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FEEL SO FINE 周娜美 ― ZHOU NAMI
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ZHOU NAMI IS, UNDER NO circumstances, a quitter, and quite honestly, never has been.
Not when it came to learning a new language and culture after moving from Shanghai to Seoul at the young age of eight. Not when it came to proving her parents wrong about how she would never amount to anything by being accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in Korea. Not even when it came to seeing who out of her friends could eat the most pizza in one sitting (spoiler: it was Nami, at a whopping 8 slices.)
And most definitely not when it came to Lee Donghyuck.
"What do you mean, you won?!" Nami explodes, her expression taut with fury and her hands thrown up in anger.
"I mean exactly that," Donghyuck bites back dryly. "I won."
"Like hell you did!" Nami scoffs.
"Obviously, I was the first one here, so I'm the one who won."
Donghyuck rolls his eyes. "Don't try to lie. We both know I'm the one who got here first."
"No," she enunciates slowly, her eyes wide and condescending. "You didn't."
"Mark, will you just tell him that I won so we can be done with this?" Nami says finally, exasperated.
Mark Lee looks up from the seat he has taken at his desk in the corner of the dorm room.
"What?" He sighs, not looking up from his Physics textbook.
"Will you please tell your idiotic friend that she did not win our race?" Donghyuck interjects rudely, and Nami sticks out her tongue at him in retaliation.
"'Friend?'" She gasps.
"I think you mean best friend!"
"We both know I'm Mark's best friend," Donghyuck says smugly, and has the nerve to smirk at Nami.
"Just because you two are dorm mates?" She laughs.
"Don't try to lie," Nami mocks tauntingly, smirking right back as she uses his words against him, before turning back to Mark.
"Just tell him that he wasn't the one who won our race either."
"Do you two mind," Mark interrupts, his lips drawn together in a thin, tight line. "I'm kind of trying to study here."
Nami waves him off with an eye roll.
"Study? We're in the middle of a crisis, your studying can wait!"
"Actually," Mark mutters under his breath, "it can't."
Nonetheless, he sets his pen down and turns to face his two friends.
"Does it even matter who won?" He asks. "It was just a scooter race."
"Of course it matters―" "Just a scooter race!―"
The two of them erupt in outrage simultaneously, and Mark reaches up to rub his temples.
"Never mind," he groans. "I shouldn't have even asked."
"Well," Nami sniffs lightly. "Since we can't seem to discern who won—"
"It was me, by the way," Donghyuck pipes up.
Nami glares at him before continuing.
"Since we can't agree, maybe we should let Mark decide the outcome of our race."
"Do I have to?" Mark pleads.
"Yes!" The two of them say at the same time.
"Loser has to buy the winner lunch for a week," Nami explains smugly.
"So just admit that I won!"
"Sweetie," Donghyuck stars, rolling his eyes. "Well all know that Mark is going to say that I'm the one that won... Because I did."
"Okay, okay!" Mark exclaims. "Enough bickering. It's like I'm friends with children, honestly..."
"So," Nami starts. "You've decided who won, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you're going with the obvious choice, right?" Donghyuck grins.
"I guess you could say that," Mark comments.
"So who is it?" Nami interjects.
"Who won?"
"I can't say for sure..." Mark muses.
"...So I'll just say it's a tie."
There's a moment of dead silence, as the two stare aghast at their friend. Then,
"B-But you―" Nami splutters. "Y-you have to choose!"
"Yeah," Mark nods his head thoughtfully, "and I did."
"Then who gets the penalty?" Donghyuck asks, eyebrows furrowed.
"Well," Mark says, a grin on his face as he wraps one arm around both of their shoulders.
"It looks like you both will be buying me lunch for a week, instead."
