Chensungmin
"I hate you Min Yoongi" I shout, as the red paint drips down my face.
"Don't worry the feeling is mutual" Yoongi chuckles, as he holds the now empty paint bucket in his hands.
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Yoongi's POV:
Y/N and I are supposed to be working on our project for our art class together but she hasnt lifted her gaze from her phone this entire time.
"This is a partner project, not a sit on your phone and let your partner do all the work project" I grumble.
Stopping I grab my lyric book from my leather backpack and start a new song, but before I could finish, Y/n took it.
"What's this~" she sings, curiosity lacing her voice.
"Give it back" I sternly mumble, reaching out to grab it.
"No"
"I hate you Park Y/n" I yell, after she throws my music book into her black backpack, not wanting to ever hand it back.