Finale
The final weeks of school rushed forward much quicker than Jisoo could have ever imagined.
It seemed that, just days previous, she had walked into the halls of YG for the first time as a wide-eyed freshman, accompanied by Irene and Suho as Wells, a sophomore at the time, expertly cajoled them around campus. And now, she was on the brink of graduation, ready to plunge into the metaphorical deep end of life, travel across the country to pursue the career she'd dreamed about since childhood, and set off on her own little journey. It was only natural that she'd be filled with nostalgia.
The bell rang, as loud and annoying as it had always been, signaling the end of class, and, by the extension, the end of her finals. From thereon, it would be smooth sailing.
Same as every day since freshman year, Jisoo walked to the cafeteria where the delinkru were situated, though now her hand was laced in another, soft, oh-so-perfect hand, and she leaned into Jennie as the two of them walked, side-by-side, soaking up each other's presence. Jisoo had been more touchy than usual with the other girl, which was saying a lot, but if it bothered the football player she didn't say anything.
The thought of not being able to be besides Jennie all the time caused Jisoo physical pain, so she was initiating as much physical contact as she could, never eager to leave her girlfriend's side.
"See?" Jennie whispered to her as they walked, still easily heard regardless of the cacophony of chatter provided full-time by the student population of YG. "I told you Kane's final would be easy."
"Who said it was easy?" Jisoo responded, and Jennie rolled her eyes fondly at the artist.
"You wouldn't have finished it with twenty minutes to spare if it was hard, love."
"How do you know? I could've just randomly circled answers or left half of the questions blank."
"I'm his aide, niron , remember that," Jennie laughed, squeezing Jisoo's hand slightly, "besides, I know you. You're too smart to be stumped by a Kane final."
"I'm glad you have so much faith in me," Jisoo grinned, pressing a quick kiss to Jennie's cheek as they rounded the final turn to the lunch table they'd all grown to call theirs, taking her place between Jennie and Chanyeol, the latter of whom was hanging off of his chair, head resting on the floor.
"Comfortable?" she quipped, and he looked up at her expressionlessly.
"Very," he responded dryly.
"It's weird to think we're done with finals," Lisa said, arriving at the table with a huff and a graceful dump of her belongings on the floor, "like. That's it. We're pretty much done."
"Graduation is in three days," Chaeyoung pointed out, "what did you expect? To stay in high school forever?"
"God I hope not," Lisa laughed, "I'm ready to hightail the fuck out of this hellhole." Her words held little truth to them, though. While the classes and the homework weren't exactly ideal, over the four years at their stay, the delinquents, at least, had made the school grounds their home away from home, their empire, their kingdom.
Countless days had been spent at that very lunch table, complaining about Trikru and rushing through forgotten homework and discussing Suho and Lisa's new flings. To think that in a few days, it would all be over, was almost sad.
"Not as much as Suho, though," Irene chimed in, "he's practically dying to leave for Europe, fancies himself a world explorer."
"I'll be able to learn so many things!" he interjected. "All that history, it's so rich and entrancing―"
