JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF NONE
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"Is this it?"
My eyes scanned down the finalised name list of the Junior team.
"I suppose?" Taeyong rocked on the back two legs of his chair to peer over at the semi-crumpled paper in my hand.
"Who's Lee Minho again?"
"The one with earrings," Taeyong responded dismissively.
"Isn't that Jeon Jungkook?" my brows furrowed.
"Err, no. The black-haired one."
"That's more than half the Asian population, Lee. Be a little more specific," I rubbed a hand over my face.
"Chan's friend," Taeyong clarified, a tad bit annoyed.
"Chan's what who- Oh right! The one who wore stripes and has a scar on his stomach?"
"That's straight up creepy, Yeon," he gave me look, "Why were you even staring there?"
"It wasn't on purpose," I raised my hand in surrender, "His shirt just rose up when he did a dunk and I just so happen to see it."
"Just say you're thirsty and go, babe," Taeyong teased, nudging me lightly, "You liked what you saw?"
"I've seen better," I shrugged, looking away awkwardly.
"Thanks, Yeon," he sang out.
"Not you, obviously," I denied immediately, "Have you seen Dong Sicheng? Now, that's a sight."
His expression soured instantly, "What's so special about him?"
"Have you seen his abs?"
"No?"
"Yeah, me neither," I grinned, as Taeyong let out a loud exasperated sigh.
"You're wasting my life."
"I'm not sorry."
"Apology not accep- Wait what?"
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A hand tapped my shoulder gingerly.
"If you're here for your apology, Yongie, you're getting no-" I begun exasperatedly without turning back.
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