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leehan - smart but not really pt. 1

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"argh, how am i going to write my notes?" you groaned while looking at your injured hand.

you happened to burn your hand while you were helping your mum yesterday. you had your hand wrapped up because of it, you're still able to write but you didn't know if you could keep up with the pace.

you stopped looking at your hand and took out your notes. while you were revising your notes, leehan walked into the class.

he was about to walk to your place to pick on you but he changed his mind when he saw your hand being wrapped up.

leehan and you were the well known academics rival in your school. you two always fought for the first place, it's either you or him, no one else.

you hated it when he always teased you. you still remember the time when he teased you for answering wrong an easy question. plus, he always called you "goldie" because your cheeks puffed up like a goldfish whenever you're annoyed.

what happened to her?

he sat on his seat and took out his books, since his seat was in the corner while yours was in the middle of the room, he could easily see you.

"y/n, what happened to your hand?"

his ear perked up when he heard someone asked you, he was curious how you injured your hand.

"oh, i burned my hand, no worries."

she burned her hand?

everyone went back to their seat when the teacher came in. he took a glance of you, you were frowning while touching your injured hand.

is she able to write her notes?

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during the class, you were trying your best to write down the notes that your teacher was giving but you eventually gave up because they were talking and writing way too fast.

you sighed and let go of your pen, you were getting stressed because you probably couldn't write any notes for the next few days.

leehan stopped writing for a second and looked at you, only to see you frowning while looking helpless at your notebook.

she must be stressed

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the day went by, you barely got any notes but you managed to understand the lesson.

you didn't want to borrow your classmate's notes because you thought it'll be bothersome to them.

while you're packing your things up, you suddenly thought of someone. turning around, you saw leehan was already gone.

"weird, he didn't pick on me today," you mumbled, grabbing your bag and left the classroom.

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"what should i do?" you kicked your feet while laying on your bed.

it was nearly evening, your mum was in the kitchen preparing for dinner. just when you were about to close your eyes, the doorbell rang.

you sat up from your bed and thought it was some delivery or something.

"y/n, come downstairs!"

you slightly flinched when you heard your mum called out your name.

you went down and boom, leehan was standing at your doorway.

what the hell?

"uh, how did you get here? and why?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. "i asked mrs kim for your address and i wanted to give you something, goldie," he shrugged, handed you a bag.