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"jaemin?" renjun calls out, snapping me out of my own world. i look up with a bright smile, feeling energised enough to annoy the crap out of everyone again. i tiptoe faster to catch up with him, gently poking my fingers into his side to tickle him. as expected he jolts and wiggles from side to side.
"what is it?" i say, babying renjun as he struggles out of my grip. he squeals that he said nothing before running towards haechan to defend himself.
"he's back at it again," jeno says, making me give him a pout. he sticks out his tongue.
"where's the off button on this thing?" haechan sighs, shoulders bent forward as he let the strap of his crossbody bag hang on his neck.
i chuckle to myself, the four of us leaving the gates of our school. jisung and chenle stayed back to complete their project, mark leaving separately for guitar practice. this left the four of us by ourselves.
"ah, jaemin, we have to complete our project before thursday since i have murals after school," renjun states, making me hum in agreement.
i take out my phone to check the time before something slams into me, hard. the boys stop, looking back at me. my hands shoot up to grab my shoulder in pain. i look behind me to see a girl standing in front of me with a scowl.
"watch it, fuckface," she swears, catching me off guard. she quickly spins on her heels, speed walking off.
"yo... that thing and her fucking mouth," haechan lifts his hand and slapping the air. his eyes dug into the back of the girl's head.
"you alright?" jeno asks. my hand tightens around my shoulder.
"oh, her. she's from our class jaemin. don't you recognize her?" renjun says, watching the girl turn a corner. once he left his field of view, he turns back.
my eyebrows crease as i shake my head. we all continue to walk, i hang my head low, observing and counting the cracks in the concrete as a distraction. my energy was immediately drained after that encounter. no one has ever spoken to me like that.
"class president doesn't even know his own classmates..."
jeno says, chuckling with his hands shoved into his trouser pockets.
