He doesn't care/ Mark Lee

1/exams

*your p.o.v*

What the hell!?!? Is it A or B!?!? A OR B!?!? A OR- RINNNGGGGG. "Ah shoot..." I whisper to myself as I hand over my almost finished exam. I slump back to grab my backpack and walk out of the classroom. I WAS SO CLOSE TO GETTING MY EXAM DONE. JUST ONE MORE QUESTION!!! I started to think about all the things inside my head if my grade will go up or down.

God....I don't want the same grades as last time. Did I do worse or did I just- "SEUNGHEEE!!!!" Jimin called for me. "God damnit Jimin, whenever I'm procrastinating you always get in the way" I roll my eyes. "Procrastinate later, we are going to the ice cream shop!" He smiles. "Whyyyy!?!?" I whine. "Cuz I'm in the mood. It's my treat" he smiles. I just glare at him and blow the strip of hair out of my face. We walk down the hallway, bickering....and some more bickering.

"So how'd you do on your test?" I ask. "Horrible......I got a D" he frowns as he opens the door for me. "I don't even know my grade yet and I'm scared.." I swallow. "Relax, your a strait A student while I'm a strait D student" He laughs. I just sigh and walk with him to the ice cream shop. "I think I am feeling some ice cream" I smile. "SEE I TOLD YOU! No one can resist ice cream!" He yells.

"Shhhh! We're in public!" I whisper. "Sorry..." he whispers back. We walk into the Icecream shop and there we saw hoseok scooping up some ice cream which looked like chocolate. "Hey guys!" He smiled. "Mint and strawberry please" Jimin smiles. "Like always." He rolled his eyes. He got out two cones for us and scooped each of our flavors in each cone. "Thanks." I smile. "How did exams go?" He said whine leaning on the counter. "It was okay" I shrug.

"Sure it was Mrs. Strait A" he rolled his eyes. "Shut up and let me eat my ice cream" I glare. "Damn, Okay" He raises his hands up in the air. I shake my head and walk to an open table with Jimin. He was licking his icecream, lick by lick, until he got a buzz from his pocket. "Who's that?" I ask. "Hold my icecream for me" He asks. I hold his mint icecream in my left while I hold my strawberry icecream on my right hand. "Can I taste it?!?" I smile. "No" he shots a glare. "Damn it" I pout but I still licked his icecream. Tastes good.

"Ooohhh new transfer student at WYO" Jimin smirks at me. "For gods sake Jimin...." I sigh. "HOLY SHIT!!! ITS FRICKIN MARK LEE FROM NCT 127" his eyes widened. "No.....no....really?" I ask. "Look for yourself!" He raises his voice. I see a picture of mark lee at our school.......wearing my school uniform.......what.the.fuck. "A idol....at our school. Bitch we better hide starting tomorrow" I shake my head. "Why!? I wanna be friends with him!" Jimin smiles.

"THE FANGIRLS JIMIN, DID YOU FORGET ABOUT THE FANGIRLS!?!" I yell. "But......Geez, my only chance to be friends with an idol" he rolls his eyes and takes back his icecream. It was silent....cuz of Mark Lee tranfering to MY school. "I wonder if he's hotter in real life" Jimin asks. "JIMIN!" I smack his shoulder and he whines. "Ugh, let me enjoy my icecream!" He pouts. "Fine..." I cross my arms and look outside the window.

*30 minutes later*

Jimin already left to go home while I'm walking on a steep hill to my house near the beach. Why wouldn't Mark Lee go to SOPA instead of WYO? well.....SOPA is a performing arts high school.....and he already knows how to sing, dance, and rap. I wonder what it's like being a idol going to school.....then practice....then school. It sounds like the poor dude doesn't have a life. I mean, for god sake he's in three sub units and his company doesn't let him get enough rest.

I'm thankful for what I have. I don't have fame, but I have a normal life. I walk up the hill and a dude with a black hoodie bumped into me. "Hey....aren't you gonna say sorry?" I ask. "Why should I?" He replied. "Your the one who bumped into me! You should say sorry since you don't have eyes" I raise my voice. "Fine..." he whispers. He turns around......

Holy shit.

Why did I have to argue....

With Mark Lee?