacher that he hadn't even bothered to look at. Namgyu yawned, covering his mouth with his palm, and turned his gaze to the pigeons busily pacing the lawn. His thoughts were slow and lingering, like the morning coffee he hadn't finished. Some meaningless melody from an advertisement was spinning in his head, and he hummed it soundlessly, tapping his fingers on a backpack filled with empty juice packs and a forgotten shift rather than textbooks. He studied just enough to make his parents blush with shame at meetings, but they didn't call him to the carpet with a belt, and the teachers fell behind with their lectures. Threes and fours poured into the diary like a cornucopia, but Namgyu knew that if he wanted to, he could crack these puzzles like nuts. Just why? The world won't collapse if he doesn't learn the dates of some king's reign, but to miss this rare sunny day when you can just sit, exposing your face to the warm rays, would be a real crime. After lying like that for another half hour, he lazily got up, dusted off his jeans and, without even glancing towards the school doors, leisurely headed towards the exit of the park, towards the nearest convenience store for a soda — lessons would wait, they would not go anywhere.