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Chinzhilla Gang🫡
Sound
are you home yet gun?
Por
we NEED to know what happened🥰
Win
i could care less actually
yo
okay tsundere
win
💀
Gun
it went okay actually!
i have to do tutoring tho😰😰
but it actually doesnt seem like its gonna be that bad
pat
who are you? and what have u dont with the real gun🤨🤨
sound
you?
enjoying tutoring????
por
you've gotta be getting something outta this
gun
the school president will be tutoring me!
and he seems nice so🫠
sound
not that asshole💀
yo
why are u still hooked up on a middle school rivalry😭
sound
his face just annoys me
well
anything about him annoys me
stay safe gun
gun
your so dramatic😒
sound
you're**
gun
i hate u
Gun shook his head, reading over all of the messages once again, entertained by his friends' foolishness. He's lying on his bed, Munmuang positioned on top of his stomach, when his mom calls him down for dinner. The cafe had closed pretty late today as there was a sudden increase in customers, his mom not having the heart to turn them all away (plus this was good for business) so she served them all anyway.
He gets up, Munmuang sliding off of his stomach and seemingly glaring at him for having the audacity to move. Gun tries to pet her head in an attempt to apologize only to get his hand swatted away by an angry paw.
When he finally gets to the table he is met by a kiss on his cheek, leaning into his mom as she pets his head, he always has been a bit of a mama's boy.
"How was school today, you asshole?" She affectionately curses at him, giving him a sweet smile.
"It was pretty good!" he pauses for a few seconds to finish chewing, " I had to stay in a for a bit longer, Ms. Nin said I should start tutoring tomorrow."
"And did you agree to do it?" His mom has a confident expression on her face, thinking she knows 100% that the answer would be 'no'. Gun knowingly smiles, "I agreed to it actually, the tutor will be the school president so his help will be the most reliable." He shrugs, trying to play it off cool. She looks over at him stunned but proud, happy that her son is finally going to do something about those grades, (she frequently gets emails about them from his teacher and is tired of it) she picks up the empty plates on the table and sends him up to bed.
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Tinn was freaking out. How is he supposed to keep his cool tutoring his crush of 2 years, in a CLOSE proximity. He can barely handle being 1 yard away from Gun, how was he supposed to sit next to him, breathe in the smell of his shampoo that he's so loyal to, and expect to survive?
Not to mention the fact that they're staying together for a whole WEEK. And for some odd reason his mother actually agreed pretty quickly once she heard he'd be a tutor (probably so she could have something else to brag to her friends about) so that wasn't much of a struggle.
Tiw hasn't been much help in calming his nerves either, laughing at him over the phone and making up embarrassing scenarios that could take place during the week. Embarrassing himself in front of Gun is the last thing he'd want to do. Speaking of Gun.. why is he standing in front of his desk right now? With that beautiful, bright, full teeth smile as well. Did he make it his mission to kill him today?
"Um..Tinn? Hello?"
Tinn is snapped out of his thoughts, remembering that he has to actually respond to people in oder for them to not perceive him as weird. Sometimes he wishes life was a game, giving him an unlimited amount of time to decide what he wanted to say to an NPC. But unfortunately, thats not how life works. Oh God, he still hasn't responded to Gun.
"Y-Yeah? Sorry." He awkwardly laughs, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Gun just gives him a playful slap on his shoulder, "I'll meet you after school today, alright?"
Tinn just nodded absentmindedly, still in disbelief that the day where he will live under the same roof as Gun has finally arrived, even if it's just for a week.
Tinn watches Gun skip off out of the classroom. Oh, right. He has a class to get to.