"What now, Kim Taehyung!?" I exclaimed, my frustration bubbling over as I slammed my hand down on the desk with a loud thud. The sound reverberated through the quiet room, causing papers to flutter and Ruka, perched nearby, to jump in startled surprise.

 I could feel the warmth of anger rising in my cheeks, realizing I had struck the desk a bit too forcefully. It was clear my irritation stemmed not just from his presence, but from the invasion of my much-desired nap time. How could he be so oblivious? The audacity to rouse me from my dreams had crossed the line, and now he stood there, a smirk playing on his lips, completely unfazed.

"Nothing, just wanted to admire your beautifully structured ugly face," he said with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. I froze for a moment, processing his words. Wait! Did he really just call me an ugly face? The nerve of him! My cheeks flushed with heat, a mixture of surprise and anger bubbling up inside me.

"How dare you? You medium-sized piece of Fake Devil! You wanna die?" I yelled, my voice echoing in the tense air between us. I glared at him, my heart pounding, feeling a surge of indignation rise within me. How could he be so bold? The frustration coursed through me like electricity, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that his words struck deeper than just a silly insult. By the way, the entire class has fallen into a state of contemplation, their faces a mix of confusion and intrigue as they ponder the implications of my sudden outburst. The air in the room is thick with curiosity; students are exchanging hushed whispers and inquisitive glances, attempting to analyze whether my words carried any real malice or were merely an unintended slip.

"Was that an insult, sweetie?" Taehyung asked, his eyebrow arching in a playful manner while a teasing grin danced on his lips. His expression suggested that he found my comment amusing, yet there was an underlying sincerity to his question that made me pause. For a moment, I felt my confidence waver as I reevaluated my own words. What had I been thinking? It's funny how quickly doubt can overshadow boldness; suddenly I felt like a child caught in a moment of reckless abandon. But now, standing amidst this unexpected scrutiny, it seemed like I was powerless to change the situation—there was nothing that you, I, or even fate could do to alter what had just happened.

In a burst of exaggerated confidence, I stood up, drawing attention to myself, and replied in an overly sweet, sing-song voice, "Yes, dear~ alien!" My tone dripped with feigned charm, the kind that characterizes playful sarcasm. I hoped to diffuse the tension in the room, making a spectacle of my own words and turning my potential embarrassment into a lighthearted moment.

 "That 'dear' was right, but that 'Alien' was way off the mark," he remarked, his eyes narrowing as he pointed an accusing finger at me. There was a cocky grin on his face as he took a step back, casually glancing at a group of girls nearby, who were practically swooning over his attention. I felt a wave of desperation wash over me, silently praying to God for a witty savior to come to my aid and deliver a scathing comeback on my behalf. I dreaded the thought of responding myself; any attempt might send the entire classroom spiraling into a whirlwind of over analysis and speculation!

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I couldn't shake the feeling that God was listening to my prayers when Ruka suddenly piped up, her voice sharp and defiant.
 "Just because you're cool doesn't mean that every girl is drooling over crazy moron like you." With that cutting remark, she dismissed the notion with a wave of her hand, with a confident gesture, she crossed her arms over her chest, a clear sign of her defiance and determination to stand her ground.

Just then, a voice broke through the tension, coming from the doorway. "Are you sure?" It was laced with a playful challenge directed at Ruka.To my surprise, Park Jimin strolled in, his presence electrifying the room like another spirited 'Alien' entering the scene.

"Hey, bro," Taehyung called out warmly as he exchanged greetings with Jimin. Then, turning his attention to Ruka, he added, "So, are you really sure that no girls are drooling over us?" Jimin leaned forward, a teasing glint in his eyes as he took up the challenge.

"So, you've finally come to terms with the fact that you're a little crazy shit, huh?" Ruka said with a playful glint in her eye, her smirk revealing both amusement and a hint of challenge.
"Yeah, but are you really confident about that? Just take a look behind you," Jimin responded, his expression shifting to something more serious.

 We all turned our heads to follow his pointed gaze and were met with a captivating sight: a small crowd of students gathered not far from us. The girls had their eyes wide, sparkling with intrigue and admiration, while a few boys stood off to the side, pretending to act casual but clearly interested as they cast furtive glances our way. Jimin's grin widened as he leaned slightly closer, gesturing dramatically toward the audience. "See what I mean?"

Ruka's expression remained steady as she shook her head, her confidence radiating off of her. "But you're forgetting something important," she said, crossing her arms with conviction. "Chae-hi and I are both girls too, and we're definitely not interested in you or your friends at all."
 Her tone was firm, yet a playful twinkle in her eye hinted that she was enjoying this back-and-forth exchange just as much as the teasing attention from the crowd.

 "Do we look like we care that you and Chae-hi aren't interested in us?" Jimin asked, his voice dripping with contempt as he reclined in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him. He straightened his posture, a smug grin spreading across his face, as if he believed he had just delivered a knockout blow. "Seriously, don't waste your time arguing, Ruka. You're a junior, and I'm a senior. It's honestly immature," he continued, brushing a nonexistent speck of dust off his sleeve with exaggerated care. "Just focus on your cute makeup and those ridiculous internet trends that everyone seems to be obsessed with. "Ruka opened her mouth to retort, her eyes flashing with indignation, but I quickly placed a gentle hand on her arm, urging her to hold her tongue. "Let them be, Ruka. We really do have our next class to attend," I said softly, hoping to de-escalate the situation. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, as I turned my gaze to Taehyung, who was leaning against the wall with an air of nonchalance.

"Don't you have classes too?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in irritation as I took in the casual way he seemed to disregard our conversation. "Only interrupt me if you have something truly important to say; otherwise, I'd appreciate it if you just kept quiet." My voice was steady, but I could feel the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Then, I shifted my focus back to Jimin, who was still wearing that infuriating smirk. "Why do you always find a way to pick a fight with us?" I challenged, my tone now more assertive. "Do you really have that much free time on your hands to waste?"

As Ruka and I ambled down the bustling hallway, the sounds of laughter and chatter surrounded us, remnants of the lively classroom atmosphere still clinging to the air. Suddenly, I felt a firm tug on my arm, and before I could turn around, Taehyung had pulled me back into his orbit. With an infectious grin spread across his face, he playfully ruffled my meticulously arranged hair, sending a few rebellious strands flying in every direction.

Turning to face him, I caught a glimpse of the mischief sparkling in his eyes just before he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Have you lost your mind?" he asked, a teasing lilt in his tone. "Why on earth are you wearing two different socks?" His expression was a mix of amusement and genuine concern, as if my choice of footwear were a matter of grave importance. "That's the important thing I wanted to tell you," he added, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "You're really quite clumsy, Chae-hi ah." His words hung in the air, both playful and affectionate, and I couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up my cheeks.

With that, he stepped back, laughter dancing in his eyes, and alongside Jimin, who had been watching our exchange with a smirk, they turned and strolled away down the corridor, their animated voices fading into the distance. I stood there for a moment, a mix of embarrassment and delight swirling inside me, the playful teasing lingering in my mind even as I tried to adjust my hair back into place.

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