"The meeting went unexpectedly smooth, even with you here," Jisoo said.
He squeezed her hand a bit and added, "My thoughts exactly. But the competitions won't be as smooth."
She dug her nails into his hand, too bad she had cut them recently. "Took t...
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Jisoo pov
As I completed the final task on my list, now all that was left was the planning for upcoming competitions between the two campuses, and I couldn't help but hope that they wouldn't turn into a complete disaster.
Our new literature instructor seemed overly keen on merging the campuses, aiming to broaden our experiences and prepare us for the professional world., it was hard to shake off the unease, especially considering Jennie's recent urge to profess her love and the added complication of that guy. Yup, that's life.
Lost in thought, my hand absently traced spirals on the notebook in front of me until the abrupt ring of the doorbell shattered my concentration.
I called out "Coming!" from my room, knowing that with my parents out for dinner, it was just me at home. Opening the door, my heart raced at the sight that greeted me. Lisa stood there, with Jungkook leaning heavily on her, his arm draped over her neck. Both of them looked disheveled. Are they high!?
"What in the world is going on?" I whispered loudly.
At the sound of my voice, Jungkook's head snapped up, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "Noona!" he exclaimed, his voice far too loud for the situation. I quickly covered his mouth with my hand. "Shhh! You're going to wake everyone up."
Lisa, with a slurred speech, exclaimed. "Tha-that's great, we'll have fun together. Yayy!" Her arms flailed upward in an exaggerated motion, causing Jungkook to lose his balance and tumble to the ground. "Hehe, he fell," she giggled.
Yup, definitely high!
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After quickly locking my door, I hurried back to the duo, who were engrossed in whispered conversations and fits of giggles. Their behavior reminded me of a video I once saw about Stone Age men, and at that moment, they looked like them.
"So, how did you two get your hands on 'the stuff'?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips, trying to maintain an air of authority. They exchanged glances before bursting into another round of whispered giggles. Ugh, annoying brats.
I sweetly smiled. "Well, I'm calling Uncle Jeon. It's been a while since I last talked to him," I announced, turning on my heels.
But before I could take another step, I felt a tug on my wrist. "Noona, don't," Jungkook pouted, his puppy-dog eyes pleading with me. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Then tell me, what did you smoke to end up like this?"
Jungkook came closer to my ear," It was a magic spray," he blurted out, his voice too loud to be a whisper.
As Lisa attempted to stand up, her movements were unsteady, and she nearly stumbled before regaining her balance and approaching Jungkook. She smacked his head lightly. "It's a menthol spray, you muscle head. It contains ethyl chloride or methyl salicylate and is commonly used by football players," she explained, a bit giddy.
