namjoon pov:
it was another regular day. i was sitting at the edge of a cliff, my legs dangling down. the wind was strong and there was a beautiful bird flying around where i sat. *record scratch, time goes back*
now lets go back to reality. i was actually sitting on the edge of my seat. that bird i was looking at was actually the one and only iseul. she sat in the corner of the room, quietly taking notes.
i liked the fact that she didn't acknowledge anything around her. she worked hard to be top student and she payed lots of attention in class.
while me on the other hand, i was surprised that the teacher didn't even say anything about me facing the other direction. i was completely zoned out. i had no clue what was going on. (a/n: legit me at school. thinking bout jimin and nammie instead of paying attention.)
i'm pretty sure my seatmate jisun was looking out for me bc he would always slightly tap me when the teacher would call out for students to answer his questions, but either way i wouldn't pay any attention.
and while i was just thinking about that i heard my name being called.
"namjoon! namjoon!" mr.yoo called out. i quickly spun around, pretending as if i was paying attention.
"okay namjoon, what's 1+1?" he asked me. i was so confused on what was going on. once i finally understood i slightly cringed at the question because i am super bad at adding. as if on cue i felt a tap on my leg. i looked down to see jisun pointing out 2 fingers and heard him whisper while making it look like he was facing the other way.
"i got you fam."
i nodded then yelled out the answer proudly.
"wow, really namjoon. it took you that long to answer what 1+1 is? we aren't even doing math right now! i even saw jisun giving you the answer. pay attention and stop looking at iseul!" mr.yoo scolded me. i sunk down in my seat halfway embarrassed.
"HA! namjoon! YOU GOT TOLD BY THE TEACHER!" the dickhead i call best friend; jin screamed then started cackling like a hyena, making other students laugh. i rolled my eyes but it made me sink down more into my chair, now fully embarrassed.
"ok now seokjin, no need to make a ruckus, calm down." mr.yoo called out.
after mr.yoo started with his lesson again, i turned around to see how iseul reacted to the previous events.
to my surprise she seemed perfectly normal. i was even sort of wondering if she even heard what had just happened.
i sighed as i turned back around, finally paying attention to the class.
although every time i tried to keep my thoughts away from iseul, my mind always found it's way going back towards her. either way, the thought of her always made me smile.
iseul's pov:
5,4,3,2,1. RIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!
the bell rang signaling everyone that it was the end of the day. usually the teachers would be like "lmao sike y'all thots, the bells doesn't dismiss you, i do! AhAAA!" but that's not how it happens in our school. every little disrespectful student rushes out of the classroom before the teacher could do anything.
i pity the teachers for having such terrible and unmannered students. since me, myself and i being the good kid, i sat still. the teachers always appreciated my kindness towards them. but actually in reality, i wanted to throw myself out the window.
