𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | Chaennie

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The weekend so eagerly awaited by every student who doesn't burn for school and paperwork like a stereotypical nerd, officially began exactly 10 minutes ago with the liberating ringing of the school bell, which is like music to the ears on a Friday evening.

Many of the students had already sprinted out of the classrooms to their lockers to lock up as quickly as possible every book, notebook and even pencil that they would not need over the weekend for the homework that had been given up, and a few of the girls and boys were even already outside the gates of the building, running across the hard court in full euphoria and with smiles on their faces.

Among these free souls, after 5 long and exhausting days full of stress, nerve-racking teachers and boring school material, were also Jennie and Lisa, who also just made their way side by side across the large court infront of the school.

Normally, the two friends would already be talking about what they would do tonight in the club, which drinks they will probably kill again and bet on how many girls they can make out with, but today this topic of conversation was only slightly mentioned.

Instead of discussing the details of their Friday night, which has always been roughly the same for more than a year now, the two had to talk about an alternative to going to the club, or rather consult and complain about it.

"I'm telling you, it annoys me so much!" Jennie briefly popped her eyes in combination with a brief raise of her sharply shaped eyebrows as her footsteps synchronized with those of Lisa to her left, who could only agree with the exact same emotion of annoyance. "Yeah really. I mean, it's horrible enough that the Dynamo is closed this weekend for renovations, but to announce it to all the guests on such short notice with a cheap Instagram post..."

Jennie rolled her eyes.

A temporary closure of their regular club, even if it is only a short one, she and Lisa always called the absolute worst case news that they never wanted to experience in their lives.

That this scenario now actually arrived hit them when they saw the post on Instagram from the club page in the last break about 50 minutes ago as if someone had shamshed them in the face with a frying pan.

Or maybe even with a stone.

Of course, you could say that they could have a great evening and visit another club, but that would be not only disloyal in the eyes of the two teenagers, but treason at the highest level against the Dynamo and the owner Hyun-Seok.

It's either the Dynamo or nothing.

At least, that was the thought procession of Lisa and especially Jennie to that point of the day...

"So, what are you going to do tonight? Drinking at home isn't fun and it's boring...God, I can't remember the last Friday night that I didn't dance and drink away all the stress that built up in me from school at the club...." Lisa asked before briefly furrowing her eyebrows, but Jennie only let a small chuckle escape her lips, even though she was equally annoyed by the fact that there would be no clubbing tonight.

"I don't know. We'll see. Maybe I'll finally get around to starting one of the many series I've noted on my Netflix list" Jennie shrugged her shoulders as she mentally thought about which of the many series that are mainly asian, clichéd K-Dramas, she should start.

„Little Woman"

 "The K2" 

"The Penthouse" 

"Flower of Evil" 

And many more series produced and filmed in her home country are waiting for her.

With so much good quality, how should she be able to choose?