Kim Yerim forced herself to look straight.

There were currently discussing about the consequences of global warming. But it was rather hard to concentrate when your partner did nothing but constantly make stifling noises in your ear asking for this and that every two seconds.

She picked up her rose scented pen. She was awfully proud considering she had been the second student in the class to receive her pen licence after Joohyun. Sniffing it once, she copied the recently uploaded notes. ‘Rise of sea levels’. There. She finished the dot point by enclosing it in a bubble.

“Pssssssh!”

Yerim continued to look forward trying to fake interest in what the teacher was saying.

“Ya Kim Yerim!”

“So how exactly are the rise of sea levels connected to the depletion of the ozone layer Miss?” Seungwan asked making this her seventh question within the first hour of the lesson.

Yerim wanted to gag. ‘Depletion’? Wasn’t that a word for high school people over like twenty years old? As if this topic wasn’t hard enough.

“Excellent question Miss. Son. But before I answer it, does anyone know the word Wannie just used? What was it again Miss. Son?”

“Depletion,” Seungwan promptly answered almost as if she was waiting to be asked.

Yerim didn’t even have to glance to feel the deep eye rolls being passed all around the classroom. Seungwan we get it. You study.

“Myemmie Yem-Yem, c’mon answer me!”

“What” she gritted giving in. Her knuckles turned white. Everyone knew she despised that silly little nickname. The existence of Kim Taehyung for Kim Yerim was that of a mutant fly and mosquito combined in which she wanted to squash endlessly at the bottom of her foot.

“I said, can I borrow your pen?” Taehyung implored already reaching for her fluffy ‘Miffy’ designed pencil case.

Yerim immediately slapped his hands away, causing Tae to playfully blow on it exaggerating his pain. “I don’t know, can you?” She snapped. He had just asked for her ruler only five minutes ago. This loathsome pest.

“That was mean Myemmie Yem. Very mean,” he gushed in a baby voice totally ignoring her previous reply.

“You don’t even have a pen licence” Yeri moved her pencil case to the safety of her under desk. “Stop bothering me and ask your buffoon heads for one.”

Yerim’s chair jolted as she turned back to see a mouthing Hoseok. ‘I heard that.’