Namjoon hissed to Yoongi, appearing suddenly by his desk, weirdly hunched and then dropping into a crouch, essentially pressing himself up right against it like a very needy dog. The people sitting near Yoongi were turning their heads to look at them. Class was almost over, the tutorial had been finished and there was Namjoon, squirming.
"Do you remember your codes? This is exactly why I told you to make a laminated copy for your school binde-- you don't even have a school binder." Namjoon observed as he eyed up his desk with dismay. "How do you even organise your study notes?"
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Namjoon hissed to Yoongi, appearing suddenly by his desk, weirdly hunched and then dropping into a crouch, essentially pressing himself up right against it like a very needy dog. The people sitting near Yoongi were turning their heads to look at them. Class was almost over, the tutorial had been finished and there was Namjoon, squirming.
"Do you remember your codes? This is exactly why I told you to make a laminated copy for your school binde-- you don't even have a school binder." Namjoon observed as he eyed up his desk with dismay. "How do you even organise your study notes?"