Title: Look In The Mirror 1/?
Pairing: girl!JongKey (Junghee/Gwiboon)
Genre(s): humor, romance, fluff?
Summary: Junghee and Gwiboon hate each other on principle yet they end up being partners for a school project. Catty comments and sarcasm ensue.
The prequel to A Fine Line
Part 1/Part 2
Junghee dropped into her seat, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. Not surprisingly, Gwiboon’s seat was still empty. The girl liked to make a grand entrance or something. Junghee was sure that the rest of the class was thrilled with this arrangement- it gave them the opportunity to stare at her, the girls trying to memorize the way she carried herself and did her hair so they could copy it later while the boys simply gaped, obviously imagining themselves undressing her as she panted their names.
Junghee thought that it was just ridiculous.
She didn’t need some girl to show her how to be fabulous and desirable- she already knew
. And she absolutely hated to see the boys stare at the other girl with lustful gazes- it was sickening to be completely honest.
She didn’t know how the other girl put up with it. Why would she give those guys an opportunity to ogle at her?
Junghee, being quite beautiful as well, knew how it felt to have countless eyes of the opposite sex following the sway of her hips, and it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sure, it was a bit of a confidence booster on days when she felt fat, but it really wasn’t a very pleasant feeling. Especially when all of the guys who were watching were disgusting.
Yep, Junghee found pretty much every guy in the whole school disgusting. They just…followed her around when she wanted to be left alone. And they always put their hands all over her- their clumsy hands trying to fit around her waist or her arm. She had pretty much decided that she didn’t need them, so she tried her best to brush them off whenever possible. Though that didn’t stop most of them from trying to win her attention.
But she certainly wasn’t the recipient of any unwanted male attention at the moment considering Gwiboon chose that moment to waltz into the classroom, her honey brown ringlets flowing softly behind her and her skirt swishing around her pale and slender thighs.
Junghee took this opportunity to desperately search for a flaw that the other girl had overlooked- a stray curl, a blemish, a thread hanging from her skirt: anything
. But, of course, there was absolutely nothing wrong. Junghee quietly scoffed and adjusted her own skirt over her legs, tucking her thick brown hair behind her ear.
“Hello Junghee,” Gwiboon said as she sat down, crossing her long legs elegantly, “Did you get the homework done last night?”
“Of course I did,” Junghee snapped, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Did Gwiboon want to one-up her in their English grades as well? Gwiboon rolled her eyes at the other’s snippy response as she laughed, eyes turning into crescents.
“I wasn’t accusing you of anything,” she smiled, bow lips stretched across her perfect, white teeth, “I just wanted to ask you about number four. I’m not sure I conjugated the verb correctly.”
“Oh,” Junghee responded dumbly. Somehow the other girl had made her look like an idiot again.
“Can I see your workbook?” Gwiboon held out her hand expectantly, her other hand holding her own workbook open to the page of their assignment. Junghee sighed and fished her homework from her bag and handed it over, if only so she didn’t look like a bitch. She was well aware that at least half the class was watching them right now.
“Oh I did
do it right!” Gwiboon smiled, handing Junghee her workbook back. Junghee concentrated on not rolling her eyes. Of course
she’d done it right.
By the time the class was beginning to wrap up, Junghee was sure that she was going to throw up from the amount of times Gwiboon had made the professor blush. Just from looking
at him. It was nauseating.
, she may
have convinced the professor to push back the due date of their compositions by a week with her trademark puppy eyes, but at least she was pretty sure the professor wasn’t trying to look up her skirt. The guy had to be kidding himself if he thought that dropping a piece of chalk in front of Gwiboon’s desk wasn’t obvious. And creepy.
Though, to Gwiboon’s credit, she’d tactfully ignored it, simply glancing over her notes carefully and squeezing her thighs just a little bit tighter together. But Junghee still thought that it was her fault that the professor was leering to begin with.
“Do you all understand the assignment?” the perverted professor asked, “The presentation is due in three weeks. Please use your best judgment when selecting your partner. I will have no sympathy if you have partner issues. Alright…I think that’s it. See you next week.”
Just when Junghee was going to let out a sigh of relief at being able to escape the professor and his eye candy, Gwiboon was leaning over, a warm hand on her forearm.
“Want to be partners?” the other girl asked, perfectly shaped brows raised as she waited for an answer. Junghee was, for once, at a loss for words. Just a week ago, Gwiboon had been shooting her dirty looks out of the corner of her feline eyes. Now she was asking for help on the homework and wanting to be partners? What happened
“Um…” Junghee could feel eyes on her back- the whole damn classroom seeming to give a shit whether or not she was going to be partners with Gwiboon. Of course that might be because they
wanted to be partners with one of them. Junghee imagined getting stuck with an idiotic guy who made her do all the work and did nothing but stare at her boobs. Gwiboon was certainly better than that
. Plus, if she refused, she’d look like a total jerk.
“Sure,” she replied, shooting Gwiboon a fake smile and yanking her arm away.
“Perfect,” Gwiboon’s smile was terse from having her hand thrown off so forcefully, “Meet me at the library tomorrow at 2.” And with that she was striding out of the classroom with her purse slung over her shoulder, leaving Junghee supremely annoyed. And confused.
“You’re late,” Gwiboon stated, clucking her tongue, as soon as Junghee sat down at the table next her in the library.
“By thirty seconds,” Junghee huffed, pulling her notebook from her bag.
“More like six minutes,” Gwiboon corrected, tapping her pen against the hard wood of the table.
“Whatever,” Junghee rolled her eyes, “All of this coming from the girl who walks in thirty seconds before the bell.”
“Excuse you, I have a class across campus ten minutes before English,” Gwiboon spat, “Besides, why would I want to sit there and let the pervy professor check me out for longer than necessary?”
“As if you don’t invite his leering with your eye batting and hair flipping. And your skirts are always practically up to your crotch.”
Gwiboon just raised her eyebrows and glanced at Junghee’s lap, poking her exposed thigh with a perfectly manicured finger. Junghee just rolled her eyes, tugging down her skirt.
“Whatever,” she grumbled, flipping to an empty page in her notebook.
“Just so you know, I asked to be your partner so these rumors about cat fights between us don’t continue,” Gwiboon mentioned casually, though Junghee hadn’t heard these rumors, “Also, I don’t want to have to carry a partner who is going to expect me to do all of the work. Or is actually too stupid to do anything useful.”
“I accepted because I didn’t want to look like a bitch and I didn’t want to have to combat some guy’s wandering hands while I tried to get this project done,” Junghee responded, eyes trained on the blank page of her notebook.
Much to her surprise, Gwiboon burst out into laughter at that, her delicate hand covering her mouth as she giggled. Junghee stared at the other girl in confusion.
“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” Gwiboon laughed.
Junghee felt her cheeks heat up, but she had no idea why.
This was going to be an exhausting three weeks.
“That’s a retarded idea,” Junghee stated when Gwiboon had finished explaining how she thought they should present their topic. Gwiboon scowled.
“Why are you so difficult?”
“Why are you such a pain in the ass??”
“We’re never going to finish at this rate,” Gwiboon sighed, resting her chin in her palms and staring into space. It was only the second time they had met up, but Junghee was already going crazy. She let her head fall onto the table, making a loud thunk that only made the librarian, who was glaring at them for being noisy, clear her throat loudly. Gwiboon rolled her eyes in annoyance.
“Want to go work on this at the coffee shop? We’re not making any progress here anyway,” Gwiboon suggested. Junghee nodded, head still on the table.
Ten minutes later they were walking across campus to the closest coffee shop, their breath forming clouds in the cold air. Junghee was happy, despite herself. She might be with Gwiboon, but at least they were out of that stuffy library- the leaves were now all shades of vibrant red and yellow and the air was crisp and refreshing, even as it nipped at the tip of her nose. Plus, she was on her way to a steaming cup of caffeine, and for that, she couldn’t complain.
“Can’t you be quiet for two minutes?” Gwiboon huffily asked.
“Huh?” Junghee turned to the other girl, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“You were humming
,” Gwiboon clarified.
“Oh,” Junghee shrugged. She’d gotten so used to her own habit that she didn’t even realize when she was doing it anymore, though it made sense that she’d been humming considering BoA’s Hurricane Venus
was now running through her head.
“Good song though,” Gwiboon grudgingly admitted after a moment, eyes still trained straight ahead.
“Exactly, so why can’t I hum it?” Junghee asked, knowing that she was being a pain.
“Because you’re not BoA,” Gwiboon immediately fired back. Junghee didn’t really have much to say to that, so the two walked the remaining distance in silence.
Despite Junghee’s refusal to admit that she was cold in her weather-inappropriate mini skirt, the warmth of the coffee shop was a welcome relief. And although the weather was cold, the café wasn’t too crowded like it got in the dead of winter.
“Why don’t you get us a table?” Gwiboon suggested, unbuttoning her coat, “I’ll order. What do you want?”
“Medium mocha with whipped cream,” Junghee immediately responded, digging through her purse for money to give the other girl.
“That’s not real coffee,” Gwiboon wrinkled her nose.
“What? Do you drink it black?” Junghee challenged, shoving a handful of bills at her.
“I drink lattes thank you very much,” she announced, nose practically in the air, “That’s just espresso and steamed milk. No sugar.”
“I know what a latte is,” Junghee rolled her eyes, “But thank you for explaining that complex concept to me.” Gwiboon narrowed her eyes before stalking off toward the cash register, her flats smacking on the wood floor. Junghee watched her order their drinks, blatantly ignoring the way the cashier was flirting with her in favor of fiddling with her rings.
The almost nervous habit of the other girl surprised Junghee since she’d never seen Gwiboon looking any less than completely confident. But that was hardly a flaw that she could count against her, so she turned away and claimed a table in the back, nestled into a corner. It was cozy.
Not that Junghee felt like cozying up to Gwiboon or anything. The other girl would probably smack her if got within a foot of her personal space anyway.
“Here’s your dessert,” Gwiboon announced sarcastically, plunking the cup down in front of Junghee before she elegantly climbed onto the stool opposite her, latte clutched in her hand- seemingly perfect as ever.
Junghee was determined to find a flaw in Gwiboon. Besides the obvious facts that she was a bitch and extremely anal retentive. But those went without saying.