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"yAH!"

"hOLY SHIT"

i turn around to see a flash of red jumping onto me and in a wave of panic, throw the only thing that i have in my hands right now, which are my skittles.

"oH FUCK"

" oH MY GOD JISUNG ARE YOU OKAY?"

"yeah, yeah." you say while groaning.

"well, at least you have something to eat now rather than just trying to chug milk with the boys." you look at me mortified

"iT IS A SPORT OKAY?!" you shout right into my face, launching some pieces of spit at me in the process.

"okay, okay. cmon, let's head to class you dumbo."

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