love alarm | park jisung

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Minyoung wished she did listen to that Park Jisung, because now, she was in the principal's office trying to save herself from detention.

She ultimately failed to reason with her.

"Well, Miss Ahn, that sounds like a lovely story you have for me, but I have to talk to Miss Lee first to see what truly happened," said Principal Jung, sitting comfortably on her leather swivel chair, legs crossed.

"I know I've been talking to you for a while, so go out quickly and eat some lunch. Don't want you to be starving to death."

Minyoung complied, quickly bowing and escaping from the quiet prison of truth (also called the principal's room).

In annoyance, Minyoung went out to sit on the bench of the school courtyard, staring at her surroundings after that pleasant conversation with the principal about the situation in the hallway, which was not even her fault.

Feeling a presence surrounding her, she quickly turned her head to see a male face right beside it, making Minyoung jolt in shock.

"Didn't expect miss goody-two shoes to be in detention on the first day of school," said Jaemin, the owner of the head which suddenly popped in the girl's view.

"Oh, shut up," said Minyoung, punching his arm, with a slight light red tint on her cheeks.
"How many times have I told you that punching hurts," Jaemin responded, rubbing his arm in hopes of soothing the pain.
"Learn how to tolerate pain then."
"Fuck you."

Minyoung crossed her arms as she stood up from the bench.
"Besides," she reminded him, "It's not detention, it's actually a lovely volunteering session to clean up after school."

Jaemin burst out laughing. "Basically a session for losers. Yeah, your height makes you kind of look like one."
"Jaemin, if you talk about my height one more time—"
"Did you know that anger is actually bad for your health? Keep this up and you'll actually become a loser from dying at the age of 18 due to anger issues."

Minyoung scoffed. She wishes that Jaemin's pillow ends up being warm on both sides tonight.

The two walked over to the cafeteria laughing, lining up with the bunch of students waiting for their school-provided lunch.

Today's menu: soybean soup with stir fried pork and spicy cucumber kimchi, along with rice, the classic Asian staple.

Minyoung glanced at Bitna who was sitting with her friends at a table. Her pitiful face was tear-stained, which caused her troupe to fawn over her in an attempt to cheer her up. Guilt slowly trickled into Minyoung's mind, but the thought of after school "detention" snapped her back into reality. Maybe she was just putting an act.

Jaemin grabbed a pair of silver metal trays, passing one to the shorter girl with a smile. The two eventually approached the first manned food station. To Minyoung's surprise, she recognized a familiar face.

"Mrs. Kim!" shouted Minyoung, beaming at the cheerful middle-aged lady in front of her.

"Minnie!", replied the young lady, with an apparent eye smile.