"Okay class, I want you to write a one-stanza poem that talks about love and present it in front of the class." The teacher announced, earning a few groans from the students, including y/n given that she couldn't even construct an essay right.
"Can't this day get any worse?" You mumbled whereas Jisung chuckled.
"What?" You glared at him then he made a playful grin, "Want me to help you?"
"Like I have a choice." You rolled your eyes and scoot over to him. He was good at making this things but you wouldn't show your amazement to him because you know him too well. He'll boast it whenever there's a chance.
"Times up! Hurry and present it in front." The teacher commands as students reluctantly walk up in front to read what they made aloud.
"Next is Jisung." Mr. Kim announced. Jisung was rather walking proudly up front.
"Roses are red,
Tomatoes are redder,
I think we both know,
I like you way better." Then he winks at you, making the class squeal as well as Mr. Kim.
"Good work, Jisung. Congratulations to the both of you." He teased. You couldn't do anything except to hide your face in embarrassment.
"Jisung, what the heck are you doing?!" You half-yelled to yourself, frustratedly.
