Secret Secret | Jisung ✓

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↪• Jisung's pov

       "All he does is smile at his phone all day."

My ear caught the words the left Felix's mouth, and the snickers that comes soon after.

But I chose to ignore them, they're probably gonna tease me about it even further.

Heaving a sigh, I shoved my phone back into my pocket, turning to meet the snickering people behind me and that was when I realized my cheeks kinda hurts. "Ow, my cheeks hurts!" I winced in pain, massaging the aching area.

"You were smiling for an hour straight, of course it'd hurt," Hyunjin pointed out, shouldering his bag, and patted Felix's head, signalling for them to leave.

It was club time and the reasonable thing for them to do right now is to leave for the dance club. After quick goodbyes and cussing fits and a couple more teasing, they both left, leaving me alone with Jeongin.

"Gin-ah," I called and the latter hummed back in response, looking at me. That was enough assurance for me to continue. "Uh, do you know if Jinae plays the violin?"

"Why? Do you need lessons?" Irking a brow, the maknae shot me a judgemental look. "Or are you planning a prank again?"

This kid is up to something. Its been a while since I pissed her off, and I kinda miss her too.

"No? I'm just curious!"

Jeongin groaned, throwing his head back. Fuck he up to now? "She does, but you should see her when she plays badminton, its so hot, like when she's all sweaty and pac-"

"Jeongin, shut up!"

The black haired looked at me, pouting. "She's a hot noona, what can I say?"

This kid.

I immediately halted, my heart thumping faster than it was moments ago, the thought of Jay being Jinae scares me. My eyes widen as the clues are getting more unfavorable for me.

"Hyung, Hyung, hey quokka!" Jeongin waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me away from my thoughts.

I blinked a couple of times, trying to calm my anxiety level that was about to shoot through the roof. "I'm not a quokka," I managed to say, grabbing the door knob to the music club room.

"Cheeks."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, Hyung!"

I scoffed and pushed the door open, revealing the very bright room, wincing when the light made contact with my eyes.

After adjusting to the light, I could clearly see the members, who were all engaged in random activities about the music piece we were coming up with. My eyes landed on Jinae, who was standing with a couple other girls, chatting about who knows what. "Hi!" Smiling faintly, I waved at her.

She lightly waved back at me, and then its back to the girls.

"Wow, she's hot."

"Jeongin, how would you like to die?"

Jeongin nodded, and scooted away, probably heading to where he was being called.

"Hey, Jinnie!"

The female groaned and the sounds of her friends giggling covered the cussing she was throwing at me. "What do you want, Han?" She crossed her arms, glaring at me.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked and she gave me a skeptical look, her face contorting in disgust. It looked like she didn't plan on moving. "In private?"

Jinae let out a loud sigh, before walking towards the door. "Are you coming?"

"Oh yeah, right!"

"So?" That was the first thing Jinae said the moment she closed the door, blocking us out of the room.

"I. . .well, how do I put this?" I fiddled with my words. I think I should beg her not to kill me first, before I proceed to ask for her number, or maybe beg her to not let her brother know. Gosh, I'm stuck in a dilemma.

"Spit it out, for fuck sake!"

"Cussing in school, are we?" I know without a doubt that, that voice belongs to Mr Park. Crap, were dead.

Jinae froze, her mouth pursed into a thin line. She tried speaking but it would be useless, so she remained quiet.

"Two hours detention, right now."

Jinae huffed, glaring daggers at me, and out of fright for my dear I life, I tried standing up for her. "No Sir, Mr Park Sir, its not Jinae's fault, I made her cuss."

The teacher grimaced, an annoyed look on his face. "Oh? But I didn't hear you say anything?"

"Uh. . ." I fiddled with my fingers. "Shit!"

"You just begged for detention," Mr Park shrugged his shoulder. "Since I'm a generous man, two hours for you too, now leave my sight."

"Thank you Sir, you won't regret this," I bowed, moving over to where Jinae stood, a perplexed look on her face.

"You really are a Dumbass!" She whacked my shoulder, her tone scarce of any emotion.

Okay, I just foolishly pulled a two hours detention with Jinae. Well done, Han Jisung...

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