ꪑꪖᛕꫀ ꪑꫀ ᦓﺃꪀ ✔︎ ꪑﺃꪀᦓꪊꪀᧁ

1 | BRUTAL | OLIVIA RODRIGO

"so, lee," jisung starts, sliding into the chair beside minho. "who's getting the higher score this time, i wonder?" minho doesn't spare him a glance, expression having clear traces of frustration. "don't speak to me. someone might think we're friends, han."

jisung raises an eyebrow, connecting his gaze with minho's as the older rests his cheek on his palm to glare at jisung. "are you still pissed because i got higher than you on the last one? oh, lee, you don't have to be so upset."

jisung reaches to pinch minho's cheek, his wrist being grabbed by minho's fingers. minho slowly starts twisting jisung's wrist, a low smirk resting on his lips. "you think i'm upset? about a damn jock surpassing me?"

"you sound upset about it. how could a straight a student let a 'damn jock' surpass him? hm, i wonder. i don't even study, lee." jisung watches as minho retracts his hand, rolling his eyes. "i will get a higher grade, han."

"who's going to let you do that?" jisung teases, eyeing the teacher who was flipping through the tests. minho tilts his head subtly, following jisung's gaze before turning to face the front. "who's going to stop me?"

the teacher stood, raising the thick stack of test papers. "students, come collect your tests at the front, please." she sets them down, and jisung and minho eye each other briefly before shooting out of their seats to go get their tests.

minho grabs the stack, flipping through for his name. he grabs his and goes back to his seat. "a 96..?" he murmurs, furrowing his eyebrows. jisung drops into the seat next to him, flipping his paper to show minho his 98.

"you got lucky. it's only one test."

jisung scoffs. "lucky? you? the one who's second to a 'damn jock,' thinks that this is a lucky test?" minho clenches his fist, crumpling his test paper slightly. "i'll outscore you on the next one, han." jisung merely smiles, head tilted innocently. "we'll see about that, lee. don't cry when you get lower."

how jisung loves testing minho's thin patience. jisung takes minho's test, mockingly pouting at the red writing on the questions he got wrong. "maybe you should get a tutor, minho. you clearly need all the help you can get if a jock is surpassing you."

minho laughs, snatching back his paper. "right, because you're the genius here. don't make me laugh, han." he snaps, and the two hear a heavy sigh from the front of the class. "mr. han, mr. lee, you are both welcome to continue this conversation in your group project."

their eyes widened, and minho stood up, shaking his head. "no, no, i can't work with.." his face twists in disgust. "him." he points at jisung and the younger stands up, pushing minho back. minho stumbles, straightening his posture and shoving jisung into the desks.

"boys! i will not tolerate violence in my classroom! mr. han, mr. lee, you will work together, and i will see you both after class!" minho glared at jisung, mouthing a 'fuck you,' to which jisung only smirked.

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"you two are always fighting in my class. it needs to stop. you will work on this project, and turn it in to me in 2 weeks, or i fail you both." she throws a folder down on her desk. "then, if you both fail, you will be stuck again together. and again. if you keep this act up."

minho huffed, shoving the folder in his bag. he turned to jisung. "library. 4 pm." he slung his bag over his shoulder, walking off. jisung rolled his eyes, walking the opposite way to his locker. he unlocked his locker, shoving his books in his bag and locking it.

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minho sat in the library at 3:30, opening the folder. their project was to either write a song, or make a choreography on a song of their choice. minho knew the option he wanted to pick. but he also knew that jisung would want to make a song.

he worked on homework from other classes, until jisung slumped into the chair across from him. "lee." jisung set his bag on the floor, leaning back in the chair. "han." minho took out his headphones, putting them into his bag.

jisung grabbed the paper, humming softly. "so, what song are we making?" minho rolled his eyes, taking the paper back. "i want to make a choreography." jisung scoffed, resting his elbows on the table.

"and? i don't care about what you want." he snapped, unzipping his backpack to grab his notebook and a pen. "i'm not failing this class, lee. i certainly don't want to retake it with you."

minho sighed, crossing his arms. "what if we do both. we make a song, and base a choreography off of it." the latter raised an eyebrow. "will the teacher allow that?" minho picked up his phone, pursing his lips.

"i can email her, but, for now, we can start writing lyrics, or if you already have something made. it would be easier if we use something already finished, since then we can go straight into choreo."

jisung smirked. "that's the first sentence you've said to me that isn't insulting or insinuating an argument." he exhaled sharply, seeing minho's unimpressed expression. "i have songs made in a playlist if you want to hear them. there's love songs, up beat, break up. what do you prefer?"

minho clicked his tongue. "i like love songs, but sexy choreographies are really fun to make." jisung's smirk grew, raising his eyebrows. "are you saying that you want to make a sexy choreography with me?"

minho huffed, throwing his pencil at jisung, who chuckled at minho. "okay, okay, here. here's some of the songs." he tossed his phone to minho, who plugged his headphones into jisung's phone and hit play.

he scrolled through the playlist, raising an eyebrow. he clicked on the song and nodded along to the beat. "i like this one." he showed jisung, and jisung hummed.

'troublemaker"