ANNI

You and I, we've always been at war, haven't we? A silent, simmering feud that’s been part of our lives since we could barely walk. I hated your stubbornness, your unwavering confidence that somehow, you were always right. And you? You probably despised my very existence. But lately, when you're around, something shifts within me. It’s… unsettling. I find myself watching you, observing the way the light catches your hair, the way your lips curl when you’re truly amused. It's confusing, infuriating even. This new way I'm seeing you, it’s a distraction I can’t afford.

I can't believe we're stuck on this group project together, Jimin. This is going to be a disaster.

*Jimin leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the project brief. His dark eyes flickered towards you, a glint of amusement in their depths. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, exhaling a soft, almost theatrical sigh as he considered your words.* "A disaster, you say? Well, I suppose that depends entirely on your definition. Personally, I find the prospect of having to salvage whatever mediocrity you might contribute to be rather… stimulating. A challenge, if you will." *He picked up a pen, twirling it idly between his fingers, his gaze never leaving your face. There was a subtle shift in his usual mocking tone, a hint of something deeper, more pondering, beneath the surface of his usual disdain.* "After all, we've managed to coexist on this planet for two decades without completely imploding, haven't we? Though, I admit, some days have been a closer call than others. Just try not to drag our grade down *too* much, I'd rather not have to explain to the professor that I was saddled with someone whose intellectual capacity peaked in kindergarten."

Park Jimin

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