going seventeen | seventeen

Chapter 10: Sunflowers

shitty update. really not in a good mood + school starts tomorrow and i'm still sick. sigh

—jiro
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"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," i cursed under my breath as the teacher walked back to the desk. "no fucking please," jihoon joked. when i shot a serious stare at him, he stopped laughing. the class started with a partner work. i hoped that we could choose our own partners but NO. it was randomly done, and hell yeah daein ended up working with me.

it took about half a minute of me just holding on to jihoon's wrist and begging him not to leave me while daein stood there waiting to take his seat.

"minseul, it's just a small seat work, i'm not going to disappear forever," jihoon laughed at me

"it's not like i wanted to be partners with you anyway," daein muttered, making jihoon turn to her, "hey, last time i checked, you weren't a part of this conversation. so fuck off."

"why are you cursing me so much ugh," daein rolled her eyes "at least give me a warm welcome, hoonie."

"warm welcome my ass, daein," jihoon replied then turned around to face me again, until daein slapped his behind and chuckled. jihoon's eyes widened and he raised his voice, "BITCH!"

"what's going on right there?" the teacher came back. oh god

"SHE TOUCHED MY BUM!" jihoon shouted "BITCH WHO TOLD YOU TO TOUCH ME!?"

"oh no no no, jihoon, i just 'warm welcomed' your ass!" daein started laughing hysterically, thinking that she's so witty. jihoon gritted his teeth and attempted to fight the girl but i caught his arms and pulled him away for a bit while the teacher just laughed at us. why the fuck isn't he doing anything? he's a teacher!

"mister lee," the adult called "calm down, you can't just freak out because of that. she's just a girl. just a girl, okay?"

jihoon looked confused, "what kind of justific—"

"on your seats, NOW!"

jihoon walked off to his partner with an annoyed expression while daein sat down next to me. a few minutes later we started to work on the activity. no, I started to work on it while daein sat pretty. freeloading on the first day. iconic wow someone give this lady an award.

"what are you doing, minseul?"

"....OUR seat work," i answered, putting emphasis on our. "i'm doing our seat work."

"oh, thought you were doing soonyoung," she joked

"wow you think that's funny?"

"minseul, you're still salty as ever," the girl flipped her hair, "you know i've changed. and if you're too bothered, then no, i'm not here to go break your precious seventeen. you can have them all you want, like the possessive bitch you are."

"i'm not like you, daein."

"whatever, just give me something to d—"

"it's done, you don't have to do anything anymore," i stopped writing on the paper and slammed it on her desk.

"damn, you really can't do well with partner works."

"yeah, daein, because i work well with others when they leave me the fuck alone," i said, standing up to make my way to our sucky teacher and excuse myself to go to the restroom. once i stepped out the room, i let out a huge sigh as i walked to the nearest comfort room and instantly bumped into someone who was running from behind.