"I can teach you " the whispered words that changed Jennie's life forever.
Jennie recently moved to Seoul after her parent's divorce, she is forced to live with her strict old-money grandparents and against her will she is forced into an arranged ma...
Trigger Warning: Mature themes - Fluff, A small bit of violence
"Do you see anything you like?" the lunch lady asks as she sees me peering into the glass display, examining the various tasty meal items.
"Yes, I'll have the salmon and cream cheese bagel with a side of Kimchi and a granola and yoghurt dessert," I reply.
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Rose, Nayeon, Irene, and I gather in the cafeteria for lunch. We navigate through the bustling crowd, trays in hand. Unlike high school, our cafeteria is massive, flooded with sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Instead of prison-like benches, there are couches, picnic tables, and nooks for those who prefer solitude. This is what you'd expect from a top school.
"Class went really well. Remember I mentioned having writer's block before I went to class, and I was so lucky to bump into Jisoo during my break. She helped me with my songwriting; she's so nice and has such a great voice," Rose coos, earning a round of applause from everyone.
"Well done, Rose," I smile.
"Oh yeah, Irene and I finished our dance routine," Nayeon chimes in with a giggle, her mouth still full with a gimbap. "Chew your food, girl," Irene playfully rolls her eyes and continues, "But yeah, we did good.
We're so ready for our end-of-year exam. What about you, Jennie? You look like something's on your mind."
I take a deep breath, contemplating how to explain the coincidence of today. "You wouldn't believe who joined my class," I say, eyes wide, ready to spill the tea.
Everyone is staring at me in anticipation. "Spill it," Nayeon growls, her tone eager.
"Lisa," I announce, and there's a collective gasp. "Wait, didn't Rose say she was a great dancer? Why is she in the fashion class?" one of them questions.
"I know," I continue, opening my Yakult. "She is a good dancer, and like Rose said, she already has her degree. So, instead of pursuing a job in the industry, she wants to learn costume design.""Dang, she's super smart," Irene gasps. "Overachiever much?"
"Yeah, and that's not the worst part. My teacher decided to pair us up for the assignment," I reveal, watching their shocked expressions. Rose's eyes widen in concern.
