𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

eight.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [CHAPTER EIGHT] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
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IN WHICH THERE
IS A BIG FIGHT.

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THE sunlight washing over jieun and yeonjun makes both of them yawn at the same time. they trudge silently next to each other, making their way towards the psychology department.

jieun looks down, noticing that yeonjun was holding onto his beanie. "you're not going to put it on?" she asks quietly, her hand flying up to cover her eyes from the sun.

yeonjun yawns again, blinking slowly afterwards. "i'll just put it on when we get to the lecture hall," he says, waving his hand lazily in front of him.

they walk up a pair of steps, both of them muttering profanities under their breath. something along the lines of hating morning classes... only when they don't get enough sleep. there's two girls not too far in front of them talking and laughing.

"oh haein! you're...!"

jieun yawns, closing her eyes. "gosh, jun. we really shouldn't have stayed up yesterday watching that series you like." jieun furrows her eyebrows and opens her eyes, glancing to her left only to see that yeonjun wasn't walking beside her. she looks forward and watches him talk to two girls. one of them being baek haein.

she approaches them, standing beside yeonjun. "hey yeonjun?" jieun says, looking at him.

he ignores her, so she calls out his name a few more times in a quiet voice.

yeonjun didn't hear her.

jieun frowns, deciding to leave him and keep walking to the psychology department. she wouldn't risk being late to class for yeonjun... is what she keeps telling herself as she gets farther and farther away from him.

"jieun!"

jieun blinks, snapping her head towards the person who had called her name. beomgyu runs up to her with a grin plastered on his lips.

"hi!" he says, stopping right in front of her. he adjusts the barrette sitting on his head, pushing his glasses up farther along his nose. "can you... walk me over to the department of education? i don't know where the building nine is at..."

jieun laughs, making beomgyu blush in embarrassment. "of course, beom! i have to pass the education department on my way to my psych class anyways."

beomgyu lets out a sigh of relief. he grabs jieun's hands, jumping. "you," he says, "are an angel, miss kang jieun."

the girl clicks her tongue in mock annoyance, swatting beomgyu's hands away. "i know," jieun says, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "i'm such an amazing friend. now let's get going."