Mr. Pride and I | jjk x llm

15

-Lisa-

The teacher haven't arrived yet, and most of the class was already here. Which is quite reasonable since the bell rings at seven thirty and it was still seven fifteen.

There were other students that weren't in their seat, some maybe talking, which is most likely. And some were just not in the room, maybe with their friends form other classes, or they just went to the bathroom—their bags that sat still on their chair told me they were here already. But even though not all of the students were here, the noise was still so loud as the other days we were complete in this class and making noise—well, except for me and a few others.

The noise made my headache and I felt like jumping at the nearest window. I wanted to talk to Jennie about the questions I had lingering in my mind, but I knew better. Even so, I knew at the moment wasn't the right time to ask because once again, she was writing on her notebook.

Most times when the teacher gave us free time, I would look at Jennie and see that her nose was always stuck to the yellowish pages of her thick notebook. And it made me curious, which is bad because I have been ever since day one in this school, but now, more. And you know what they say, curiosity kills the cat.

And what bothered me the most was, I think I am the cat.

Annoyed and with a head aching, I took out my very own notebook I treasured too much that if I lose it, just no.

I buried it in the secret pocket of my bag, just because. But even though I know, who would be so interested in the notebook Lalisa Manoban treasured so much? Most probably, no one. Still.

I opened the notebook, not forgetting to outline the Magnolia flower etched on its surface.

I opened it in a random page and my mouth gaped.

-to make a story between a certain boy and a girl in my school

I had written it here in the first day of class and just then the thoughts came running back into my head, and I didn't like it.

I wanted to do this, but how?

I'm not even sure what's the name of the girl, nor do I know where to start when, to begin with, there's nothing I can even start with. But I knew I wanted to do this, so I set up a deadline for myself.

Last day of school, Lisa.

A voice in my head then told me,

Lalisa, if you don't know what to start with, ask.

And it was right, but I wasn't gonna do that, at least not yet. Because slowly starting to be in the situation was now the second to the last thing I wanted, the last, was  to make it worst without knowing if I am included in this.

However, I suddenly felt that writing this story was wrong. Neither Jungkook and the girl would know someone had been stalking them and writing about them, and that's horrible. I feel like a betrayer.

A few minutes passed, three, I think, my thoughts were already set aside and I felt calmer than a while ago. The seat beside me was pulled back and the sound of the metal feet of the chair, scratching the tiled floor made me feel like fainting.

I looked to my side, only to see Jungkook staring at his table, smiling oh-so innocently he could fool you into thinking he actually is. He was catching his breath and his cheeks were quite red, a picture I never thought I would actually see of him.

"You look like a love-sick fool," I said and followed it with a shy chuckle.

For the past few days, me and Jungkook have been engaging in useless conversations I know he would soon forget, because I know I won't. That is why talking to him now was less harder.

But of course, I kept in mind what Jennie had said, that is why in other times, I kept my words short, until it was nothing. In other times, I needed to answer because I found his humor hard to resist. In other times, he may or may not be flirting with me, of course, I've heard what he's like and I wasn't surprised. But I won't judge him based on other people's opinions, at least not now, that is why I let him talk to me, as if that makes me someone important, which I know I am not.

He then faced me, his cheeks turning into a darker shade finding that my eyes were glued onto him and saw his state. And then, the thought of the girl came in mind again.

He looked away, clearing his throat and fixing his expression into a serious yet amusing one before finally facing me.

"Why not a love-sick puppy?" He questioned me, smirking. Which he often does.

"You don't look like a puppy, but more of a bunny," I replied, closing my notebook, remembering what I had written which might lead him to asking me about it if he sees it.

"Then, why call me a fool?" He asked again, acting as if he was hurt.

"It's more understandable and reasonable," I replied, this time it was me who was smirking.

Gosh, how am I really this comfortable with him?

His eyebrows furrowed and I held in a laugh.

"I am not a fool, you know?  For your information, Lalisa, I am a very smart boy. I can even do your homework for you," He crossed his arms over his chest and sat back in his chair.

"Oh, really? Then please do so."

"Sure!  Gladly, even."

I knew he wasn't serious, but I secretly hoped he actually is because that meant less homework for me. For the past few days, I already got that Jungkook really is a smart boy. His test papers were always a perfect A and I wanted it. Yes, I do get my good days, but some had that stupid dash beside it that I hated.

Suddenly, Jungkook's smile was brought down as his eyebrows furrowed once again. Maybe, because of his thoughts? Maybe, but I don't know what he was thinking and I wanted to know.

Fuck curiosity.

I cursed in my head.

"Ah, Lalisa. You're friends with—"

Jungkook wasn't able to finish whatever he wanted to say because finally, Ms. Im arrived. And at that moment, I hated her a little, because now, I feel like curiosity is starting to kill me because of Jungkook's unfinished sentence.

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Hello!!

So, I was gonna update this yesterday, but I didn't want y'all to be distracted when streaming the ddu du ddu du MV so...

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that's now my favorite line next to my heart boom boom.

So yes, I thought I was gay when I watched the MV. And then I realized, I really am gay when it comes to blackpink.

Thank you for the support once again!

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*so I reread the other parts of my book and saw that there were differences when it came down to Lisa's personality here in the story, like in 02 I placed that Lisa hates math, please know that that's a misunderstanding, I think because in another chapter I said she's fine with math because thats when I started really forming her personality here in the story, so if any of y'all are confused, I'm sorry. It's because I tend to forget things and yea.

^that was long