The note stated:
"...I warned you to stop going to the fifth floor, didn't I?"
What the actual fuck?!???
Oh hell no. Yejun was not dealing with this cursed shit at 1AM. Without thinking, he stormed out of his room and straight to Doyun's door, still in his stupid pink pajamas. Halfway there, he realized—oh god—he was literally wearing cartoon pajama pants. Too late now. He was already banging on Doyun's door like a maniac.After a few seconds, the door swung open. Doyun stood there with silk eye patches on and messy hair, looking way too calm for someone who just got woken up in the middle of the night. Yejun blinked. Well, guess he couldn't make fun of his PJs now. But Doyun smirked immediately.
"Yo, what the fuck are you wearing? Pink? Really?" Yejun groaned. "You can't talk. I still remember that suitcase, you know?" Doyun immediately shut up and cleared his throat. "Okay, whatever. Why are you banging on my door like a lunatic? Didn't we just see each other like ten minutes ago?" Yejun ignored the second part. "Listen… I've been getting weird-ass notes under my door. Was it you?"
Doyun's face went blank. He tried to laugh, but it was painfully forced.
"Haha… you mean that note I slid under your door last week? Right?!"
Nope. That wasn't convincing at all.
Yejun stared at him, dead serious. "Doyun. Please tell me you're joking. This has to be yours, right?"
He shoved the note into Doyun's hands. Doyun picked it up, read it, and his expression stiffened.
"…Listen. Yejun. I'm being serious right now… these aren't mine." Shit. Yejun wanted to believe him. And unfortunately, he kinda did. "You sure?" Yejun asked, quieter now.
Doyun nodded. "As much as I hate you, I'd probably send notes with slurs or stupid insults. Not whatever the hell this creepy horror movie shit is."
Honestly, Yejun agreed. This wasn't Doyun's style.
"So… what do we do?" Yejun asked. His voice was strangely calm for once.
Doyun glanced down the hallway, then back at him. "I mean… it's literally 1AM. Let's just talk about it tomorrow?"
Yejun didn't respond, just slowly started walking back to his room. He could hear Doyun behind him yelling,
"Hey! Don't leave this cursed paper with me!"
Whatever. Yejun didn't care. He didn't sleep that night anyway. The next morning, he woke up and remembered—it was Thursday. Ugh. He hated the Thursday schedule. Still groggy, he got up and started getting ready. Once again, he "forgot" his robe. He didn't. He just refused to wear that ugly-ass thing.
First class? Charms.
Oh no… not that bitch again. Yejun hated Ms. Keira. But not like he had a choice. So he dragged himself to class, where things were already off to a terrible start. All his friends—except Jae—had signed up for that random school-assistance program that took students out of class for the day. Apparently it was too "dangerous" to pull students from Dark Magic though, since "Dark magic is too destructive." Ugh. Whatever.
He slumped into his seat, glaring at Jae, who was already scribbling neat notes like the little nerd he was. How was this dude always so focused? Class was actual hell. Ms. Keira told them they'd be taking notes the entire period—again. She still didn't trust them to practice spells after what happened last week. Yejun tried to stay awake, but nothing happened the whole class. Finally, it was over. Next class: Transfiguration. Sir Smirnov was the coldest, driest man alive. The guy spoke like a frozen wall. The entire class was just monotone lecture and dead air. It passed in a weird blur. By the time afternoon rolled around, Yejun was back in his usual spot.
And by "usual spot," he meant detention.
Yup. Another glorious session of Charms detention.
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-Author
Oof I've been updating late
thx for reading this chapter<3