chapter three
luckily my art teacher is one of the nicer ones, he allows me to sit in the art classroom during lunch for 'extra work purposes'. funny that.
we both know that i'm lonely.
i sit at my workspace, every piece of art equipment you could think of surrounds me in a mess, also my cold tteokbokki sits in my lap.
as i ponder on what more i can do to make this disaster look somewhat better, a few voices gradually grow louder outside the door, until they start to fade.
i sigh, thinking i'm safe. until someone walks in.
fuck. this is supposed to be my spot. i freeze once i see who walks in.
tall frame, long hair, full round lips. noodle boy?
hyunjin.
why is he here- his voice cuts my thoughts off.
"i knew i'd seen you somewhere before"
he's dressed in our uniform, our school logo. everything.
i'm beyond confused.
he goes here?
"i never see you in school" he picks up one of my pencils, twisting it between two fingers.
"that's because i chill in here most of the time" his eyes flick to my lap, and he smiles.
"how long have you been going here? i never noticed you"
he furrows his brows, confused.
"a while"
"why are you in here right now?" i ask.
"i'm joining this class" i widen my eyes. what?
"i've been doing art for fun pretty much my whole life, but something changed and now i've decided to pursue it" i nod, still trying to come to terms with this bucketload of new information.
"so you're in this class, now?" he chuckles.
"i know i'm good-looking, but is it that hard to focus, pretty girl?"
more than i'd like to admit, hyunjin.
i guess i really did boost that ego of his.
"pretty girl?" i tilt my head to the side. he has got to stop with that.
"well you've given me nothing else to work with"
never in my life would i have imagined that i would be having this conversation right now.
especially with someone as attractive as hyunjin.
the school bell sounds, alerting us to start heading to our next class.
"y/n. my name is y/n. you don't have to refer to me as 'pretty girl' anymore" i tell him, packing my stuff up to get ready for our class that is next period.
now it's with hyunjin.
"y/n." he thinks for a moment. "i like pretty girl much better. and you're right, i don't have to." hyunjin's lips curve up and he stands up, dropping my pencil.
"i want to"
the class starts to flood in, along with my teacher.
"look at her work, it's fucking trash" someone whispers to their friend as they pass my workspace.
"loner" the other adds and they share a giggle before sitting in their designated workspaces.
hyunjin's gaze is confused, his eyes fall to my work and then back to me.
i don't smile, or frown. my expression remains emotionless.
i try not to get affected when people say unkind things about me, or my work. but sometimes it stings,
just a little.
hyunjin doesn't say anything. he walks over to the workspace next to mine, hands in his trouser pockets.
i force my eyes into my lap, blinking away the tears.
i'm not crying because of what they said. i'm crying because it's embarrassing.
"we have a new student!" my teachers voice booms through the classroom, silencing everybody.
gasps and wolf-whistles erupt as students start to notice hyunjin's presence.
but he doesn't react.
as a matter of fact he looks mad.
"hyunjin is in our class?!" a girl says.
"he's perfect!!" another chirps.
"so he's hot and artistic? why won't he date me?" the same girl that whispered with her friend says.
"because you're a fucking bitch" i mutter under my breath, a little too loud.
hyunjin begins to laugh. he heard me.
"so hyunjin, please stand up and introduce yourself to your new classmates"
he does as he's told, his hands still in his pockets.
"i'm hwang hyunjin. you probably already know me if i'm in your other classes. but if not, hello" he bows a little, resuming his seat. lots of girls giggle and swoon.
his eyes meet mine, and he smiles.
"so everyone! we are starting a new project. you should've already handed in the last one, if not, i'll need it soon!" i gulp.
"for this project, you're going to need a partner!" cheers and whoops follow his words.
"ah ah ah, i'm picking" i gulp once again. what if i'm partnered with one of the girls from before?
that would be torture. literal torture.
"so, here goes. mina and hee-jin. ji-hoon and jungwoo. areum and min-jae, geonu-"
he continues to read out the list until he reaches hyunjin's name.
"hyunjin, i'm going to let you choose who you would like to work with, only because you are new"
"i choose..." he pauses.
"y/n"
my heart drops into my stomach. tumbles. falls. drowns right in the pit.
i avoid his eyes. i'm not ready to see them, i'm not ready.
i sigh out, looking at him.
but he's not looking into my eyes. he's looking at my lips.
a/n!
thoughts on this chapter!?!
pls why do i love writing this ff so much
okay bye <3