꒰ 𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆 \ ʲⁱʰᵒᵒⁿ ꒱ ·˚ ༘♡

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n e x t  d a y

SLOWLY, i dragged my feet to my classroom.

i spent hours watching bts videos last night, it's definitely worth the pain of tiredness.

i stepped into the room filled with desks and chairs, a blackboard at the front and a few shelves at the back.

i sat in my chair, ready to take a nap before classes start but there was something in the middle of my desk.

i picked it up, Nutella & Go.

joy replaced my exhaustion.

it was a small box of nutella on one side and weird sticks on the other, one of my favorite snacks.

on the bottom of the packet, there was a bright yellow post-it note.

you seemed pretty damn hungry

-your brother's friend ;)

i knitted my eyebrows in confusion.

which one of the hotties gave me this?

i shrugged it off and ripped the box open and peeling the aluminum packaging off.

"____! do i smell food?" my best friend, mina, shouted as she stalked towards me, sniffing the air.

my other best friend, ahn hyungseob, ran into the classroom. "did someone say food?" 

both of them looked at me with brows lifted.

fuck no. these losers of mine ain't getting any of my precious food.

i quickly hid the nutella snack behind my back even though i already knew they saw it.

they lunged at me, trying to steal my happiness right out of my hands.

"____, if you don't share some i'll throw a banana in your face." mina threatened. 

after spending ten years with me it's obvious that she'd know every one of my weaknesses. and one of my weaknesses is bananas.

"mina. you do that and i'm sending ugly pictures of you to jinyoung." 

mina has a huge crush on this guy with a tiny face. actually, loads of girls do, i don't get what the hype is all about. 

she froze. her grip on my arm loosened, "you're lucky i love you ____."

i then turned to hyungseob who was lightly pulling my hair.

"if you don't let me go i'll stab you in your sleep. i know where you live." i whispered the last part.

he gave me a look. 

i rolled me eyes, "okay, okay. i'm too nice to stab you so i'll ask samuel." 

hyungseob voluntarily let go of my hair and sat at the desk beside me with a pout on his face.

"don't you want to feed us? we haven't eaten in days!" both of them had their hands clasped together as if they were praying.

i scoffed, a smile on my face, "we ate donuts together yesterday."

in the corner of my eye i saw mr. nice hair looking at me.

and for some reason, my cheeks reddened.