Minjeong's POV
I put on my white sneakers, as I walked out of my apartment, slunging my sky blue bag over my shoulder and–
"Good morning!"
"Oh, shit!", I flinched in shocked with my hand on my chest.
"Yah! Can't you just greet people properly and not popping out of nowhere like this?", I nagged, hitting his arm.
"Um, sorry. I won't do it again," he smiled, raising his right hand, eagerly oathing in front of me.
"Anyway, what are you doing here?", I asked him, as we both head to the elevator.
We both stepped into the elevator, and just when the door was about to close, a very familiar figure managed to squeeze himself into the elevator.
"Yeonjun?"
"Yah, Jeon Minjeong! You didn't even wait for me, huh.", Yeonjun glared at me, crossing his arms against his chest sulkily.
"I forgot about you when I saw Namjoon at my door," I answered without a doubt.
Yeonjun just pouted at me, but by the time we reached school, he isn't sulking anymore.
One of Yeonjun's friends called out for him as they saw him in the hallway, so he ran to his friends.
"See you at lunch," Namjoon said, smiling at me.
"Sure,"
I walked into my class, and my best friend Mijoo greeted me brightly, in which I replied with a hum.
I sat in my seat, taking out my purse, decided to go to the vending machine since we still have 45 minutes before our class started.
I stood up from my seat, making my way towards the door, and that is when Mijoo called me out, as I turned to her.
"Where are you going?"
"Vending,"
"Oh,"
"You want anything?"
"Strawberry milk," she grinned.
I nodded, and walked out of the class, only to bumped into a firm chest. I slowly looked up to see Namjoon smiling at me, his dimples poking through his cheeks.
"Going to the vending, I suppose?", he asked, and I nodded innocently.
"I was about to see you to ask if you want to go to the vending with me since it's still early.", he chuckled. "I guess our brain has some kind of connections,"
"Maybe," I chuckled slightly, as we walked towards the vending.
After we got our drinks, we walked around the school, and stopped at a bench facing the basketball court, whereas I could see Yeonjun playing basketball with his friends.
I sat on the bench, and I had my eyes on none other than Choi Yeonjun, and Namjoon sat next to me, trying to see where I am currently staring at.
After scoring another point for his team, Yeonjun high fived his best friend, Yoon Yeosang, and wiped his sweat off with his shirt, revealing his abs, causing me to choke on my iced lemon tea.
"Jeon Minjeong, you're okay??", Namjoon started panicking, patting my back, and a few moments later, I stopped coughing, and sat up straightly on the bench.
"That bitch didn't even let me breathe for one holy second," I muttered to myself.
"Hm?"
"Nothing," I assured Namjoon, and he let it slide, continued enjoying his mocha.
I leaned closer to his drink to get a closer look on it, and it wrote 'chocolate milk' instead of mocha just like what he always had.
"You're not drinking coffee today," I spoke, and he looked down to his drink, before looking at me with a warm smile.
"I just don't feel like drinking coffee today," he said. "You know what, I am not going to drink coffee when I'm with you."
"What? Why?"
"Just to reduce my caffeine intakes. Too much of caffeine could be a harm to you," he said to me.
"Why?"
"Well, you can have too much of a good thing. To me, coffee is a must-have to start the day, but too much caffeine has been shown to raise blood pressure, and may also lead to things like headache, shakiness, or abnormal heartbeat.", he explained, and if that was a 6 marks essay, he would have a perfect score.
"Is there anything that you don't know?", I asked as he laughed, shaking his head.
"There are things that I don't know," he shrugged, shifting his gaze back at the view in front of us.
While I keep staring at Yeonjun, he just sat there silently, also looking at the other students playing basketball.
"I don't know how to win my crush over a guy that she happened to like too," he muttered lowly, followed by a sigh.
"What was that?", I asked, not really sure if I heard him right, turning my head towards his direction.
"Hm? Ah, that's nothing. Nothing important," he smiled sheepishly.
I just decided to shrug it off, and looked back at Yeonjun who had apparently just scored another point for his team.
He bid his goodbye to his friends, and made his way towards us, and as he noticed me sitting there with Namjoon, he smiled brightly, raising his hand at me.
He jogged towards us, and he immediately grabbed my drink, gulping down the whole bottle. "Yah, Choi Yeonjun!"
"Thanks," he said, ruffling my hair after handing the empty bottle to me. "Ah, that was really refreshing," he sighed and squeezed himself in between us.
He put his arms over our shoulder, but not even for seconds, I jumped out of the bench, knowing that Yeonjun is now drenched with sweat after playing basketball.
Namjoon stood up from his seat too, as he stood next to me. Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows at us both, as his lips turned into a pout.
"We're going back to class now," I said to him and he just nodded, not even sparing us a glance.
I was about to walk away from there, only to realize that the empty bottle is still in my hands.
I turned around and threw it at Yeonjun in which he caught it in his arms just in time. "Throw it away yourself, bitch!", I said to him.
"Ah, that almost worked.", he sighed in frustration, roughly ruffling his messy hair.
Namjoon and me went back into the building, as we walked along the hallway, heading to our respective classes.
"Minjeong-ah,"
"Hm?"
"What if...a guy confesses his feelings to you, and you barely knew him. What would you do?", he asked out of the blue.
"Pft, who would even like a girl like me? I ain't that pretty, neither do I perform academically. I'm dumb and ugly. If I were a guy, I wouldn't fall for myself either.", I said, followed with a chuckle.
"But you're beautiful,"
I instantly stopped at my track upon hearing Namjoon's unexpected reaction, as I turned my head to him.
"You're beautiful, and of course you're not that good at studying but still, you're such a lovely girl with a pure heart. How can guys not like you, right?", he smiled assuringly, before leaving me stunned at his next words,
"How can I...not like you?"
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