REQUESTED "in a few minutes, you'll forget your own name."
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1:27 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 ↻◁ II ▷↺
y/n pov
the door to the study room slams open, and i stride in, only to freeze mid-step. of course, renjun got here first. he's seated at the far end of the long table, completely taking up the space with his notes and books scattered in an organized chaos that only he could decipher. a few of the library's most prized reference books—ones i had planned to use—are already stacked neatly by his side. typical. he probably swooped in right after our professor sent the assignment, just to piss me off. and it's working.
"planning to leave any resources for the rest of us?" i snap, letting the door swing shut behind me with a thud that echoes in the silence of the library. with the door closed, the room makes me feel a little claustrophobic, probably caused by its lack of windows and dark walls. renjun looks up slowly, annoyingly calm, as if my presence doesn't faze him in the slightest. his lips curl into that infuriating half-smirk that he knows drives me up the wall. "if by 'the rest of us,' you mean you, then no, i wasn't planning on it. but you're welcome to whatever's left." he goes back to his work as if i'm not even worth the energy of a full-fledged argument. he's always so infuriatingly composed, while i feel like i'm constantly one step away from strangling him. i hate how he gets under my skin so easily, how he always seems to win these little battles between us without even trying.
i huff and drop my bag onto the table with a loud thud, causing his pen to roll off the edge. i catch the flicker of irritation in his eyes and feel a small surge of satisfaction. good. i pull out my laptop, slamming the lid open, and start typing furiously. i don't even know what i'm typing; i just need to drown out the smug aura that renjun is radiating from across the table.
our professor assigned us into groups of two for a project that's going to make up 50% of our grade this semester. he claims that the making of the pairs was random, but no one's fooled. he loves pairing renjun and me up because we're his best students. "he probably jerks off to our research papers." renjun once said jokingly, the only time in his life that something funny left his mouth. so despite the fact that we absolutely despise each other and that our love language is competing to prove who's better at literally any given chance, you best believe i'm taking this project seriously. the moment the email reached me, i threw my hair into a messy bun and sprinted to the library. but of course huang renjun had to make it before me, and that while looking impeccable.
