Lunchtime was supposed to be a peaceful escape from lectures, chatter, and heavy books. But nope, it's a cacophony of noise and idiocy, a veritable carnival of chaos. The cafeteria has transformed into a noisy zoo, with everyone behaving like unruly animals. It's enough to turn my stomach faster than a bad batch of cafeteria lasagna. The clatter of trays, the obnoxious laughter, the incessant chatter. And don't even get me started on the sight of it all—tables littered with crumbs and half-eaten food, trays abandoned like lost souls in a sea of apathy.
Disgusting people.
It's like a nightmare version of Groundhog Day, repeating the same irritating cycle day in and day out. The noise is like nails on a chalkboard, grating on my last nerve until I'm ready to scream. Is it too much to ask for a moment's respite in my own university?
"Didn't you say she'll be here soon?" Jaehyun tapped his straw impatiently on the table with a mouthful of pasta. Food dribbled down his chin like a lost waterfall, turning his white shirt into a Jackson Pollock masterpiece—spaghetti sauce edition.
Seriously, it was like watching a spaghetti-eating contest between a toddler and a tornado, and I was caught in the middle of the chaos. I wonder if his pasta had committed some unspeakable crime to deserve such a brutal mauling.
"This guy's table manners are about as polished as a pig at a tea party!" I muttered under my breath, eyeing Jaehyun's culinary massacre with a mix of horror and amusement. And he's a millionaire.
Who would believe?
"I did," I scoffed, checking my watch, "but I also said there's a new girl in our class." I glanced around, searching for our mythical-looking creature Moon Aelyn to show up wielding a wand like some sort of Hogwarts dropout.
But alas, no sign of her yet. This new girl must have begged her to stick around longer. Because, obviously, who wouldn't want to soak up all the attention that comes with being in a rich person's orbit? Shit ass inferior people like her just itching for a taste of that attention from billionaires like us.
"Oh, she never took her Class President crown seriously," Lisa chimed in, as if she were performing surgery on her salad with a plastic spork. "It's concerning, to say the least."
She got a point.
"The only thing concerning right now is my growling stomach," Jaehyun declared dramatically, slamming his soda can on the table with all the finesse of a disgruntled gorilla. The sound echoed through the cafeteria, startling Chris out of his book, prompting him to jump as if a ghost had whispered the juiciest gossip in his ear. "I'm about to morph into a Hangry Polar brown Bear any second!"
"You mean a Grizzly Bear, Jaehyun." Chan corrected.
Jaehyun shook his head dramatically, his hair swishing like a shampoo commercial gone wrong, and sent a noodle flying across the table like a rogue spaghetti missile. "Nah, the one with the flat belly, like a sloth, who sleeps on the tree."
Lisa raised an eyebrow. "Pretty sure that's still a Grizzly Bear. And last time I checked, they don't exactly cozy up in trees for a nap dummy."
"No bears here," I shrugged, "just Jaehyun with his daily dose of nonsense."
Either he was born with an extra helping of cluelessness or he's been taking masterclasses in stupidity, but I'll be damned if I know what made him like this. Maybe it's a case of 'like father, like son,' but even Minjun couldn't come up with a theory for this level of genetic absurdity.
I mean, we're talking about a guy who tried to microwave his phone because he heard it needed to recharge.
Chan chuckled, his laughter bubbling up like a pot about to boil over. "Maybe he's already turned into a Pigeon with his incessant cooing about 'hotties,'" he teased.
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Fanfic"His demeanor was a fortress, but for her, he let down the drawbridge." Glorious, narcissistic, born into billions, silver spoon Jeon Jungkook never had to ask for anything. He effortlessly obtained anything and everything at his feet's without ask...
