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"Honestly, Biology can suck my ass."
The final bell had rung not too long ago, dismissing Chaejin and Haneul from their last class. Biology sessions were the ones Chaejin loathed the most. Screw Math being the most hated subject– she did not enjoy dissecting frogs to learn about the circulatory system.
"It wasn't that bad," Haneul prodded as they halted at Chaejin's locker. "You only threw up twice."
Chaejin flung open her locker. "I was on the verge of a third, but then Jongdae fainted because of all the blood and I had to laugh instead."
At the recollection of the memory, Chaejin and Haneul couldn't help but chuckle again. Finally finished unloading her stuff into her locker, Chaejin slammed it shut.
"Boo!"
Chaejin jumped in mock-fright. "Ah! A fuckboy!"
On the other side of her now closed locker stood Chanyeol, who just made a face at Chaejin for the insult. "I can't help being freakin' gorgeous." He then leaned up from his place on the lockers and started to walk past her. "Let's go, I don't have all afternoon."
"Wait for me outside, I'm coming," she called out after him before turning to Haneul, who had her mouth hung wide open. "What?"
"You asked Chanyeol for help?" Haneul asked in disbelief. "Chanyeol, the captain of the basketball team? The guy who is, quite literally, too cool for school?"
"You'd be pretty cool yourself if you stopped using words like "quite,"" Chaejin teased, laughing as Haneul hit her on her shoulder. "Yeah, I asked him for help. So what?"
"I just... I didn't think you guys talked," Haneul replied.
"I mean, we used to be close, but it's whatever now–"
"Chaejin!" Chanyeol shouted from the end of the hallway. "I'm turning sixty over here, let's go!"
With an annoyed sigh and a pat on Haneul's shoulder, Chaejin turned to face him. "I'm coming, you old bag!"
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"So the first thing we need to do is change your look."
Half an hour later, Chaejin and Chanyeol had found themselves in the mall. They could have been there in ten minutes, but thanks to Chanyeol's rusty blue pick-up truck – which had been a hand-me-down from his father – only being able to zoom along at a whopping zero miles an hour, it took much longer. Despite the fact that they had just entered through the front doors, Chanyeol was already issuing orders.
