"You guys have until next Monday to finish your projects, so continue working on them," the teacher announced, and I groaned as chairs scraped the floor and people began to move around.
Bitna appeared right at the desk beside me, holding the half-finished tree trunk in her hands.
It looked well done until the sight was ruined by her opening a container and taking out the pieces I had done.
"You're going to have to redo these," she said, holding a bunch of the askew petals in her palm, "they're not curved the right way."
"Yeah-h," I said, bashfully taking a new block of clay to restart the petals. She dumped the flawed petals into a box beside her and began to work as well.
Just be calm and you'll be fine.
"And try not to look like you're going to explode," she commented. I turned my head to her, and she was already focused on the trunk, but a smirk was present on her face.
"You haven't changed one bit, have you? Still a nervous wreck no matter who you're with," she continued as she molded the clay between her fingers, her malevolent eyes meeting mine. The petal I had been molding before folded in my palm as my fingers curled up.
"I see you haven't changed either. Still a crooked mess no matter what you do," I responded, and she gasped, yet a giggle slipped from her mouth.
"I see you've grown enough to talk back," she said, pulling out a sculpting tool to make details on the trunk.
"You're becoming just like your best friend," she said, and a heavy sigh escaped from my mouth.
"And is that a bad thing?"
"I mean I guess not, if you like being a 놈," she stated, shrugging her shoulders.
My jaw clenched, and pieces of clay that were in my hand fell in tiny pieces on the desk.
"Don't you ever say that bullshit about my friend, you hypocrite," I said, straining myself not let go and start shouting, "Who the hell do you think you are? A queen?"
Her head instantly turned to face me, and I noticed the color of her face darkening as she spoke.
"Who do you think you are, saying this shit to me? Don't disrespect me like that," she hissed, and I could see her fist was tightening as well.
"Are you retarded? Do you not realize all the things that you've said and done to me?"
She dropped the tools in her hand, the metal clattering on the wooden desk.
"Jeon Jungkook, I, I can't stand you anymore! Stop fucking talking, since it's what you do best," she exclaimed, her voice rising beyond the volume we were in. Her sentence attracted the attention of the other people sitting around us, their heads tilting and ears straining to listen to our argument.
I was hit with a ball of shock, her venomous words washing over my brain like a tidal wave. As the water began to secede, the flowing anger that was swirling through my body instantly replaced all other emotions.
I snapped.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do! You're not a commander, so stop acting like one, you stupid-"
"Is there a problem over there?"
The absence of sound was a quick as a lightning strike, the voice of the art teacher only a few meters away encompassing the entire classroom. His question managed to make the foul words that were spilling from my mouth file right back under my tongue.
I glared at Bitna, and she glared at me, her face scarlet and mouth tight-lipped.
She knew as well as I did that if someone said something about what we said to each other, the pile of past insults would never stop. Neither of us wanted the whole classroom of curious students to know what was going on, especially the teacher of all people.
It was much deeper than they could understand.
So, we opted for the simpler response.
"No."
A/N: I'm just going to say that writing chapters 19-22 was great. I hope you liked them as well.
also, jeongguk snapped. it's serious.
+ i'm not explaining what the word bitna said means for literary purposes and because you'll find out in the next chapter. unless you know korean then you already know skskskns.
[i mean you could also use google translate if you don't sknsknksnk but it's better to wait. trust me. ;) ]
++ how tf did this get 900 reads if we get to a thousand before my birthday i will scREAM-
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