𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 || ᵏʲⁿ

04 | favour

"So did you manage to talk to Jennie?"

The pretty athlete threw her hands up. "Don't even start," she said frustratedly and burst out in a series of exaggerated, dramatic complains about the trouble she had to go through the whole week.

After a full thirty minutes of Soojin grumbling and throwing up hand gestures that looked pretty concerningly like gang signs to Yangyang, she calmed, sipping her third glass of Mocha Frappe.

"Well," the tennis prodigy said mildly. "So was the answer yes or no?"

She let out a mirthless laugh, looking like she wanted to shoot herself. "I don't know," she scoffed. "The whole time I was talking her face was blank as fuck and her eyes were just crawling up and down my face like I was some disgusting dirt stuck under her shoe." She slumped, propping her chin up on an elbow. "That hurt my ego."

A genuine laugh escaped Yangyang's lips and she pouted.

"Don't laugh," she complained. "I'm in agony."

She was wearing one of Yangyang's bigger Jersey Windbreakers and it was extra oversized on her. The sleeves overshot her arms and stuck out as sweater-paws which she smacked him jokingly with.

"So what now?" he sobered, swatting her hands away. "How do you intend to move from here on? Are you gonna do anything about that admirer of yours?"

She raised a finger, "One solid plan: I'm gonna avoid that motherfucker at all costs."

Yangyang hummed, "And how do you intend to do that?"

Well, Soojin's single-most brilliant idea was to run the opposite direction whenever she saw the boy, of course. Running was her forte, under fair circumstances, no one could beat her.

But the circumstances, unfortunately for Soojin, weren't fair.

"This motherfucker is insane," Soojin panted, crashing right into Yangyang's arms when the boy came to pick her up the next day. "He literally stands at my locker for the whole damn day! Does he not have classes?"

The tennis prodigy looked amused, "Oh dear."

"Oh dear, indeed," she agreed, huffing a breathy sigh of dismay. "Fuck this, I should just transfer."

Yangyang laughed at that, "Sure, I mean, my school's gates are always open."

Soojin's expression turned slightly thoughtful. "I said it as a joke but I'm actually considering that now, holy shit." She side-eyed him, "I mean, can't be too bad being Mr. Popular's bestie now, can it?"

The Lee girl had no idea how it all even happened, but by the next day it seemed almost everyone knew about the contents of her conversation with Yangyang.

She received close to 30 pleas not to leave the school in an hour and even people she never once spoken to were asking her to stay. Soojin never felt so well-liked and popular all her life.

But those couldn't even beat what happened after her class.

Right outside her Economics class- in her full Gucci class and elegance- stood a very regal-looking Kim Jennie. From the displeasured, irritated expression unfurling across her face, was clear the Kim girl had never needed to wait more than 3 minutes for anything in her life.

"You sure took your own sweet time."

Soojin's jaw dropped. The audacity of this bitch. Who the fuck even asked her to wait anyway? Why the fuck was she here anyway?

"Why are you..." the Lee girl gestured about, baffled. "Here?"

Jennie tilted her head, "I heard you were considering transferring to Liu Yangyang's school."

Soojin blinked. "Didn't take you to be the gossipy type."

The Kim girl regarded her neutrally. "I'm not," she drawled. "But when it concerns you, it's not gossip anymore. It's my business."

For a single second, Soojin's heart did a little skip. She forgot to breathe and fuck, she swore she could physically feel the heat rush to her cheeks. "Sorry?" the Lee girl stumbled.

Jennie unfolded her crossed arms. "That favour," she said, extending a hand to the pretty athlete. "I'll do it."

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