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Seo Changbin crossed his arms.
"I'm not happy, I disapprove."

Chan pouted. "Why? Jisung
is my friend!"

"Literally the entire school
is your friend, Bang Christopher
Chan." Changbin shook his head.
"And you suddenly decide to add
this squirrel looking ass to
our peaceful friendship? He
doesn't have enough swag."

Jisung sighed. He was trapped
in his seat in the wall corner next
to Chan, and a new face in front
of them. All he wanted was to eat
his damn lunch. But now he was
wondering why Chan's friend was here
on the second day of school. Wasn't
he supposed to come next week?

"Listen here Junbin, I may not
be swaggy but at least I'm not
that short." Jisung stuck his
tongue out.

Changbin slammed his hands against
the table. "It's Changbin! And you
shut up, swagless quokka face."

Jisung scoffed. "So what if I look
like a quokka? That's cuter than
an inverted triangle."

Both Jisung and Changbin whipped
their heads to look at Chan in sync.
Because he was being too quiet.

Jisung scrunched his nose.
"Why are you making that ugly
pouty face?"

"Who the fuck are you to call my
Bang Chan ugly?" Changbin glared.

Jisung's eyes widened. "Woah-
you guys are dating?"

Chan's head shot up at the words.
His cheeks were infused with shades
of red. He fumbled. "Wh- who? We?
Why do you think that-"

"We're best friends. But he's MY
best friend, hence MY Bang Chan.
Get it, loser?" Changbin spat,
failing to notice the blushing
mess his supposed best
friend was.

Jisung laughed. "Let's see how
long it takes before that line
is crossed."

Changbin looked behind him,
then back at Jisung, confused.
"Which line?"
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a;n
these boys are a bunch of dumb clowns.