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I was at my very last subject and It was already my class for professor kim, but it has been half an hour since he was supposed to come—it's already the cut off and I can already go home. Should I go home and meet with jeongguk at the rooftop right now? I know he'd be really happy about it. I'll ask him about the cutie we adopted. I started to arrange my things but the—
"calling choi haine, please professor kim needs you proceed to drama club "
The intercom was heard all over the campus and I guess my plans would be cut short—I just hoped this was something that'll be easy to deal with. I really wanna know about the cutie. I hastily made my way to professor kim's room.
"sir kim?"
"haine!"
"taehyung?"
"I knew you'd come!"
"w—why are you here? Where's sir seokjin?"
"brother's out for a while but he's going to return about 5:oopm and until then we can practice"
5:oo? Oh shit, no—I haven't told jeongguk about it.
"f-five and practice a what?!"
The elder chuckled at my remark as he show off his rectangular smile.
"I knew you'd forget about your commitment with us, don't you remember? Oh my holy shit—hyung! y—you're earlier than expected!"
My head snapped at my back and right there and then, I saw the ever charismatic psychology professor of mine—professor kim seokjin.
"what the fuck were you thinking you alien! We were in themiddle of a meeting and you had to use my name, argh—come here you brat!"
and there, I saw the ever charismatic, favorite professor of mine unleash his sassiness and strictness while he spank the alien who called me when I should've just walked my way to the rooftop.
"okay, so where were we?"
"um, sir ... taehyung called for me, h—he said we're going to practice?"
"oh! Right! Yes, that—I've
almost forgotten about that!"
"why do I have to practice?"
"good question, to be honest—I'll get straight to the point. I want you to be the face of the drama club"
my good mood wore off and I could not—I could not decipher what he had just said.
"um—pardon?"
"I said, I want you to be the face of the drama club and I'm fucking serious about it"
"b—but i—why? I'm not pretty and well, yeah ... I can sing but that's all I do!"
"ho ho ho, you cannot say no to me my little masked siren"
