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Chapter Three: Field Trip

"Hey Namjoon!" (Y/N) chased after the male, her hands placed underneath her backpack to stop it from bouncing up and down. Her pace picked up when she saw him walker faster to his family's car. "Namjoon! You forgot your notebook!"

Namjoon finally turns around, grunting in annoyance. Once she's in front of him, her breaths heavy from her sprint, she handed him his notebook with a smile. Instead of saying thank you, he continues his walk without giving her a second glance.

She frowns as she witnessed him throwing his notebook away. "I hate it when that filthy bitch touch my things," he said to himself, loud enough for her to hear.

(Y/N) bit her lips, choking back the tears that dared escape her eyes. "I... I just want to be your friend! I'm always nice to you even though you're mean to me. I defend you when people talk behind your back even though you spread negative things behind mine. I—"

"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP!! Leave me alone! I don't want you. Nobody fucking wants you!" Namjoon yelled. He boarded his family's car, seeing a glimpse of (Y/N)'s sullen face. He felt terrible, but his pride got the best of him. "She wants us to be closer? As if..."

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"Do you think I could fit a whole apple in my mouth?" Yuri curiously asks Namjoon, his eyes studying the apple on his hand.

"Please don't do that."

"Why not? If I do it, isn't that a great achievement to have?"

"Don't," Namjoon deadpanned.

"Your jaw will lock into place if you do that," (Y/N) chimes. She drags a suitcase behind her as she approaches the two boys waiting for the school's bus to arrive while Jooyoung trails behind her, face unusually happy looking. "The apple will get stuck and the only way to get it out is to put a knife in your mouth to slice it. Doesn't sound so nice doesn't it?"

"Kill joys..." Yuri mutters to himself. "Ah! Jooyoung sunbaenim, did you get the note I gave you?"

"It's hard to miss when you taped it to my forehead..." she replies, "and yes I'll be your seat mate."

"Wait— I asked you earlier if I could be your seat mate," (Y/N) testified, eyes widening from betrayal. "Jooyoung—"

"I apologize (Y/N), but Yuri asked me first. To be fair, I never gave you an answer. You can be with Mr. Pres since everyone else have their own partner."

(Y/N) couldn't protest. Since their first encounter, she put a facade that she got along with Namjoon for the sake of her reputation. If people discovers she secretly disdain Namjoon, the star of the school, people wouldn't hesitate to judge and question her. Unlike him, (Y/N) is relatively new— she hasn't made a name for herself or gather enough people to support her in case a nasty rumor circulates around the school.

"Alright," (Y/N) she feigned a smile. "It wouldn't be that bad to be with him."

"Yeah," Jooyoung agrees, "I hardly see you guys interact. Is there bad blood between the two of you?"

"No, nothing at all."

Jooyoung raises an eyebrow and smirks, "perhaps... you like him? Mr. Pres is a very likeable person so I wouldn't question it."