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Class has been going on for an hour by now. We're taking a five-page essay for project ideas we plan to present on the projector about profits and capitalism.

If Yoongi was taking this class right now he would've ditched a long time ago, the man hates capitalism. As he should.

I took a small glance at Namjoon while he let out a noise, probably by frustration because I see him crumple his sheet again. It's the fifth time already.

I would just giggle and pat his broad shoulders.

❝ Take it easy joon-ah.. you're acting like an intern who's trying to create the 'perfect' ideas for the future profit and raise of sales. ❞ I lowly whispered while I patted his shoulder. He huffed and sat his pen down and sulked while glaring at the new sheet of paper in front of him.

❝ calm down, you aren't gonna lose your job..❞ I joked and nudged his arm. I hear him chuckle.

I looked down at my papers, clicking my tongue inside of my cheek.

❝ Irene...you outdid yourself again. ❞

❝ you're always working hard noona. I aspire to be like you. ❞ Namjoon told me while I shifted my gaze onto him with a brow raised.

❝ are you making fun of me..? ❞

❝ what..?!.. No..! I'm being serious here..! ❞

❝ what do you mean you aspire to be like me when you're a literal nerd and can solve multiple equations without even blinking..!❞ I spoke, voice a little over exaggerated. I see his cheeks painting a cute shade of pink while he slapped his hand on his mouth. I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

❝ and now you're blushing.. Stop trying to circle me with your compliments Kim Namjoon. I won't hesitate to sew your mouth shut. ❞ I deadpanned at him. He looked at me in defeat with both of his hands up.

❝ you're so mean noona.. But when it comes to Jin hyung..-❞

❝ Excuse me professor Jung. Namjoon and Joohyun won't stop talking. I think both of them are sharing each other's ideas. Isn't that a little unfair..? ❞

A bastard's voice suddenly interrupted while Mrs. Jung slammed her book down onto her desk.

Gasps and whispers started to fill the room's atmosphere while I stare at Jeon in shock. I coil my fists under my textbook.

What the fuck is his problem..?!

❝ he shouldn't have used Irene's real name.. Is he crazy..?❞

❝ isn't Kim namjoon a smart student..? Why would he and Irene share each other's work.. ❞

❝ Irene's going to eat him alive..! Nobody in this campus says her real name.. ❞

Whispers spreaded while Mrs. Jung was fuming. I glared at Jeongguk who sat back in his seat comfortably with a calm expression on his face as if he didn't start pulling bullshit on me..!

❝ is this true namjoon..?!❞

❝ No..! No..! Mrs.jung it's not true..! Jeon is lying..! ❞

❝ don't try to make me look stupid Kim namjoon, even if you two didn't do it, talking is prohibited in my class..! Have you not have shame on yourselves when other students still haven't finished..! ❞

❝ but Mrs.Jung-!❞

❝ exchange seats with Jeongguk right this instant..! I don't wanna hear any of your excuses..! ❞

My jaw dropped. this can't be happening.

what are we,in high school?!?

I look at Namjoon with pleading eyes, begging him to stay. Hell no I won't let a parasite sit 3 feet apart next to me.