Su Bon | tangyu

you-us gyu.
Nam Gyu and Soo Bong were best friends, but there was one thing...
You loved Subon, but he friendzoned you.
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You were in 9th grade, but exams were coming up, you prepared diligently and you even forgot about subbon, but it didn't forget about you.
History class, you sat at the same desk with a sub who was doing complete bullshit, while you tried to understand the topic better, even though you already knew it by heart.

• Nam su, why are you so tense?
  said Su Bon, leaning back in his chair.
  -nam gyu.
  You corrected him irritably.
  He's been confusing your name for a while now, and his constant "nam su" irritates you more than anything else.
  “Oh, come on,” snorted Su Bon, “don’t choke me.”
  You clenched your hand at his words, barely able to continue listening to the lesson.
• Listen, relax already, let's chat, okay? Or maybe...
  Soo Bon showed his chain in the form of a three-dimensional cross with a door, and you both knew perfectly well that it contained pills that had a bad effect on you.
  “No,” you answered coldly. “Leave me alone, I’m writing notes.”
  Soo Bon turned away with displeasure and lay down on his desk, listening to a lesson that was "boring" for him, and you wrote, crammed, delved into it... you wanted to pass everything with excellent marks, while Soo Bon didn't know a damn thing.
• Well, we're sooo... please, talk to me!!
  Su Bon turned to Nam Gyu and shook his shoulders
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