"Girl, what are you doing carrying that heavy ass bag on one shoulder?" Minnie clicked her tongue, shaking her head in disapproval. "Here, give it to me."
Obviously, my left shoulder had been rendered kind of useless, so I insisted on carrying my bag on the only good shoulder I had left. That was, until I had just made it into the lecture room for my music composition class, when Minnie immediately shut me down. I followed Minnie to our seats, as she hauled my bookbag with her. She dropped it at my feet when we sat down.
"I'm hungover as fuck." Minnie groaned as she slammed her face on the desk and laid it there for a short while. I cocked a brow, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her chronic over-dramatic manner.
"What? Did you go back to your room and drink yourself to death or something? Weren't you supposed to be working?"
"Literally. I was so frustrated with that dumb homework assignment Mr. Jung gave that I did shots while doing it. I finished it, but, um..." She mumbled, pulling out her laptop, and showing me the assignment in question.
"Do you think it's obvious I was drunk while writing this?" She sighed. I peered over at her screen. What I saw was a rough composition of a musical piece that looked great at the beginning. But as I read farther and farther, it became less and less cohesive, and it was just a jumble of quarter notes. It had no substance or rhythm. It even changed time signatures halfway through.
"Do you want me to be honest?"
"Yes."
"It's horrendous."
"It's fine." She exhaled, shutting the laptop and immediately putting it back in her bag. "If he asks I'll tell him it's abstract and if he thinks it's bad he's policing my art expression."
I finally let my suppressed giggles escape, covering my mouth as to not alert the class.
"Perfect plan." I nodded. "Considering you're one of his best students, he might let this one slide."
"He better." She growled through her teeth.
The class went on, Minnie struggling to even stay awake the whole time. I took notes the entire class, knowing Minnie would ask for them later, as she always did when shit like this happened. My focus broke, however, when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Yuqi
hey, [Y/N]. how's your criminal
justice exam prep going?[Y/N]
ugh.Yuqi
not good?[Y/N]
haven't started😭Yuqi
babes, you literally have a detective
prodigy as your friend. you can
ask me for help, lol.[Y/N]
that is actually very true. what
are you doing after classes today?Yuqi
firing gi junghee, lol.[Y/N]
oh, the dude who worked with
soochul?Yuqi
bingo. he's also getting a court date
because what he did was highly
illegal. making an enemy of me is
gonna be the worst mistake he's ever
made.[Y/N]
i'm scared of you lolYuqi
i'm sure he is too.[Y/N]
anyways, when you're done with
that, do you wanna come over and
help me study?Yuqi
if you weren't dating soyeon right now
i'd interpret this as a hookup
invitation. but yes. i can help.
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Fanfiction❝ why are you so obsessed with this case? don't you think whoever killed her did you a favor?❞ ❝ ...because i can't bring myself to do anything else. ❞ ---- reader + soyeon an angsty and tragic murder mystery fic following an ordinary junior music...