Insomnia// Jeerangz

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**Sarang's POV**

"I can't do this anymore! I quit!" I complained. I flung back in my chair letting my head hang off from the back of the seat. "I'm so tired!"

Jeemin tapped in front of me with her pencil. "Nope. You have to finish this worksheet then you can rest-- you have not even finished halfway yet. If you hurry up, I can probably start on the next chapter too."

I groaned loathingly, "My brain is dying though!"

She tapped again aggressively on the paper; "Less talking, more writing."

"Ugh. Fine." I stood up from my chair and began stretching my arms. Mercilessly writing and erasing my work was a secret workout and my arms were not trained for this marathon. I caught a lot of glances from the people around us, yet once I made eye contact, they turned their gazes away

I leaned into Jeemin and whispered, "Why are all these people looking at us? Do I have something on my face?"

Without batting an eye from her own homework, she calmly responded, "They must be fans. You've become quite a celebrity after your game I hear."

"I have? I mean... of course I have! I'm the great and amazing 'Fireball' of the Yonsei Women's Volleyball Team!" I exclaimed.

"Fireball~ remember we're in a library," she warned, "Be quiet."

"Right." I silently bowed to everyone around us for the disruption. "Jeemin, I'm sorry. Do all these people staring at us make you uncomfortable?"

"Why would I be uncomfortable? They're looking at us because they like you-- nothing wrong with being a fan. Besides, it's not like they're looking at me."

"R-right," I acknowledged. "By the way, what are you doing after this? Shall we... eat?"

"Just finish your homework."

Barely scribbling on my paper, my mind still blank, I wondered, "So... what are you gonna do this weekend?"

"I'm going to volunteer with my friend at an elderly home."

"Volunteering? How noble of you. I never expected Jiyoon to be the type to volunteer to be honest," I remarked.

"Oh, I'm not going with Jiyoon. I'm volunteering with my friend Jungwon."

"Jungwon? Isn't he the Student Union President?" I asked.

"That is correct. And that..." she pointed at the question I just finished solving, "...is incorrect."

I angrily erased my pencil markings. "Can't I just finish this tonight? I wanna sleep!"

"Sleep? You're going to need to wait 5 hours for that, fireball~" she teased.

My head slumped into my hands, "Hmph. You're annoying! You didn't even notice I'm wearing this bow again!" I aggressively pointed at the Yonsei-embroidered bow fit to the side of my hair.

I watched as her hand went to rub the back of her neck almost as if it was an instinct, "Oh, t-the bow... yeah I noticed."

I got up in her face again, "Do you like it? I wanted to experiment on where I put it on my hair. I can't be wearing a ponytail every game right? Does it look good here too?"

She slammed her book shut. "Y-yeah. L-l-let's call it a day here."

My eyes lit up, sparkles flew behind her, like a heavenly light shone on her, "REALLY? I'M DONE TODAY?"

"Y-yeah." I felt the soft eraser butt of her pencil jabbing lightly at my forehead, "It seems like you've had enough that your brain has turned to mush."