school students, obviosly

It all started in a hot September and doesn't even think of ending differently. No matter how you look at the situation, from all sides it seems so childish that it's ridiculous. The two companies continue to feud.        Jisung could say that he was tired of arguing every day, sorting things out and just leaving, as he began to do back in thirteen. But now the excitement is getting higher. He wants to compete, he wants to win and take his own. And just enjoy school life, no matter how confusing, tiring and strange it may be.          It's been over a year since they met. The fact that this person causes an indescribable feeling and awkward thoughts in his head doesn't mean anything. Jisung is confused again, it happens, yes. He did his best to ignore his interest in this person. But it didn't work. And as yesterday he remembers: this cold look with a share of possessiveness to an incomprehensible eye. But that's just what comes first. What shows you to society. Small particle.        Inadvertently, Jisung was able to notice something else after a while. And it looks like he shouldn't.        Stars in that eyes.

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         The sports festival has always been an occasion to distract high school students from the gray everyday life. Like a farewell summer shower. And compared to last year, the guys already had to compete with the senior classes.        While the especially lazy ones were able to avoid participation and stay at home, Han was kicked out of the house by her mother, saying something like "You will soon fall apart if you'll lie on the bed so much." Oh, and her signature "Call Felix to dinner with us."       Sometimes it seemed to him that in fact Lix was their own son. Or, in extreme cases, some distant relative along the eastern line from the right edge. There is no other way to explain such friendly relations between his mother and friend.        Maybe it's because she doesn't know all the adventures he's gotten into. Of course, less often than Jisung, but there are also a lot of sins behind him. Most of the time, as Lee said, he just walks through the beautiful spacious streets in the city, looking at the birds on the moss fountains and the painted walls on the abandoned houses. But we all know that this is only the part that can be told to adults.          But now Felix, all so innocent, is standing in sports sweatpants and chuckles into a small palm against the backdrop of a green school field and children playing something.          — What isn't clear? — Seungmin ties his hair into a ponytail with the sweater tucked between his legs. — He is cute. And has a pretty face.        — Are you confessing your love to me right now or what? — Lee sits down on the treadmill, where Hyunjin has already had a picnic with half-eaten sandwiches, sweets and chips, and takes the package from him.        — I’m cute too, — Hyunjin takes a bite of the stick with white chocolate. — May I come with you?        — And of course my mom will make me to wash the dishes after you all, — Han leaned back, covering his face with his hands and sighing deeply. After walking in a circle, he returned to his place, crossing his arms between himself.        — I’m sorry, — Seungmin leans over to the frustrated Han and pats his shoulder. — When we eat, we’ll fill the plates with water for you, — she wraps her arms around his shoulders completely. — Has it become easier?        — No, — he breaks out of the hug and leans over to take the chips from Hwang.        — Eh, — he manages to give out, only by opening his mouth. — There are so few!        — It's ok, share it, — he puts a handful into his mouth, shaking the pack.          Children with their parents, teenage tomboys and other large companies dispersed throughout the school grounds. The atmosphere is friendly, but everyone remembers that the main thing is yet to come. Running.        Each school has its own characteristics. In this school — it's fucking running. Not football, not volleyball. Exactly running. The most tiring. So, to accelerate, and then, ate breathing, fall. One of the main disadvantages of skipping classes according to Han. He, here, loves to swim, to play the ball, but running...          Everyone converges around the stadium, filling the empty seats in the stands. Someone even has a support group: girls dressed in the same tracksuits with flags. Watching at this is relax. But here things will be more important to decide. Tenth graders are out on the track. Someone cheers from the outside, someone shouts something. It has never been so noisy that day. And Jisung didn't like it. Crowds of people look doubtful and a little intimidating.        He was most happy when the required number of participants in the class could volunteer to run and he didn't have to participate. Soon it will be necessary to leave for the pool to prepare for a small swim, but this will be later. Now everyone is looking at the cross. The teachers sat in the back rows, enjoying the autumn day and watching the children, and the schoolchildren sat in the first stands, as if they were watching the World Cup.        Han sat down next to his class and his eyes ran from Felix and Hyunjin, who were warming up in red armbands, to the entrance to the school. Jeongin promised to run away from classes and come to them. Bored, Jisung unlocked his phone and began to look through some vids in their school group and didn't even notice that Yang had already found his bright head and even went up the stairs, smilingly looking at the frowning Jisung.          — Boo, — Son jumps at the sudden sound and shadow looming over him, nearly dropping his phone.        — Oh God, — kicked with his foot. — Hello, — and skips to the next chair.        — Can simply be Jeongin, — ruffling Han’s hair in different directions, he sits down beside him contentedly. — Already started?        — No, soon, — points to a Jisung's classmate standing at the start.          Chatting with the guys before the competition, they realized that no one was sure that it was they who would win. Everyone was in the mood to just have fun. And no one began to argue with them. Behind the fun is always the best. And what other classes think there to wipe their noses or something else — is boasting. They didn't know what the parallel class was aiming for with those annoying chimpanzees, but it's better to lose beautifully than win embarrassingly. Not everyone appreciates honesty as much as Jisung's class, but the really cool ones are those who play for the sake of the process. And the rest doesn't matter.        Looking at the participants of the race, he hardly managed to understand who is who, because he simply doesn't even know their names. But Minho was there. He was third, as was Felix. Hyunjin is second, and Seungmin sat in the front row next to his friends and was one of the stewards of the whole process. As a president of the class, he is always loaded with meaningless work, but he never complained. And he used it to his advantage.          The trainer went to the running track and stood for a couple of minutes, telling something. The guys stood up, putting one leg forward, and were ready to start.          The whistle rang all over the field.          Sunoo ran quickly and confidently, overtaking the neighboring guys and making maximum cuts in the distance. The crowd began to applaud and chant chants, turning up the heat. Quickly approaching the second runner, he passed the baton to Hyunjin. And he immediately pulled away, not looking around. Hwang said that sometimes in the morning he goes to the river and does a morning run in order to throw off all the kilos eaten at lunch. Naturally, it won't work just like that, but sometimes he tries anyway. And it shows in his endurance. Jisung would have died there already after a hundred meters.        In second place, he tries to catch up with Changbin running across the path, and he almost succeeds. A guy from the third grade catches up with them and outpaces them both. He didn't even know that Juyeon could do that. The guys run at the same time and pass the baton to friends.          Jisung's eyes widen. He doesn't know who to look at. Fuck...        Felix actively starts with a smile and strives to catch up with the one in front. Behind him, Minho tries not to keep up, but it's obvious that he's a little slower. Strong and fast, the little prince took everything for himself. Running closer to the turn, he examines the schoolchildren standing last. One with scorched dark gray hair on the side of Minho, he has Jiung, and the other two he sees for the first time.          At one point, the stands fall silent. And then they start screaming again, getting up from their seats.        Leaks, who almost overtook his rival, falles.          But he immediately begins to rise, leaning on his elbows and knees. It seems that he looked into the distance and didn't see a small bump where the coating was swollen. A common occurrence in the inattention of staff, but this rarely happened to them. Jisung is immediately undermined and, stumbling, goes down the stairs, almost flying headlong into a stone corner.        He sees how everyone continues to run. During the instruction, the teacher mentioned that an accidental minor fall is not a reason to stop the relay. And no matter how parents argue about this, rules are rules. They haven't changed for relays in years. In extreme cases, adults run out from the benches with first-aid kits, but when they saw that Felix had already got to his feet, they didn't interfere.          Classes have already begun the fourth stage, all the frightened schoolchildren in the stands calmed down and began to follow the remaining teams. But having completely sunk down, Han sees that only two people run up to the finish line, and in the distance someone screams. Minho didn't run up to the fourth player to pass the wand.        He takes Felix to the adults' bench while Wooyoung removes the rag from his head, throws it on the ground and curses his classmate.          He is one of the main causes of animosity in the entire school. And what the fuck is he doing now?