𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

twelve 🗝

"Do you still have any tricks up your sleeve, Mr. Han?" Teacher Choi asked the moment he walked in the room.

Jisung smiles at Seji then back at the teacher, "I'll behave."

Jaemin turns around again facing Jisung, "Tell me you're not only doing this to get Seji's attention."

"My business, not yours, Na Jaemin so you better butt off,"

Jaemin faces Seji and frowns, "Are you seeing this?"

"Yes," Seji answers. "And I'm enjoying it."

Jisung smirked at Jaemin who just rolled his eyes, "Jaemin, zero. Jisung, one!"

"Okay, settle down," Teacher Choi says, tapping his pencil on the table.

Jaemin faced the blackboard again ignoring Jisung's teasing. Seji smiles at the two as the latter faced her and wink, making Seji fluster.

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"Move it, Hwang. We don't have all day." Chungha exclaims, pointing at the whole gym.

Hyunjin groans as he mops the floor, following Chungha.

"Uh, what's happening here?" Jisung arrived at the gym together with Seungmin.

Felix scratched his head, "They had a fight at our PE class so this is their punishment."

"I thought you're not in the same class with her?"

"We're not but during PE, Teacher Tuan requested Chungha to show us some sort of folkdance, then Hyunjin started to disagree and well, this happened," Felix explains, taking a picture of her sister as she scrubs the floor. "Mom is so gonna love this."

"When is she coming back by the way? Its been almost two years, right?" Seungmin asks.

"I don't know. She just sends us the money we need and Chungha's practically okay with it."

"Is she really?"

Felix sighs, "She chose to ignore it, Min. And being a good brother, I respect that. If she wants to talk about it, she talks. But if not -"

"If not, she lets it all out on Hyunjin," Jisung suddenly laughs, taking a video of the two who were running around the gym. Chungha was chasing Hyunjin with a broom while the latter keeps throwing the used towels on her.

Felix agrees, laughing with them, "Or she lets it out on Hyunjin, that's a fact,"

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"Can we talk?" Chan asked, blocking Woojin's path on his way home.

Woojin glared at him then looked down, "We have nothing to talk about, Chris."

Chan bit his lip. He figured how Woojin was serious about the situation since he never called Chan by his real name.

"Woojin..." Chan was about to take a step closer but he was stopped.

"Don't come any closer," Woojin warns, looking up at him. "Just don't. Okay? We have nothing to talk about. You should go, your training starts tomorrow and I don't want you to be late."

"I can stay here all night if it means getting to talk to you,"

"Chan, don't do this," Woojin pleads.

Before Chan could react, his phone rang again. It was one of the staffs of his talent agency.

"Answer the call," Woojin motions as he smiles at him, "Congrats, Chan. You deserve it."