kidol imagines

eunsang (x1)

for yanagirenjiidealtype

sorry if it isn't what you expected.

"yeeun, i like yeeun." eunsang says.

it was study hour and by the rooftop door, miyeon eavesdrop the conversation of eunsang and his friends. she gasped after hearing his answer and ran away to her classroom where her friends were at.

"yeeun yeeun yeeun!" miyeon yelled running inside the classroom towards me.

"you won't believe what eunsang said." she says.

"what'd he say?" i ask, confused.

"he. likes. you." she says and booped my nose when she said you.

i tilt my head in confusion.

"he likes me?" i ask.

"yes."

"and how do you know that?" i ask.

"i uhm kinda eavesdroped on there conversation and he said it!" she said.

"you're so weird." i laugh.

we hear a group a boys from the hallway and we shut up instantly.

"its them." miyeon says.

they walk into the classroom and walk to the seats.

"i just know it." she whispers.

"shut up." i whisper.

"i'm gonna ask him." she says.

"no! no no stop- miyeon!" i grab her arm but she whipped her arm away.

"eunsang." she says.

he and his group of friends look at miyeon.

"what do you think of my friend, yeeun?" she asks pointing at me.

i lower my head in embarrassment. his friends look at him for an honest answer.

"she's okay." he says.

his friends sigh. miyeon face was shocked by his lie. i walk up to them and grab onto miyeons arm.

"i'm so sorry about this." i say.

i drag miyeon back to her seat because class was starting again.

●●●

school ends and we walk outside of school.

"i can't believe we already have a test next week." miyeon frowns.

"let's go to the library today and study." i say.

"what!? i am not spending my Friday studying." she says.

"its better than studying on the weekends." i say.

she groans.

"fine, let's go." she says.

we walk out the gates of the school and head to the library.

●●●

"i already hate this." miyeon says.

we choose an empty table and sit. we set our backpacks on the chairs and separate to find books according to the topic of our test. when we came back to our table there were other backpacks. we look at each other and shrug our shoulders.

"how many books did you find?" i ask.

"only 2, you?"

"7!" i smile.