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[Third person pov]

“I have conjured up the most brillantest plan to be ever conjured.”

There were so many things wrong with that sentence, but Seungmin had given up in pointing out Jeongin's mistakes, now he just watch as his 'plans' all crumble down. The brunette sighed, a bored look on his face.

“Aren't you gonna ask what it is?” Jeongin lilted.

“I don't give a damn!”

“Okay, as you already know, Issy is always early, so I'm gonna go earlier,   so when she comes in, I'll ask her to seat with me. Isn't that great?”

Actually, it was. Seungmin opened his mouth to speak but he kindly shut the fuck up. This plan was simple but very effective. He sighed, shouldering his bag. “Good luck, I guess!”

Jeongin scoffed. “Pfft, I don't need luck, there's nothing that can fail this plan.”

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“Okay, my plan for today is to go super late, everyone will be seat which means I can seat in the rejected corner. Rejected corner equals nobody will disturb me. Isn't that great?”

Jina smiled, looking the microwave– her trusty friend, Homie gives the best advice. “Beep if you think its gonna work!”

Beep

And there you have folks, the microwave have spoken, I mean beepeth.

The brown haired stood up, she had the answer she needed. “Jina, stop talking to the microwave, you weirdo!” her brother seethed, clearly disappointed, but she just stuck out her tongue at him and left for school.

Jina walked as slowly as she could, successfully making it to class very late, an empty desk in front of the class. The students always avoided it cause it was way too close to the teacher and there weren't any window in the middle of the class, like c'mon.

She took her seat, apologizing for coming late. Jina brought out her book and was ready to learn, but the door opened, disrupting the teacher, a panting Jeongin forging a smile. His eyes roamed the class landing on Iseul who was seated with a guy he remembers to be Jisung. And sadly the only empty sit is Jina's.

“Thank you for coming late Mr Yang, I really appreciate it, why don't you take a sit? Your Majesty!”

The class snickered at the teacher's jest, making Jeongin lower his head in shame. He sat next to a scrawling Jina.

“AH yes! Time to give your assign seats,” the teacher's tired eyes darted on his book, he let out a sigh. “You'll be sitting like this for the rest of the school year, sounds just about fine.”

Murmurs of protests and whispers of joy filled the brightly lit classroom.

Jeongin looked at Iseul's seat. Dang it.

Jina just sat there, awkwardly fiddling with her pen. “So, how's the weather?”

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