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rivals au & high school au | 2,766 words | fluff, comedy; warnings: none. ↳ to say the least, having you and kihyun debate against each other might not have been the best idea… or maybe it was?

author’s note: would it really be that big of a surprise if i said this was inspired by real life events? this was back when i was in high school. i still freshly remember how royally pissed this one particular guy was to lose against me in our history debate. i just re-vamped it with this joyous piece ahahah.

“There are different interpretations of what the green light represents at the end of Great Gatsby. Some consider it a representation of Gatsby’s love constantly fleeting as it goes off into the distance only to return for brief periods at a time. Others see it as a symbol of the American Dream - bright, vibrant, present, but also very unattainable. Bear this in mind as we continue on in our literary analysis. Your paper is due next Friday!”

The sound of the bell reverberates around the classroom, creating a flurry in its wake of the piercing chimes and bodies that try its hardest to exit the vicinity of the room.

Among those bodies happens to be you, zigzagging and scurrying among the passing bodies in order to get to your next class. Unlike many of your peers, you prefer not to stick around and socialize, only hoping to arrive to your next classroom without the hassle of those stupid pink slips that the security guards just enjoyed passing out a little too much. It’s a successful trek and you greet Mrs. Fern with a small smile, taking a seat in the front from the mass of chairs spread around the room now that the usual four-seat configuration was not in its usual order. It would’ve normally sat in about six other blobs propped around the vicinity.

However, this was not just any day. Today was debate day. D-day for many.

One of which that your fellow classmates scorned while the other half enjoyed for the sake making some suffer. You belonged to the latter.

Not that you meant to be so vile. There was just an appeal to asserting your dominance by intellect. There was no test of physical strength or endurance but the test of what you knew and how to say meant everything. Every voice inflection, every point, every shit-eating grin. It all elicited the squirming of your classmates, and in this case, opponents. You ate that all up.

Jisoo always calls you a monster whenever you were in the zone, but you just smile at her and continue on as per usual.

Debates are rare in the classroom though you’re no stranger to any of the usual ministrations of delivering an argument supplemented by evidence.

Mrs. Fern only brought it up a few weeks ago with an absolute grin on her lips because it was meant to be a trial run, to see if it could be a sustainable activity for the students without being too much a nuisance amongst everyone’s busy schedules. For the most part, it was received with mixed reviews but you were absolutely certain that this was something that could be extremely fun if done right.

The classroom was broken into two groups. The pros and the cons of U.S. Imperialism on the Philippines. Of course, not everyone agreed with the positions they were placed in but it was only for argumentative sake. Those who did not agree were respected even if they truly didn’t. Same as those who did agree (not that there were many). It was meant to play into the “Imperialism” unit, and naturally you played into the endeavor with a set mind and a drive to win because well, your opponent was going to go down.

Speaking of the pink-haired devil, there he enters with his friend Hyungwon at his side, the two chatting about God knows what, but the moment he meets your eyes, there’s a set determination that riddles the dark coffee bean colored hues. He flashes you a smirk, a readily aimed snark waiting to leave his lips until Jisoo shuffles around him and crouches before you and blocks his view.

“Hi,” She grins, “Ready for today?”

You smile at her, eyes alight with mischief and self-assurance.

“Of course I am. Who would I be if I wasn’t prepared to demolish that pink hamster?”

The dark-haired girl releases a giggle, patting you on the shoulder before plopping down beside you. She takes out her notes, reciting through the notes and making sure the information is settled inside your head.

You, on the other hand, find your occupation now taken with the said devil.

In Jisoo’s former place stands Yoo Kihyun, a shit-eating smirk curved on his lips and eyes alight with his own brand of interest and mild contempt.

And you’re absolutely no stranger to returning the same gesture, adding in a raised brow.

“What do you want? Already calling a surrender?”

He scoffs, crouching down to your seated level. “Just checking to see you’re ready. Seems like you’re pretty underprepared,” He nods at your backpack-covered desk. “I’ll be glad to take the win today.”

“A hamster can dream, I suppose.” You tilt your head before you add, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’m ready. I hope you don’t fall short on words again.”

He scowls instantly, “That was just a trial. I assure you my abilities are beyond a simple mishap on Hoseok’s mistake.”

You hold up your hand, “Not that I asked for an explanation on why you lost considering I expected it. You should get to reciting your lines, hamster. I’m sure you’ll want that extra preparation before I have your ass on a silver platter.”

With a wave of your hand, he’s ready to snarl a response but the words fall short and Hyungwon calls him over to their group adjacent to your table. He takes one glance in your direction the moment he takes a seat and all you do is wave, turning back to Jisoo with interest in her notes. Hers had some of your same notes and you smiled, excited to see her kill it on the con side as well. Her drive to tear down opponents -specifically, a pink-haired boy with gleaming eyes- isn’t as strong as yours, but you wanted her to ace on her side of the debate so of course you were happy to help her out.

She raises a brow at you when you turn over to her to ask how studying was going, but the expression is nothing far from what you’ve grown used to seeing on her alabaster features.

You huff, “What?”

“Still going at it with him I see~” Her features are innocent, but you know it’s anything but.

Your eyes narrow slightly, “There’s nothing going on, Jisoo. You know that.”

She muses aloud, “Yeah, yeah. But still! Something could, and not even you can ddny that much!”

You actually laugh at that thought. Just imagining dating that pink-haired demon is like a long awaited joke with a crappy punchline. At least as far as you could help it. He’s attractive and smart, but he’s arrogant and snarky without a hint of shame in any of his word, which you respected to that degree. But again, arrogant and snarky.

It was like a volatile reaction waiting to come into effect between the two of you. Even when he could help it, he still picked fights with you. He would fire another array of remarks in your direction, eliciting a round of your own shots until one of your friends dragged you away or the bell signalled your separation. Luckily, too. He always managed to get the last word in if he could help it, and you’re always unhappy with said outcome.

Not this time. You tell yourself, taking your seat at the six desk configuration in the center of the classroom now that the games are about to begin. You go for the one on the right, letting Wheein and Bambam take the seats besides you. They glance at you with anxiety-riddled eyes but you wink at them.

“Don’t worry, we got this guys.”

You have no doubts on the outcome of this argument, it’s too densely in your favor not to go as planned. Plus, you did enough research and made sure everyone else could supplement it to you in the most effective ways possible. With Wheein as your on-the-spot textbook researcher and Bambam as your questioner, it was a trio built in haven. At least in the amount of time you all managed to formulate a proper game plan. You volunteered as the speaker, knowing how well you would be able to speak on the spot and perform eloquent quips supported by evidence was more than enough convincing for everyone else.

“Don’t get too cocky, brainiac. Don’t forget you’re still facing off with me.”

The same voice akin to crushed velvet breaks your group’s meager concentration of mostly peace, earning a glare from you.

“Funny how easily hamsters seem to interrupt conversations that don’t concern them.”

He takes the seat in front of you, keeping his eyes trained on yours.

“Well, it is about me isn’t it?”

“Who said that?” You raise a brow at him, a steely resolve settles over you. “Or is your ego still clouding your judgement?”

He doesn’t say anything but his eye visibly twitches, a small snicker falls past Jackson’s lips, their other member Hyungwon stares on without much of a care but his eyes flicker amusement.

“N-”

Before he can finish his next line, Mrs. struts over to Hyungwon and Bambam’s end of the table and lays out the rules of the debate. Just to make sure you understand that you’ll all have to follow your decided positions or risk losing points; each point must be used with some form of evidence or proof to back it up whether that’s from the textbook or a credible (self-explanatory, of course) outside sources; and to keep the debate going with relevant questions and points without too much prompting. Overall, make sure you’re able to argue your point effectively while she and the rest of the class decide on the winner through their own notes and consensus.

There’s a coin flip to decide who goes first. He smirks at the tails facing upwards.

Your eyes are now fixated on Kihyun’s once you’ve been deemed ready to start. His eyes bore into yours, the dark hues teeming with determination and confidence. They’re alluring albeit irksome whenever they’re aiming that all-too-knowing gaze on you and the amusement filtered in between.

You’ve told Jisoo time and time again that he just loves to see you angry. He lives off you being pissed off. No matter how much you emphasize this, she still won’t change her mind on the matter that his feelings are more than just some burning spiteful passion against you but actual feelings that humans are capable of feeling to prove they actually have a heart.

Definitely not him.

You’re sure of that. He’s the last person to have anything akin to those emotions, specifically towards you.

Kihyun starts off his point with the benefits that imperialization of the Philippines was meant to bring in profit as well as a new life for Filipinos in the U.S. However, you immediately counter that fact with the simple quip that the imperialization of the Philippines was unwanted and unnecessary from any of the people, none of them wanted it, and the war that broke out in response is more than enough evidence to back that fact up.

He stumbles on his next point, and one glance in Hyungwon’s direction has the ash blond aiming a question on the credibility of the source. You deflect it right as soon as Wheein pulls up the carefully picked note, reading it aloud.

From the corner of your eyes, you see Mrs. Fern and the rest of the class rapidly scribbling into their notes, a few whispers (“oh shit!”) in the background, while you two continue to go at your ministrations. It’s a back and forth dance between you two, a conglomerate of repertoire and hints of read passages and inquisitions that seems to play on for longer than you can actually keep track of.

It passes in blurs but it simmers down as Kihyun’s cheeks redden from not only frustration but the mere force of all his arguing teeming as you final utter your last and final position on the entire matter. You don’t back down to the pro-imperialists on this argument, and do so without so much of your stubborn pride but the mere fact that you executed your arguments to relative perfection and it seems that even Hyungwon and Jackson are admitting defeat from the very exhaustion that has plagued their visages.

Mrs. Fern lets out a deep huff of breath, shifting off the desk to talk to the rest of the class.

“Who wins? Pro or con?”

The immediate answer is con. No doubt. Even the explainer, a girl by the name of Lisa puts it simply that the con side was clear cut, the usage of the textbook is clear and the understanding of the matter is obvious, and most of all, they deserve it.

You damn near tear up, glancing over at Kihyun from the corner of his eyes, visible disappointment at the loss and mild disbelief, but nevertheless, he does seem to accept it as he trudges off to his seat with Hyungwon and Jackson. For once, he’s silent, and you almost feel bad if you hadn’t remember how much crap he was talking the week before alluding to his supposed win.

Jisoo lights up when you plop down beside her, “That was insanely amazing. Congrats!” She places an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close to her body.

You grin, “Thanks.”

After the excitement is over and class soon comes to a close, apparently your debate ran on longer than estimated, you head over to the bin to place your history binder. To your left, you catch a glimpse of pink, his eyes meeting yours as soon as he places his own binder atop yours and lip is trapped between his teeth.

“What? Aching to say something like ‘you got lucky this time’?” You say, moving away from the mass of bodies trying to rid themselves of their educational resource.

He takes the same direction, pressing beside you near the wall as you both try to make your escape.

His lip is released, somewhat abused and really pink, before he talks, “No. Although you did get lucky, brainiac, so don’t get too big of a head over that win.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “Of course you’d say that, hamster. Not that there will be a next time. This was a one and done if you hadn’t forgotten.”

“I didn’t.”

You turn and look at him oddly, still feeling somewhat cramped as you try to navigate your way out of the masses. “What?”

“Believe me, we aren’t through by a long shot. Debate or not.”

His eyes are trained on yours, a new glimmer of something you’ve only seen pass his eyes in between your conversation for moments, though it lingers and you swear you see his hands quiver as you continue to stare at him with inquisitive eyes.

For some reason, what Jisoo told you earlier passes your mind. It’s stuck around longer than you’d like, creating an imprint in your brain and causing the small niggles of possibilities before you finally ask him what the hell he’s talking about.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asks, stopping at his desk to grab his bag. Hyungwon’s already leaning by the doorway, waiting to leave.

You shake your head, brows screwed together.

“You dying or something, hamster?” You pause for a moment before continuing, “Oh shit. Wait, are you about to profess your undying love for me?”

Actual surprise flashes past his eyes before he regains composure, he shakes his head. You feel like your head is spinning. Your heart still racing from the leftover adrenaline from earlier. You’re not sure if you want an answer to that question honestly. At least not yet.

He grabs his backpack, his back turned toward you as he shrugs the thing on before he turns back to you, looking a little more composed.

“Congrats.” He smiles at you, sending a wink your way. “You’ve earned my contempt.”

You shake your head once more, rolling your eyes. You definitely hope that this’ll staunch your own growing nerves. “You’re an idiot.”

He just smirks, leaving with Hyungwon.

Within seconds, Jisoo joins your side to inquire what happened but even you’re not sure how to respond. Even when you rendered him silent during the debate, he still manages to do the same to you outside of it.

Much to your displeasure, you can’t help but make out the continuous beating of your own heart at the possibility of more to come with that pink-haired devil.

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