fall. // yang jeongin

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"i got tired, i went crazy, i'm gonna leave, get out of the way."
— travel; bol4

‣ shin ryewon

as i was trying my best to solve math equations with jeongin, i suddenly had a genius idea.

"hey jeongin," i called casually, "do you like math?"

he stared at me, "what the...uh...no?"

nice.

"me neither. in fact, the only number i care about is yours."

his face blanked out, as he let out a long sigh, "nice try, but you already HAVE my number."

...oh.

"pshhh, whatever, it was a joke," i glared at the trash can, "anyway, you just had homeroom right? because they called for a special meeting or something?"

he nodded, "yeah. the teachers wanted to talk about the up-coming cultural festival. each class had a representative and we drew lots to see which activity we're going to be doing. nahye went for us and got haunted house. they're spending the rest of the period working on it."

"hell yeah!" i raised my fists up, "which role did you get?"

he sighed, "i got distracted and ended getting the ghost. you did, too."

my eyes glistened, "that's good. then i can go around and scare the heck out of people."

he gave me a look, "seriously?"

"of course," i flashed him my signature crooked grin, "oh, and how about--"

"if you're wondering, jisung's class, also gowon's, got maid cafe," he replied nonchalantly while reading his book.

slightly annoyed in a friendly way, i pulled his book out of his hands, and stuck my face in front of his.

"stop reading," i stared, "i wanna go back to the class. you're boring."

jeongin looked up, let out a deep breath, and put his book away, "we don't need to go back, since they're only planning right now. if you're bored, then do your math."

oh no. i made him sad.

i pouted, "sorry sorry. please teach me then?"

he laughed, "you actually fell right into my plan! how dumb. now, let's do math."

i let out an exaggerated gasp, "you piece of shi--"

"now now, who's tutoring you again?" he gave me an evil grin.

fuck you.

i was about to give him my comment when suddenly, someone opened the door to the library.

"there you guys are! sorry to interrupt you two," min nahye, the class president, stuck her head in, "but we need you two to come back since we want to test something out."

jeongin and i looked at each other, stood up simultaneously, and followed her to our classroom.

as we stepped in, we saw the ultimate chaos; drops of different coloured paints everywhere on the cardboard-covered floor, materials all over the place, and our classmates laughing their asses off.

sigh. this is gonna be a long ass ride.

sorry guys for not updating! here's the chapter for this week~ stay comfyyy