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IN WHICH y/n’s vocalist cancels on them a week before the due date of their music comp assignment (worth 65% of their grade), leaving them desperate for a solution.
INT. DAY: in the hallways of Hybe High..
a pit forms in your stomach as you catch a glimpse of sophia and leon, hands intertwined as they round a corner. you find yourself focusing in on the way their shoulders brush ever so slightly, or how sophia’s eyes practically light up at him.
you’re not sure why you’re so bothered by seeing the two of them together, or why your heart clenches itself at the sight of their hands clasped in one another.
you take a sip of your iced mocha, hoping to distract yourself, but even the coffee is starting to leave a bitter aftertaste on your tongue.
it’s probably acid reflux, you rationalise. maybe having a cup on an empty stomach wasn’t such a good idea..
well, too late now.
“y/n!” a voice yells from across the hall, hands waving ecstatically. it’s megan. she greets you with an outstretched grin, whisker dimples forming deep. she seems way too hyped for a monday morning, then again, she’s almost always energetic.
“how was your break?” she starts to ramble. “me and my brother flew back to hawaii to see our family — and it felt so good to be back home! the weather was perfect. i think my storage is full from the amount of photos i took..”
her smile falters a little when she spots the glumness plastered all over you, eyes narrowing. “dang, who pissed in your breakfast?” (the phrase is meant to be “who pissed in your cereal?” but you digress.)
“i didn’t have any.”
“that must be why. you’re hangry.” she nods, as if having solved the great mystery that is: ‘what made y/n grumpy today?’
“sorry,” you exhale, “i’m just.. not in the mood right now.”
”they just saw leon and sophia, that’s why.” lara suddenly appears at your side, brushing her hair back. you can tell she’s happy to be teasing you face to face again.
“nope. we’re not doing this—” you shake your head, attempting to make your escape.
lara laughs amusedly at your reaction, acting with quick reflexes and holding you by the handle on your backpack. “not so fast, loser.”
“i’ll be late for homeroom if you keep me here any longer.” you protest, but megan seems to read her mind, shoving a granola bar into your hands.
“eat this, alright?” the frown on your face melts slightly.
“okay.” you mumble, “thanks, guys.” (megan beams at this)
the bell rings just in time.
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