Meanie Jinnie | Kim Seokjin x Reader

03 Blow Your Whistle

Like a Missile Bomb Bomb
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"I really hate himmmmmm!" The short haired girl groaned frustratedly. She runs her hands over her brunette hair, making it even messier. Her eyes had swollen after an hour of crying.

"Hey, hey calm down. We ran out of tissues here." Her best friend, Rose warned while handling the last fifth piece of tissue. The beautiful girl with her enchanting long wavy hair, sat beside the crying girl as she patted her back.

Jisung sniffed. "Why do I need to live this crappy life! I can't even run away because of my mom!" She whined.

"Why don't you try to convince her more, hm?"

"She didn't even report to the police when she got abused by him back then. Why do you think I can convince her?" She replied and flopped her body on the small-sized bed.

"You know how the police work right? Unless the wife makes the report herself, they won't process a domestic abuse case." She added

"Oh, I never know that." Her best friend gasped.

"Now you know."

"Uuuuuu~ You knew law quite a lot, considering you are a psychology major student and not a law student." She complimented while playfully nudging her elbow.

"Basic knowledge of the law is necessary when you have an abusive father like mine." She scoffed at her pathetic life.

"Speaking about class, isn't this already the third time you ditch it? You might as well be kicked out from your major dumbass." Rose slapped her back.

"Should I came to class like this?" She sniffed

"Well, no. But don't ditch your class again. If you fail this one, your mom will be disappointed." Rose ensured, crossing her arms as she did.

Jisung sighed in defeat. "Yeah, I know and I won't do it anymore."

"Good girl." Rose patted her hair.

"I'm not a dog, you fool." She quickly tackled her best friend and tickled her.

"Does anyone know where Lee Jisung is?" Everyone went silent at the professor's question.

"Who is this Jisung?" Seokjin whispered to his seatmate. He rolled his eyes at his question.

"You don't even know your classmate name, Mr. popular guy." The guy teased

"Heyyy, how could I memorize all of those people name?" He defended.

"We only got 30 people in our class, Seokjin. Stop with your lame excuse." He continues to pay attention to his notebook.

"Okay fine. Maybe I didn't pay attention. But who is this Jisung, Kyungsoo-ah?" He asked the almost bald headed guy, who showed him the most disinterested and just go the fuck away kind of face. Oh, his hair had grown much than the last time Seokjin met him before the holiday, the taller always teased the smaller by calling him as a tiny monk. Kyungsoo despised Seokjin because of that.

"Geez, She is the one who used to sit at the very back at the class. It's not like you will remember if I described her. So please?" Kyungsoo pointed out to his book, signaling he wanted to focus on his assignment.

"Huh? Jisung is a girl? I thought it was he." Seokjin returned his attention to his own paper. But soon, this boy would forget that this conversation ever existed. He would soon forget again, that the fact, Jisung is a girl.