well, my expectation of senior year didn't turn out so great. instead of sitting at the "cool kids table," or having a fanbase, or chilling with my entourage 24/7—basically ruling the school, i had the complete opposite.
yoongi and i, just us two, spent our years of highschool being normal kids. we started off the year just coming out of our awkward middle school stages.
and just to clear things up, there were no such things as silly kingkas or queenkas. sure, there were well known people here and there, but never enough to rule the school.
senior year was far from my expectations. i for sure did not pull up to school in an awesome red bmw, nor was i even popular. i spent my morning rushing to school, looking like a complete mess. why? because i spent the whole night prior doing my assignments.
my only free time? dancing. i was on the dance team, but no one really knew my name. occasionally, someone come up to me and compliment me, or insult me, or ask "hey, aren't you that girl that danced last week during the pep rally?"
yoongi, however, loves rapping. no one can doubt he's amazing. but, when i try to get him to dance...let's say it's not gonna look pretty.
anywho, enough about my boring backstory.
"hey jisu, you wanna come over today?" yoongi asked as we were walking off campus.
i nodded. "show me the new rap you were working on."
"for sure."
yoongi and i walked to his apartment, having a conversation along the way. well, i also live in that apartment, just not the same room, haha.
"let's stop by the convenience store and get some ramen, i'm hungry," i whined.
yoongi laughed. "okay, okay."
we paid for some ramen and ate it outside the store.
"it's so good!" i smiled. "ramen is always number one."
"hurry up, stop pretending you're in a commercial," yoongi crossed his arms, snapping me out of my fantasy.
yeah, i looked pretty stupid. sitting on the curb being scolded by my best friend while stuffing my face with ramen.
"o-oh, right," i laughed sheepishly.
