Origami • GOT7 Jinyoung

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"Yah, Park JinYoung! Aish..." I mutter under my breath as I send a text to the boy sitting at the very front of the classroom, calmly folding a paper crane. I didn't want to face him after tripping while running away last week so I got his number from someone who apparently knew him.

I watched the logo under my message indicate that it was already sent and I'm pretty sure the guy had his phone somewhere on his body, but he didn't budge. I was stuck in this stupid class again and my partner hasn't told me a thing yet about what we were supposed to do.

Other pairs were already seated beside each other, some talking animatedly while some still looked awkward. We were the only ones who were seated far from each other - him at the very front and me at the very back near the doors.

I was still deciding whether to go sit beside him or keep texting and hope he looks at his phone when the teacher entered.

"Good afternoon, class. Are you ready for your reports?"

Most of the partners talking animatedly earlier answered in a chorus. The teacher, obviously pleased that at least some of us were getting along well with our partners, smiled and called out the names of the first two reporters. They stood up, went to the front of the room, and animatedly told a story about first meetings and first impressions. All the while, I was still clueless about everything. I didn't even know there was a report!

I promptly typed a message into my phone, staring holes into my partner's back, willing him to check his phone.

To: Project Partner
YAH! What's happening?! I have no idea what I'm going to say when it's our turn! Why are they talking about their freaking first impressions of each other?! Yah! PICK UP YOUR PHONE!

I clicked send and got even more irritated when he turned to look at me with a small smile. I knew he was receiving those messages! This jerk is seriously getting on my nerves. Before I could mouth a curse at him though, he turned around and returned to folding another shape - I think it was a star this time.

I gave up on trying to get him to tell me something about what this project was all about and just sat back in my chair, looking over again at the school courtyard. Two could play at this game. If he didn't want to tell me, then he can go and report by himself.

A couple of other people reported before I noticed that all of them were boy-girl pairs. Before I could assess the situation though, I heard my name being called. I stayed seated, a small smirk on my lips, and watched him stand and fix his clothes. I raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him to report by himself but my smirk fell at what he did next.

Smiling shyly, he went towards the back of the room while keeping his gaze on me. A few snickers and catcalls came from our classmates at what he was doing. When he reached my seat, I was already listing the possible plans he could have for doing this.

"What are you doing?," I hissed at him, giving him a sweet smile so the teacher wouldn't notice.

Without answering, he held out his hand to me and nodded towards the front of the room.

"It's our turn to report, Kang MiJin-ssi. Would you mind coming with me?," He asked, a twinkle in his eye at the act that he was doing.

A silence fell over the room with everybody holding their breath to hear my answer. I planned on making him report alone but now I needed to go with him or else everyone's gonna think I'm a cranky prick. Manipulative jerk.

Grumbling under my breath, I took his hand and gritted the words under a fake smile, "If you try to pull something weird, you're gonna be dead after this, arasseo?!"

"Just trust me, ok?" He whispered to me before straightening up and directing a question to our teacher.

"I apologize, ma'am. Kang MiJin-ssi is still a bit shy so I'll be doing most of the talking today. Will that be alright?"

Still holding my hand, he pulled me towards the front of the room. I think I heard a  'way to go, man!' and a few giggles on the way. Feeling myself turn red at the misunderstanding, I stared at the floor.

"Well... sure, JinYoung-ssi. How about you report the next time, MiJin?"

I just nodded, wondering when the hell this guy's going to let go of my hand. I had the urge to bite his arm off.

"Annyeonghaseyo. I am Park JinYoung, and this is my partner Kang MiJin." He bowed formally, tugging at my hand so I'd do the same. "I'll start by telling you when I first saw her, and my first impression of her."

"I'm not sure if hers is the same, but the first time I saw her, it was in a practice room at the Performing Arts College." He shared, and it made me look at him with narrowed eyes.

"She was wearing a loose blue shirt, my favorite color, and I immediately thought that I wanted to be closer to her" He laughed, "She had a dance class that day with JYP and she danced so well. She really left a lasting impression with me so I approached her after that class."

Some of our classmates were laughing at the absurdity of meeting two Park JinYoung's in one day. He chuckled softly and I wanted to run away and hide from what he was going to say next but he was still holding my hand tight.

"But of course, the most memorable thing that happened at our first meeting... was meeting her all on its own. Something like... pre-destined fate?" He suddenly cut his story short and I raised my head, looking at him with wide, questioning eyes.

I was glad that he decided not to mention me assuming that he was flirting with me and that I tripped and fell trying to run away from Hyemi, but the cheesiness really made my fingers and toes curl. And for some reason, I felt like he must have an evil plan behind keeping all these things a secret.

"And that's all, ma'am." He was back to his formal, irritating self. "Maybe Kang MiJin-ssi could just write hers down so she won't have less of a grade, ma'am? I'll make sure she submits it to you by tomorrow."

"Why, thank you, JinYoung. That was a nice report and I'm sure MiJin is feeling quite lucky to have you as her partner. MiJin, I'll be at the faculty lounge tomorrow to wait for your paper, okay?" The teacher said with a small wink at JinYoung, probably thinking that the guy liked me now that his report was done. Ugh, what is it with this class that seemed to exist just to annoy me?

"Nae, saem." I said politely with a small bow.

"Okay, class is over for today. The other couples, I'll be expecting your reports next meeting, alright?" The teacher announced as I went back to the back of the room. I still refused to look at the faces of my classmates so I kept my face down.

"Make sure to pass your paper, alright?," a voice said behind me and I jumped. I didn't notice that JinYoung had already taken his bag and followed me back to my seat.

"What's it with you?" I turned around angrily and faced him. "A while ago, I kept texting, asking you what we were supposed to do but you didn't even look at your phone even though you knew I was texting! Now you come and tell me to pass my paper like you're THAT worried about my grades? I'll handle it myself, so mind your own business."

"But, MiJin-ssi, I don't have a phone." He quietly told me, looking all confused and lost again just like when we first met last week.

"Oh."