i huff as i sit down, of course, next to you. "hey jisung."
"yeah?" you reply.
"do you have any chocolate milk?" i ask.
"oH HELL NO" you yell, catching some attention from others.
"w ha t?" i question in wonder.
"i am nOt sharing my chocolate milk with you" you say in a matter-of-fact voice.
" *whispers* bItChAsS" i say realizing that you really won't give it to me.
"wHAT DID YOU SAY SHORTIE?"
my eyes grow with anger knowing that you know that i hate that name yet you still said it. out of rage, i jump at you with my unkempt nails aiming at your face. just as i am about to hit you, a strong pair of hands grab my waist.
"dude, jisung, you know she hates that name, and hwayoung, calm tf down you midget," a familiar voice says before i interrupt him.
"jUST BECAUSE IM SHORTER THAN YOU GUYS DOES NOT MEAN IM A MIDGET, HYUNJIN" i shout, earning a few glares from other classmates.
ooh hyunjins nOt the bad guy here
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skittles || h. js
Hayran Kurgulowercase intended fluff, crack fic "remember when i gave you those skittles?" "you threw them at my face."
