Two weeks went by just like that, throwing hands and bickering, busy and booked with Jiae having to juggle student council work, her grades and the upcoming events at the university.
"Why did you call me here?" Jiae questioned their student council head, looking around on the basketball court.
"You didn't see the messages in the group did you?"
"I got my results," she offered as an explanation and Mark immediately knew what that meant. "Okay. Got it. But you still need to help with the VCR of the cheerleading team while I deal with the basketball team,"
A very evidently annoyed Jiae, gave him a curt nod and looked around again. The scorching heat from the afternoon sun gleamed annoyingly on to the field. There were a few people around in the benches watching the team practice, the sound of low chatter filling the area. She scanned through the basketball team members, Jeong Sungchan and Park Jisung, the twin towers of the team, Zhong Chenle their star player, Lee Jeno captain's right hand and-
She stopped her thought sequence as her eyes landed on a certain brown haired captain yelling hype terms at his team mates. And then came an instinctive eye roll; having to see him everyday must've made him more annoying to her eye. Jiae noticed how a few of the girls were here to watch the match that definitely weren't into the actual the game but into they guys.
She didn't get the point but then again the team had Yeonjun and Sungchan for fucks sake. Her eyes specifically met with a familiar face on the other end of the field.
She followed her gaze and realised she'd been staring at Mark. She didn't even try to hide her visibly disgusted expression. How could a person ogle someone who was openly known to be taken.
"By the way how's the song you're writing coming up?", Mark suddenly asked and Jiae felt her heart drop into the stomach. She has been really trying to create something new after Hana's fiasco but she had been so occupied and drained that her creativity could take her nowhere. She had nothing to specifically focus around to write a lyrically good enough song according to her own standards. Perks of being a perfectionist.
"Worry about yourself Lee, you have to write a whole ass essay for the year book,"
Soon enough, she took herself to the cheerleading team who were gathered in a corner of the open court.
Jiae greeted the cheerleading center, Chaeryoung. The two exchanged formalities before going over the positions, lighting arrangements and if anybody in the team had any issues with anything. She explained everything to Chaeryoung who thanked her and walked over to the group of girls dressed in green, white and navy blue- the colours of their university.
Jiae was discussing a few final details with the camera man when she locked eyes with a person that she particularly did not want to encounter. But she came up to her with a smile, putting her pearly whites on display.
"Student council work hmm?", Hana asked her so casually that it made Jiae's blood boil. But she had to be civil in public, unfortunately.
"Yeah," Jiae looked away.
She really didn't wanna deal with this right after her fucked up results (according to her) and with her uterus bleeding her to her demise. The fact that she'd have to go home to share her room with her insufferable roommate made her mood worse at the mere thought of it.
"Are you still mad at me?"
This made her head shoot at Hana's direction. Mad? Mad? Does she really think what she did was that simple?
Jiae didn't even have a proper answer to give. Cause ever since the incident happened, two weeks prior to the start of the semester, she'd just been ignoring Hana. She never really struggled with confrontation but now simply didn't have the energy to. Hana already knew it all. It was sickening to Jiae that she was acting like she had no idea.
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Never | Lee Haechan
Fanfiction"Haechan, you can have any girl in the world but not Jiae. Trust me" Except he had her. And she was frustrated enough to let him have her. That's how they got here. / currently under editing because this was my first book- / enemies to lovers trope ...
