Kissing Booth (김남준)

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"One more important thing, students! You are to build this rocket only with the materials I provide you!" Mr. Choi announces, causing some students to groan.

Damn, I feel bad for the creative geniuses who probably came up with a bunch of awesome game plans before this announcement was made.

"The materials will be handed to you, and if you mess up, you will not be able to get more materials. Good luck, and may the best rocket win."

Why is he making this sound like the Hunger Games? It's not like I'm going to die if my rocket moves only one foot in the air.

But at least having some restrictions allows me to use my weak brain to a fuller capacity as I try and think of some possible designs.

Namjoon receives a large plastic bag with a few sheets of cardboard, some superglue, and a fuse attached to a fuel thing which will be lit later.

According to the teachers, we're not supposed to open the bag until we have a legit game plan, which makes sense since we can't get refills on supplies.

"Okay, Joon. I bought you ice cream yesterday so you're telling me something on that mind of yours."

"My mind is telling me that one day of treating me won't do the trick," he scoffs. "Also, Joon? Seriously?"

"Fine then, how about Joonie?"

"Y/N—"

"What? You call me babygirl and I don't complain."

"You don't. You seem to like it, do you?" A smug smirk makes its way onto his handsome face.

"We're getting side tracked, Joon. This rocket isn't going to design itself."

He rolls his eyes. "So I was reading some books on airplane design and stuff—"

I cut him off when I start laughing. "You read a book about airplane design?"

"Yes, because unlike you, I want to get a good grade on this project."

"Hey! I do too!"

"Really? Because you didn't put any outside work into it."

Oh, snap. He has a point there.

"As I was saying, geometric fins seem to be the most effective for subsonic aircrafts, so maybe we can start with those," Namjoon says as he takes out a paper and pencil and draws his design.

I relied on the sketch, since half of the words he said sounded like sophisticated language, which wasn't my forte.

It looked like an incomplete kiddie rocket set, so I was skeptical for a second.

"Also, most of these aircrafts have parabolic nose shapes, so we could include that as well."

Now, it looks like a silo with fins at the bottom. At this point, I was just nodding to make it seem liked I understood whatever he was saying even though I really didn't.

"And that's it. There's not really much else to it."

There is, actually, my brain trying to process all this information and tell me how shitty I am on working with other people.

"Okay, we just have to give this to Mrs. Lee for approval," Namjoon says, taking the paper and walking up to said teacher.

He came back in literally no time. "That fast?" My ears perk up.

"Yeah, but since she wants everyone to have equal time building it, we have to wait a week or so."

Phew! At least my brain will get a break in that week.

"So what do we do in the meantime?"

"We get to know each other."