Boys are idiots.

C.J.

PHILOSOPHY (10:00-11:00)

After the presentations on how to identify which argument was truth and which was a fallacy, Jinri ends it by flashing her million-dollar smile at the class – though bored, peeved, and almost asleep – then  at the professor who also shows his disinterest by playing Temple Run (rather loudly at that).

Sehun, noticing how nobody seemed to give a anymore because the bell is going to ring in five minutes,  gives Jinri a standing ovation, gaining momentum by saying, “Choi Jinri, everyone! Whoo!” The others joins him though lethargically and with little vigor.

Jinri returns to her seat, holding Sehun’s shoulder to settle him down. “This does not quantify the Oreos I had requested of you,” she quietly adds.

“In case you forgot Ssul, I was the roadrunner in middle school.”

She squints, unsure of what it’s supposed to mean before Sehun smirks, sitting down and holding out his phone towards Jinri. It’s set to his inbox, two messages from Taemin with a little preview and having Jinri’s name on the first line. “How about this, then?”

Eyes widening in shock and ears as red as tomatoes, Jinri attempts