|| Enemies to Lovers/ Roommates AU||
Lindsay walks into the room, trips on absolutely nothing, and falls flat on her face.
That's just her luck, and she's used to it.
She was sent off to spend a week with the perfect teenage boy, Namjoon, whom she...
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The clear blue skies revealed a morning sun as it paved way to a beautiful and serene Monday morning. Lindsay, along with rows of many other agitated students, was seated at her usual desk in the class with a closed booklet of questions placed neatly in front of her.
She waited in the highest anticipation with her arms resting on the desk, patiently waiting for the signal to start. Miss Melody stood at the front of the filled class, with her head tilted to look at the clock on the wall. As soon as the minute hand struck nine, she turned to face the class with a smile.
"Alright, class." she beamed. "You all may begin the test. Good luck."
What followed suit was a chorus of papers being rustled and flipped over as the students took out their pens and began to scribble down the answers with the utmost care. Lindsay took a deep breath in before exhaling to calm her pre-exam nerves before gently opening the booklet to face the first page of questions.
Her chocolate hair fell down the sides of her face in a curtain as she leaned in and answered every question meticulously. Miss Melody slowly strode through the middle of the class, her head hovering over the sea of concentrated students to make sure there wasn't any suspicious activity going on.
The room was pin-drop silent, save for the occasional rustling of paper and the tap-tapping of pens ratting against the desk. Were the students tapping their pens to occupy themselves as they became lost in thought or were they simply trying to communicate the answers to one another through Morse code? That, Lindsay wasn't sure of.
As she turned the page, she smiled pleasantly as she gazed at the diagram on the paper; A diagram that she was all too well familiar with. It was a diagram of the structure of a flower with the question being to label each part. She felt a wave of sweet nostalgia hit her as she remembered how tenderly and patiently Namjoon had taught her the concepts with the power of art.
Smirking to herself in glee, she jotted down all the answers in the right places as if she had been preparing for this exact question her whole life.
***
As the afternoon sun casts a warm glow across the campus, a stream of college students begins to emerge from the main academic building, their faces a mix of relief, exhaustion, and lingering concentration. The air is filled with a palpable sense of accomplishment and anticipation for the freedom that comes with completing a test.
First, the door swings open, and a few tentative souls step out, squinting in the bright light, their expressions transitioning from the intense focus of the exam room to the relaxed atmosphere outside. Then, in a steady flow, more students follow suit, creating a bustling scene at the entrance.
Namjoon stood by his car holding a sheet of paper in his hands, gazing at it with a proud grin. He was snapped out of his thoughts when a familiar voice caught his attention.
