Literary Fair |
Table Tennis Tournament |
"Oh my god, I'm going to die!" Eula exclaimed as she retreated back to the group of loud boys.
"Just goooo! You can die after this." Chenle held her shoulders and turned her back to face the certain classroom.
"Just faint if the topic's hard for you." Jisung giggled.
"Oh, please, you will be fine." Jaemin exasperatedly sighed.
"What if I mess up?" she whined.
"Junnie-hyung said that a hundred times already, and now he's peacefully painting there." Jisung pointed at the far side of the hallway.
"Yeaaah, Jeno-hyung and Hyuckie-hyung are probably killing each other in the locker room, so you're stuck with us. Your cute supporters." Chenle beamed.
"Ugh, where's Jeno when you need him?" Jaemin grumbled.
"Here!" As if on cue, Jeno pressed himself through the crowd and pulled the girl in a tight hug.
"Oh gosh, my heart is in pain."
"Relax; you're the best out there."
"What if I can't finish it at the given time!?"
"We timed you every day for an hour of practice, and you always slayed the different topics."
Jeno pulled away and cupped her cheeks, a flashing eye smile engraving his face.
"Have fun there; you can finish it within the time; I know it. I love you."
A blush crept on her cheeks, forcing her to tear her eyes away from him and nuzzle her face against his chest.
He chuckled. "Such a baby."
"It's almost nine! Eullieeee good luucckkk!" Chenle screeched, welcoming himself into the pair's hug.
In the end, Jaemin and Jisung joined too, until Jeno swatted them away and pushed the girl to the classroom where the poem writing category would be held.
"Good luck, baby," the male whispered and pressed a chaste kiss on her cheek, though she didn't have the chance to look back when the door opened, and the teacher assigned smiled.
"Shin Eula, your seat is in number twenty-three."
She replied with a happy nod as she walked to the specified seat.
"Good morning students, welcome to our annual literary fair. Today, we will be with each other for one hour and thirty minutes. The topic today is happiness. As I ring the bell, you are required to drop your pens and wait for me to gather your works. So without further ado, by this bell, we're going to start the poem writing contest. On three."
Happiness, Eula took a deep breath and pressed her hand on her beating chest.
"You may start. Good luck."
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Fanfiction❝Nobody will find out as long as we keep it lowkey ❞ They believed no one would ever notice the secret between the strict hot teacher and the goody-two-shoes student. Everything turned the wrong way though. ▂ ❗ reader discretion is advised includes...
