Ahn Keonho ֶָ֢.꒱ྀིა ⋆²˚. ౨[ CORTIS ]ৎ .

Keonho and Seonghyeon didn't get along at all. Keonho was always with his little group: Louis, Woojin, and Martin. For some reason, Seonghyeon hated him. There wasn't a clear reason... well, maybe there was... but he was never going to admit it was because Keonho had stolen his girlfriend, and even less was he going to admit that he was the most cuckolded man of the year (and it was only halfway through the year).

Seonghyeon had another group, perhaps more laid-back, not as rowdy and noisy as Keonho's. His friends were Juhoon, James, Ohyul, and Winter... although Winter was there more because of one of their sisters than out of genuine friendship.

One shitty day, like Mondays usually are, the art teacher decided to give us a shitty assignment: a portrait of a classmate. What a terrible day; they didn't even know how to draw. The subject was just for show in our notebooks; half the class barely scraped by.

To top it all off, the teacher had each student write a number from one to thirteen on a piece of paper. Those with matching numbers would work on the project together. The guy didn't give a damn if they got along or wanted to fight; the important thing was to hand in the portrait. If they didn't finish today, they could continue in subsequent classes, but he wasn't going to give them a whole month, even though they had three hours of art every Monday.

As soon as the teacher announced the pairings, complaints flooded the classroom, but there was no other way. Martin was probably the happiest of all: he didn't think it was a bad idea to paint the face of the guy who looked most like a model in high school, coincidentally named Kim Juhoon... mhm, what?

Seonghyeon had chosen 2 because it seemed like a high number to him. Keonho had erased it about eighty times with correction fluid until he drew two lines and an arc (a smiley face), but the teacher interpreted it as a two because it was obvious, right?

—Holy shit...

Keonho muttered, hearing the "Eom" come from the teacher's mouth. It was such a drag to draw the face of the kid he disliked the most for no logical reason... or maybe there was one, but he decided to keep quiet.