can you even make ramyeon?

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class had finished and i was in a particularly sour mood; everyone had gathered in the cloak room.
"i'm not a marvel fan myself, no." su-bin said to ten who nodded his head in agreement, whilst grinning at me warmly as i approached him.

i perched down next to him, tilting my head at su-bin.

"how can you not like marvel?" i shook my head, incredulous.

and, before i knew it, we were all in another heated argument which showed no sign of ending, until jaehyun banged his fist against the wall next to me, causing me to jump in surprise. he uttered something, something that certainly seemed to silence the others, before proceeding to leave.

grabbing my coat, i also headed home, laughing to myself as the rain began to pour. instead of dampening my spirits, it refreshed me and i let my hair run free, for once. i had this strange urge inside of me to run—running was how i always coped. unusually, there was something about sore muscles and burning lungs that made me feel better.

and so, i began to sprint home.

my gait wasn't elegant, but far from it, for anyone could hear my squeals of joy and the splashing of puddles as i ran down each street—it was as if i were releasing a huge wave of emotions, something i felt i needed to do.

i turned a corner and collided with someone. my head came into direct contact with their chest, and i gasped at the impact before lowering my gaze in chagrin. i couldn't even make eye contact with the poor soul, whom i was sure i'd bruised. i was about to briskly leave before my wrists were grabbed, i frowned—the grip was gentle, but firm. i looked up questionably and gaped; i tried to move back to wall but only brought him closer to me.

jaehyun eyed me up and down, his wet hair stuck to his forehead making me feel some type of way... at least, until i realised who exactly i just had to bump into.

i tried to squirm out of his reach, but it only brought his cold body closer—his fingertips lightly tapped on my wrists, and he locked our eyes in a somewhat intimate stare.

i coughed and looked away.

and at last, he finally spoke.

"gotcha."