prism [ kim s.j ] ( fin )

† 15

     her forehead smacked on the metal table, vibrations felt from the other side.

     "what happened to you?"

     "i can't think." her warm cheek stung from the cold surface.

     "no one can think - it's monday dumbass." seokjin shrugged, grabbing a piece of her sushi. the chicken's cold.

     "your ass is dumb."

     "my ass is plump, thank you very much."

     "as plump as your belly." chin on the ledge, she looked up, squished cheek on her arm.

     he looked at her from the other side of the table, capping his water bottle. "are you PMS-ing or something?"

     "what are we, seokijn?"

     "what do you think?"

     "friends? yeah, friends."

     "acquaintances would be better."

     she ignored him comment on, still looking at him. soo kyu shimmied her headphones back in, scribbling loopy english chicken scrawls.

     seokjin had to drag her back to class, trying to decipher her droopy words.

     poor sushi.