"What do you think you're doing?"
Yoongi jerks his wrist away from my grip as he pants, making us stop in the middle of the hallway. I dragged him fast enough to make sure his friends couldn't follow us.
"I want to talk to you." I cross my arms, glaring at him.
"So, then talk!" He snaps, making students who are walking by look at us. "God, you are so annoying."
"When are we going to start filming?" I deeply breathe, completely bypassing his insult so that we don't make a scene.
"I don't know, okay?" He shakes his head. "And to be honest, I don't really care."
"That's the problem!" I hissed. "You. Don't. Care. But I do. Because it's my grade and I-"
"I don't give a fuck." He interrupts, his voice in a flat tone.
"Well, guess what Min Yoongi," my hands closed into a fist as I step closer to him, my nostrils gradually flaring. "I'm not going to stop bugging you until we finish the project. So it's your choice whether you do the project and participate, or you can just sit there and let me bother the living shit out of you."
He looks at me and gulps before stepping back, his eyes blinking before he could respond. "Will you leave me alone after we finish this project?"
"Of course." I smile in triumph. "The sooner we finish this, the sooner i'm out of your life."
"Okay." He sighs in defeat, rolling his eyes at me. "Now, tell me the plot."
*
"Do you want to be the leading actor?"
I ask before taking a bite out of my sandwich. The food from this cafeteria never fails me. Everything they have is just so scrumptious, and surprisingly, even this simple sandwich. Who knew that two pieces of bread, lettuce, cheese and ham can make me this happy?
"Hell no." He snorts then sips from the bottle of his coke. "I never do acting."
"But you know, I actually studied cinematography before." I chew my sandwich carefully, savoring the flavors as I close my eyes. "My god, this is so good."
"It's just bread."
"I don't care, it's good."
"Stop talking while eating. You sound like a camel."
"Hmp, whatever." I roll my eyes before taking another bite.
"You have a habit of rolling your eyes, don't you?" He taps the table with his fingers repeatedly, tilting his head as he looks at me.
"You do too, I just copy you." I swallow quickly before answering him. "But anyway, I still think that I should do the filming mostly."
"Not happening." He plays with the bottle, sliding it back and forth to both of his hands.
"But think about this." I insisted, popping the last piece of sandwich into my mouth. "Since I know all of the techniques, we'll be done in no time. I can edit videos pretty fast too."
"Hm," He strokes his chin gently with his thumb and looks at the ceiling before replying. "But you need to act too."
"Sure, so shall we go over the script then?" I ask while I take the piece of paper I was working with last night from my bag. I lay the paper flat into the table.
"You actually wrote a script already?" His eyes widened as he slides the paper towards him. He holds it with his hand before leaning back, reading it comfortably.
"Of course I did," I proudly say, "But we would need extra people for casting."
He analyzes the script at first, and by the movement of his eye, I could tell that he's just skimming through parts.
"Whose parts are mine? Are you going to be Minji?"
Minji is a character in the script that I wrote who's going to be the friend of Taemin, the main character. Minji's role is supposed to be just supporting him when no one else does, thus, becoming close to each other. Taemin wants to be a video game developer since he loves playing video games, but his parents wanted him to take a different path.
A path to becoming a lawyer.
"No, I can act as... Taemin's mother. We can get one of my friends to be Minji." I suggested. "Your part would be Taemin's."
"Whoa whoa," he says, shaking his head as he lays the paper back into the table. "There's way too much lines for the main character."
"If two sentences each line is hard for you to memorize, then we can do it between cuts."
"Are you implying that i'm stupid?"
"I didn't say that."
"Can you just..." He says, rubbing his temples. "Just tell me what I need to do, okay? I have so much crap to do."
"Oh really, like what?"
"Stuff I don't tell strangers about."
"Look, I need to know when your free time is so we could start filming."
"Sundays at four."
"Okay, so four pm. That's not too bad."
"No, four in the morning."
"Are you crazy?" I chuckle in disbelief, leaning back against my seat. "You're going to make me go outside at four in the morning to film with you? Really?"
"You asked, I answered."
"Isn't there any other time?" I ask again, hoping he'll be a little more considerate. "Saturdays?"
"Nope." He says, popping his mouth on the 'p' sound.
"Please?" I pleaded, both of my hands touching against each other. "Even after school."
"I got basketball." He reminds me.
This is so pointless. He's got basketball, and I got my other prep school until 10 pm. My only free times would be the weekends, but that's going to be consisted of me studying non-stop.
Four o'clock in the morning though?
That's... weird. What can he be possibly doing that he's only free at that time?
"I have to go," he says, pulling me away from my thoughts. He stands up and takes the bottle with him, and returns it to the counter. I took the script and shoved it into my bag before following him to return my food tray.
"You didn't eat." I say as we both turn and walk back to the classroom. "Aren't you hungry?"
He stops walking with an annoyed expression. "Instead of worrying about my hunger, why don't you worry about the project instead?"
"Fine, I'll make a copy of your script later." I say, taking a piece of spearmint gum from my pocket. I held out my hand to him, the piece of gum in the middle of my palm. "At least have this though."
"Are you saying that I have a bad breath?"
"No!" I exclaimed, laughing nervously. "Just, eat it. Or chew it, I guess."
He grabs the gum from my hand and unwraps it before he puts it in his mouth. He rolls the wrapper into a ball and throws it to the ground.
"Weirdo." He mutters as he continued walking.