yoonji has been homeschooled since she was seven years old after a terrible incident in elementary school. Now she is eighteen, ready to go back to school just for her senior year.
She wants to experience all of high school in just one year. She had...
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Yoonji POV
I was texting Namjoon ever since I got home from school today and I have been giggling on my bed like an anime girl.
He is so charming and cute and I'm falling so hard for him at a fast pace.
He has been asking me to eat lunch with him for the past three days now but I feel like he is close to maybe asking me out on a date. He flirts with me all the time even my friends think so. We are getting close as friends and in the movies that's tier one.
A friends-to-lover story
joonie: sometimes I hate being class president 😭
yoonji: noo why? ur amazing
joonie: Today a freshman came up to me and asked me to put fruit punch in the water fountains???
joonie: LIKE HOW WOULD I DO THAT???
yoonji: that would be so cool
joonie: sugar cookie you aren't helping :(
yoonji: joon-ah everyone loves you like honestly, I think everyone has a crush on you... your perfect but don't put so much pressure on yourself
joonie: mhm so everyone has a crush on me?
yoonji: I mean... yeah
joonie: what about you? Any crushes?
yoonji: I mean... I don't know if he likes me back
joonie: he would be an idiot to not like an extraordinary girl like you
yoonji: really?
joonie: of course sugar
I held my phone to my chest with a huge grin on my face and my heart beating so fast I think it's gonna break my ribs.
I hop off my bed and slide across my floor in my fuzzy socks swinging open my bedroom door then travel downstairs at lightning speed to tell jungkook the good news. I find my brother sitting on the couch and I plop down right next to him startling him a bit.
"Holy fuck you came down the stairs so fast it sounded like a stampede" he huffed but it made me smack his shoulder.
"Please! I'm as delicate as a flower" I hummed he just chuckled typing on his phone.
"More like a bag of flour" he murmured but this time I smacked his shoulder hard and he yelped.
"Stop! I'm trying to tell you something important" I grinned while sitting on the couch next to him my knees tucked under myself.
