Various Kpop GG Oneshots

haerin - notes in your locker

you can't seem to find your smile today.

that math test three periods ago might've been the hardest all year, you totally bombed that history presentation, you didn't talk enough during the socratic seminar in english, and all your other classes plain sucked for one reason or another.

"one more period man." your best friend encourages. "then you can go home and cry all you want."

"gee. thanks." you respond back sarcastically. "you always know what to say."

"yeah, i try. good luck in chem. we had a lab, by the way."

"yeah, of course we did. god forbid i get a single period to rest." you sigh heavily. "bye yeonjun."

"peace out, loser."

he opens to door to his class, and it quite literally hits him in the back as he walks in.

"i know the fucking kid that wore a full-zip batman hoodie like every week during sophomore year did not just call me a loser." you mutter angrily as you walk quickly to your last class, chemistry.

you take a seat at your lab table. you offer and awkward greeting to your lab partner. haerin? you shake your head. it's hard to remember her name. the girl practically never talks.

the bell rings, so you take out your binder and pencil case.

your teacher explains the lab, and you zone out. how important can it be? your lab partner seems like the studious type. she'll definitely pay attention.

you've been learning about acids and bases for a while, so supposedly the lab is about that. your lab partner is running herself ragged trying to do everything, and she stumbles on her own feet. you catch her before anything bad happens.

"hey, hey! i can help you. what do you need me to do?"

"n-nothing. please. just relax. really. i got this." she says with a few stutters.

and beyond all your expectations, the girl actually did it. she finished the lab with time to spare. she really was the studious type.

you smile. this period of rest was really what you needed.

just as the bell is about to ring, she picks up all the beakers and vials and walks over to the nearest sink to wash them out. you grab the glass tubes out of her hands and say "relax. i got that."

"r-really, it's okay-"

"haerin. shut it." you say with a smile. "it's the least i could do after you did the entire lab for me."

"oh... sure. thank you." she says softly.

you get a whiff of her perfume as she walks away.

a nice, pleasant vanilla scent.

you look around to see that you two are the only people left in the room, save for the teacher, so you quickly wash all the beakers and vials, and get your stuff and head out.

goodness, your backpack is heavy. should probably drop some stuff at your locker before heading home.

you place your backpack on the ground in front of you, and unlock your locker.

a pink envelope falls to the ground.

"huh?"

this isn't yours.

you open it.

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dear you,
i'm worried for you today. i didn't see you smile. i didn't hear you laugh, and it made me sad.