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𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕
𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
𝚟ē𝚛
Lisa focuses on the pencil in her hand, twirling it around her finger as her teacher's words pass over her head. Sighing she looks up at the clock and then to her teacher in dismay, God I still have 30 minutes left of this class, I swear if this class lasts any longer I'm gonna die of boredom.
"Now, in regards to your final projects for the end of the semester," her teacher says, causing Lisa to look up. I should probably listen to this. "I want you to write a song with a partner."
The room erupts into excited chatter, everyone glancing around the room as they try to decide who to partner up with. Lisa shares an excited glance with her friend Tzuyu from across the room, immediately deciding they will be partners.
"Now before you get excited, I will choosing the partners," he announces, earning groans from the entire class, including Lisa. Her teacher ignores the cries of dismal and begins to read off a list of names, Lisa crossing her fingers as she waits for her name to be called, hoping for a good partner.
"Tzuyu and Rosé," he calls, causing Lisa to pout and look over at her two best friends. There go my chances of being with them.
"Lisa and..." Yeri Yeri Yeri Lisa chants in her head, hoping it will raise her chances of being with her other close friend, "Jungkook."
Oh. Wait- Jungkook? Shit. Lisa glances over at the boy who she was paired with, spotting an annoyed glance from him. She rolls her eyes and looks away, it's not like I was asking to be paired with you, asshole.
She slouches down into her chair and pouts as the other partners join up and start planning their songs out. She watches Tzuyu and Rosé talk animatedly together, obviously excited about whatever idea they have.
"Move over idiot."
Looking up Lisa sees a displeased Jungkook standing over her, waiting for her to move to the side so he can slide a chair in next to her.
"No."
"How are we supposed to work on this dumb project then?" He asks, sighing at her stubbornness.
"We don't."
"Manoban. It's a midterm grade, we have to," he exclaims, exasperated at the girl glaring up at him.
