《Seventeen One-Shots》-5- Jeonghan Revised
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You had gotten a text from the library at your school that said they just got some new books in. That's how nerdy you were. You literally got remind101 texts from the library.
You begged your teacher to let you go to the library. "You've read every book in there. No." Your teacher scolded you. "Please! They just got new books in!" You begged and begged and begged until your teacher gave in.
You skipped to the library, hopped to the new book section and grabbed the first one you saw. You sat down to read the first chapter and decided to check it out. You walked over to the librarian's desk and just as she was about to take the book from you, you got bumped out of the way. You looked at the culprit to see Jeonghan smirking at you. "Was that necessary?" You looked at him in disgust. "Sorry...guess I got a little to excited about my new book." He laughed. "What are you doing in here? You don't read." You said, slightly irritated. "True...But...I just had to check this book out." He presented you with "The Dating Guide for Teenagers." "I really need it." He laughed. "I hope you get slapped by the 1st girl you use any of that garbage on." You shook your head at him.
After school, you walked home. As soon as you got home, your phone started blowing up. You had a million instagram notifications pouring in. You opened it up and Jeonghan was literally liking every picture you've ever posted. You sat your phone down and waited for it to stop. After 2 minutes, it stopped. You then got a snapchat notification. It was a picture of Jeonghan with his hair blowing in the wind. "Streak or nah?" "Nah." You sat your phone back down and instagram started blowing up again. This time it was DM's. He was seriously sending you pictures of the randomest shit ever. His shoe. A crack in the sidewalk. A fluffy cloud. Some random old lady, clearly across the street from him. You ignored him again.
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You sat your phone on the counter, leaving it to make a sandwich. You heard your phone start violently buzzing once again. This time though, it was Facebook.
He was liking post you made in 8th grade. "I'm gonna kill him. Plain and simple." You said, pulling snapchat back up.
"Stop." You said, sending him a picture of your sandwich. "Are we gonna streak or nah?" "No. Quit bugging me." "Go out with me and I might ;)" "Seriously? -_-" "Yes." "Fine. 1date!" "Guess what." "What?" "We have a streak now :p" "-______-"
My friend Jacob found my Wattpad account and I wanna cry. I've never been judged so hard by such a weib.
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