"Good morning everyone!" I felt the edge of my lips twitch into a smirk hearing the angelic voice of Chanyeol himself, as he walked inside the room, his guitar case swung across his shoulder and a small stack of envelopes in his hands. I would've made my way over, if only my hands weren't covered in clay.
"Good morning!" I replied right away, beating the others to it. Compared to classes, we were pretty quiet. And I didn't find anything wrong with that at all-- one thing for sure, we were the most attractive, too. In front of me, Lucas was a snob as usual.
As Chanyeol made his way to his table to place his things, I took the opportunity to hide the vase I was making for him by purposely blocking it. And Lucas being the irritating blonde he was, scoffed at my action, "You look like an idiot."
I looked up, "You're an idiot."
"Look, it doesn't matter anyways. What matters, is that this vase comes out as beautifully as me or him." I slightly tilted my head so he can see whom I was making the vase for, completely forgetting that I've told him the other day about my plan. "What do you think? Do you think he'll like the vase?"
"Don't you think it's too much?" he questioned, darting his gaze away from me and unto his work once again. Man, as constant as we did this, we probably make 5 vases every week. "You've liked him for what, 2 weeks?"
"It's 2 and a half," I defended, before cracking a smile. "Just kidding. It is 2 weeks. But come on, we're always making vases. I love doing this, but I might as well have a goal." I reasoned, giving him a look that made him click his tongue and shake his head in disappointment.
As we worked quietly, or maybe not, as I frequently brought up stupid topics, I couldn't help but think about what Uncle told me and the others when we were eating around the table. An immersion. Trust me, I had nothing against the people or the environment..
Okay, maybe I did have something against if I was going to be living with people I didn't know for a solid 3 days. And maybe I was quite against going somewhere I' wasn't comfortable with, but you couldn't blame me.. it's an odd fear I've developed.
"Hey guys, Chanyeol's got something to say." Mark, another handsome friend, spoke up as he motioned to the much taller male beside him. Unlike living with people I don't know, I had nothing against Mark's english. It was extremely casual, and sometimes.. maybe a bit too casual.
Chanyeol smiled shyly when all eyes landed on him. I couldn't help but smile when that happened. Because come on, he was adorable! He held up one of the envelopes he was holding earlier, and looking at it from a much better view, I realised that it was an invitation.
"Okay, so these past few weeks, we've all been pretty close." he started, his sly smile turning into a cute grin, "And I thought about throwing an acquaintance party for our whole batch. It'll be in Laria Auditorium this Saturday, starts at 5:30PM." he starts to personally hand everyone the invitation, and my smile grew wider as he walked over to me, until Mark started to help him and beat him to giving me an invitation.
"Here," Mark said. I sighed, mentally screaming in frustration and gently grabbing the invitation from him. Chanyeol handed Lucas an invitation, making the blonde look up, "Thank you for the invite, Chanyeol. But no thanks."
My jaw dropped hearing his reply, and I took his invitation from Chanyeol for him. "Come on, it'll be fun." Chanyeol insists. Lucas sighed, staying quiet for a while, before pursing his lips and shaking his head in decline again. "Aw, all right. But you're still invited." when the red-head stood up and walked away, I turned my head to Lucas.
"You're such a kill-joy.. on a whole 'nother level." I rolled my eyes and softly pushed the invitation to his chest. "What's with you?"
"I don't have time for parties," he states. "I have a test on Monday."
"We have a test on Monday." I repeat his words.
"I don't think you consider anything as a test," he shot back, making me groan in frustration. Really.. how could anyone be so.. antisocial? "You don't make decisions for me."
"Keep in mind, I'm not gonna stop helping you have more friends." I say, moving closer and poking his head. Before he even got to protest and complain about me touching his hair, Jaehee skipped over, Namjoon shortly following behind her.
"Hey!" she chirps, excitedly sitting beside me. It was unusual yet satisfying that most of the time, we would all finish our work almost at the same time. As now that her and Namjoon were now done with theirs, all I had to do was wait for my vase to dry.
"Hello." I replied, placing my hands on the sides of the potter wheel, before carrying it and placing it on a small table near the door.
"Ooh, I love that vase!" she compliments, following me. "You're not going to bring it home like the others?" she asked curiously. Unlike most of the time, her hair was tied into a braid today. Usually, she would have it in a ponytail.
"It's for Chanyeol." I winked, walking over to the sink and washing my hands. Namjoon scoffed, "Psh. You already like him that much?" hearing his words, I wanted to say, 'You just can't shut up?' but decided to stay nice and said: "Just a gift for being born so good-looking." instead.
"He probably doesn't even know your name," he teases, making me annoyed. When I was done washing my hands, and finally got face to face with the Kim, I huffed.
"He knows my name. We've talked, excuse me. And last time I checked, you didn't care." I replied right away. Lucas and Jaehee were probably used to our arguments now. Not an encounter where we haven't been spitting fire at each other. Jaehee sighed and proceeded to help Lucas with his equipments.
"Who said I cared? And I'm indirectly saying you should look out for yourself and him. I mean look at you, how could he possibly notice someone like you?" he cocked a brow, and I felt my blood boil. He really wanted to annoy me.. huh?
"Because," I started. "I'm such a beauty. I'm funny, I'm nice, I'm generally amazing!"
"Well for one, you always look like you wanna kill someone." he reasoned, shrugging. Unlike most of the time when we talked, he actually sounded like he meant this one. My brows furrowed: "What do you mean I look like I always want to kill someone?"
"It's quite true," Jaehee walked over, laughing awkwardly as I see Lucas behind her, washing his hands. "I mean, it's not a bad thing. It means you have a resting bitch face!" she said it as if it was one of the most magnificent things one can have.
I rolled my eyes, then turned to Namjoon again, "Look, it's not my fault I look like I want to kill someone. But I don't know, maybe I'm starting to want to kill you, too."
"You always sound like you want to kill someone, too." Lucas added, his voice startling, as he was behind me. I almost screamed, but thank God I managed to keep my cool.
"Well, sorry." I scoffed. Jaehee smiled warmly. "How do I present myself like I don't want to kill him.. then?"
She laughed softly and clicked her tongue, before giving me a thumbs up. "Don't worry. I've got you. We've got you. Just approach him nicely.. and most importantly, it may be hard for you.. formally."
_________________________________________________
Now, 4 things you've gotta get used to: Irina's silliness, her odd friendship with Lucas, Jaehee always having her back, and her and Namjoon's constant arguments.. we'll see how things work out for both of them!
I honestly really love Jaehee-- she's been in my 1st book, and I can tell that she has grown to be a loved character.. And I also want the same to be felt with Lucas, as he'll be quite important to our main character, too..
There are so many things in store for them. And I'm so excited. We will see quite a few foreshadowing concerning past and upcoming books.. I'm so excited how everything will turn out for our 4 friends!
I've also decided to expose my twitter.. because why not?
@ wonbyunilla ♡
As always.. enjoy the happy moments..
YOU ARE READING
EUPHONIOUS | knj. [COMPLETED]
Fanfiction"You shouldn't be kissing me when we're not together!" "Well then... let's be together." ♚ AWARDS: 1st place in ARTIFICIAL LOVE AWARDS.