KANG EUNJI
pretty (jealous)
its been a week and jungmi couldnt shut the hell up about seungcheol. its like seungcheol now is every single topic we talk about.
dont get me wrong, i love my best friend. its just, sometimes i want to talk about my things but she always finds a way back to changing the topic to him.
i leaned back against the chair, not giving a damn about what the teacher was teaching. this lesson seemed so stupid no one even listened.
i felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
junghangyourself: HE IS STARING AT ME REPEAT !!!
i looked up and saw jungmi staring at me with an anxious face, i looked around the room for seungcheol until i saw- he wasnt staring at her.
me: liar
junghangyourself: HE WAS !!!
then i felt another vibrate.
seungCHOKE: hi.
the hell?
i ignored the text and threw a pencil at seungcheol without the teacher noticing.
he turned his head to me and quirked his eyebrow up, mouthing 'what'.
i rolled my eyes and started to type away on my phone.
me: were you staring at jungmi?
seungCHOKE: ..why?
me: SO YOU WERE !!
i chuckled silently, but thats when the teacher caught me.
"kang eunji, what in the world are you laughing at?" then suddenly, the class was silent, everyones eyes on me, especially seungcheol's dirty smirk on his face.
my cheeks burning out of embarrassment, then i cleared my throat, "because... mr. choi seungcheol just said the funniest thing."
thats when seungcheol's smirk disappeared and his whole face turned surprised.
"oh really?" the teacher said, now facing towards seungcheol, "what is it that you said that was so funny, mr. choi?"
i was about to laugh at how stupid seungcheol looks right now.
"uh..."
ha, he cant think of anything.
after the deadly silence in the room, the teacher put down her whiteboard marker and looked at both me and seungcheol.
i turned my head to jungmi and saw her glaring at me.
"detention, both of you. i dont care whoever or whatever you said, but you interrupted my class."
"like the class was even listening to you." i muttered quietly.
"kang eunji, what did you just say?"
"nothing!" i quickly said. the teacher shook her head and turned around, writing again.
i look down back at my phone and quickly typed.
me: BITCH
seungCHOKE: what?
me: YOU DID THIS
seungCHOKE: your fault for laughing too loudly
me: its also your fault for staring at jungmi
seungCHOKE: not my fault she's just so pretty
me: ...
me: O:
me: fUU U UC Ccc K
i turned off my phone and my face was the exact reaction i typed. holy shit. he thinks she's pretty. i think she's a totally turtle looking potato BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT. i tried my best to hide my smile. i leaned back on my chair and looked towards jungmi who would occasionally turn back at seungcheol. as for seungcheol, he looked at me and then looked at jungmi.
holy mother of fU-
the bell rang.
i packed my things and stuffed them inside my backpack and ran to jungmi, having to avoid the not pushed in chairs and corners of the desks.
"hey hey hEY."
jungmi packed her things slowly. she looked a little gloomy, her normal bright smile was gone and her movements showed that she was totally out of it.
i smacked her shoulder, "whats the matter?"
jungmi looked at me and gave me a reassuring smile, "nothing. lets go to class." she took her bag and walked out of class, ahead of me.
i was confused. of course something was up. did seungcheol say something? did i say something?
and thats when it clicked to me.
jungmi gets jealous with every single one of her crushes. and since seungcheol's different from all the others, of course she'll get jealous real easy.
how am i such a genius? but wait...
me and seungcheol both got detention together after school. just the two of us. in one room.
i dont think jungmi likes the idea of that.
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i was dead and now im alive. i logged back in and i read my story again and its pretty interesting (since its kinda based off of true things but not rlly) so i'll continue this, hopefully
YOU ARE READING
don't + c.s.c
Fanfiction"dont play with me while you still have her." kang eunji doesnt know the truth behind choi seungcheol.
