fall. // yang jeongin

SPECIAL。一

a/n: be prepared for a very long chapter 🥰

"a folded paper moon like i'm wandering in-between; i better be around you."
— butterfly; loona

‣ shin ryewon

i sat in the lively yet dull classroom, staring aimlessly out of the surprisingly clean window next to me. not that surprising, i suppose, since they clean it everyday. i blew hot hair onto it, and started writing and drawing random words and small doodles. however, out of boredom, i started falling asleep.

"ryewon!" a whisper-shout and a shake on my shoulder jolted me awake, "mr. min is looking at you." it was my desk partner, also class president, nahye. since the cultural festival planning started, we've gotten closer. kind of nervous, since the festival is coming up in two weeks.

"shin ryewon. can you answer this question on the board?"

i took one look and thought, 'ah crap.' i felt a stare on me, and sure enough, as i glanced across the classroom, i saw my boyfriend's hopeful smile. yang jeongin; the boy who once tutored me, the boy who makes me laugh, the boy who makes me smile, the boy who makes me happy, and the boy who is now my boyfriend. saying it still sounds weird, not gonna lie.

with a rush of adrenaline and red cheeks, i solved the math problem. kind of. "the answer is seventeen," i said with the slightest bit of confidence in my voice.

mr. min paused for a moment, and gave a little smile, "very close. you forgot the negative sign. the correct answer is negative seventeen. but good effort, this was a hard question."

my mood went downhill very quickly. i really thought i had it. oh well. in any moment now, the bell should-

ding dong!

"okay class! don't forgot to review chapter five! have a good spring break! remember to prepare for the cultural festival! the school is going to be open, but remember to tell the homeroom teacher if you're using the classroom!"

everyone stood up and packed their things. as jeongin walked over, i gave him a tiny grin. "i swear, i never would've understood anything about math if you didn't tutor me."

that's right bitches. i passed term two with a solid 79% in math, saving me from the 'punishment' which mr. min told us about around two months ago. never figured out what is it, though.

as i was shoving my pencil case down my bag, jeongin received a call from the one and only han gowon. he clicked the answer button and put her on speaker mode.

"hello? gowon? what's up?"

"man, i'm beat. let's hurry to the arcade before it gets crowded. i'll call the others and tell them to wait at the front gate. i gotta go to the washroom first though. i'll wait for you there!" gowon said, all in one breath. honestly impressive. like, breathing who?

"you heard her. better hurry up," jeongin said as he helped me put my water bottle in my bag. i thanked him as we walked out of the now empty classroom together. as expected, the hallway was swarmed with students from multiple grades.

i'll for sure get lost, or so i thought.

"here, hold my hand," he reached out. i gratefully took his offer, and we pushed through the eager crowd.

as we walked down the endless stairs, i realized something: he didn't let go of my hand — he intertwined our fingers together instead. needless to say, my face was beet red when we met up with the others.

"you two are the cutest couple of the century, honestly," gowon commented.

"shut up. that was unnecessary." i sped up my pace, not wanting her to see my flustered expression.