art room

ii

jungha was not (really) planning to skip but as soon as she saw that it was a substitute who entered the rowdy classroom, she decided otherwise.

"jeon jungha?"

"here!" she called, a little bit too enthusiastically, before crawling down and exiting through the back door.

mina, the hot girl who sat near the back door, saw jungha slither through between the tables and giggled when jungha winked at her. as soon as she reached the door, she stood up and rushed out. through the corner of her eyes, she saw a familiar figure sporting a messy version of the school uniform: kim taehee, enter the class late.

if she wasn't late, maybe she would've asked her best friend to join her. the girl didn't really know where to go but it was always thrilling to skip classes. despite her skipping classes at least once a week, jungha still managed to get atleast in the top 10 in school because she was that talented and smart.

"hey." her friends not in class would greet her as she walked through the hallway with her shoulders high.

jungha nodded and hummed at the passerbys, sometimes even stopping to have a little chat. it went swell until she heard a familiar booming voice in the back of the corrirdor.

"jeon jungha, don't you have maths right now?"

jungha didn't even turn around, she ran with all her might, ignoring the principal yelling hey as she pushed through students. she turned around a corner, her white sneakers squeaking, and rushed into the corner underneath the staircase. her breath was heavy and her legs quivered slightly but she felt excitement building up in her chest. once she hears the familiar heavy footsteps above her, running upstairs, she exits the hole and enter the back door of the first classroom around the other corner.

she was quiet when she entered but the students sitting around the canvas stands at the back still looked at her weirdly but shrugged it off knowing it was jeon jungha. but a pair of eyes lingered on her.

and it belonged to the most prettiest person jungha has ever seen.

♡

it was jeon jungha. either you loved her or completely hated how she's good at everything. min yoonji, however, did not have an opinion.

she did like how jeon jungha sported a scar on her cheek and how her lips were always parted slightly. jungha was not only talented, but she was beautiful. oh, how bad yoonji wanted to paint her. once she entered through the back door, yoonji could not stop looking at her. and jungha noticed.

and smiled.

her lips curled up slightly, and there was a distinct light in her doe eyes.

"who is that?" ms han asked, standing up from her desk.

none of the students replied, not knowing whether to snitch or not. jungha stood up, somehow dripping in both confidence and awkwardness, from her crouching position and shot her hand up.

"it's me, ms."

ms han notices the girl and smiles sweetly, her crescent eyes behind the rectangular glasses glinting in purity.

"oh, well if it isn't ms jeon!" she exclaims placing her hands on her hips.

"skipping again?"

jungha shrugs, a mischievious grin playing on her face.

"well, try not to bother my students." ms han turns to the circle of students around the classroom and claps her hands.

"alright kids, bring out the palettes. we're continuing with the landscape coursework. next, we'll move on to portraits."

yoonji tried to continue painting lighter strokes on her canvas but she feels jungha creep up behind her, her breath warm. she turns around in her chair, her face tilting up to avoid smashing into jungha's stomach, to face jungha.

"yeah?" yoonji asks but immediately regrets doing so.

jungha's pretty lips part but the back door slams open. every student turns around to see their principal, his hands on his thighs as he bends down to take a breather. he points a finger at jungha.

"jeon-" breathe "jungha."

jungha didn't stay to hear the rest of it. she rushes out to through the front door and mr.han tries to say something but his throat is lodged.

ms.han goes up to her husband, a soft smile playing on her lips, as she whispers soothing things as she rubs his back.

"that gasp rascal."

"sh, it's okay sweetie. breathe in."

what a sweet couple.

"breathe out."