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my head bobs up and down with my eyes drawing open and close and finally my head hits the desk. i slowly feel myself drift off to la la land. staying up last night watching variety shows to drown out my emotions probably seemed like a good idea at the time but right now i don't even know what class i'm in.
i agonizingly lift up my head and through my blurry barely opened eyes i see a very fashionable man at the front of the class. i sigh dropping my head on my desk. i've never been intoxicated before but i'm guessing this is what it feels like.
"i'm in englis-" i mumble feeling a nudge to my side.
"what happened to you?" it's taehyung. with my head still on the desk, i turn it to face him and my hair goes all over my face and on the desk.
"yah!" he whisper yells. "you look like kayako from that horror mo-" i just blink having no energy to counter his mean remark, "didn't you sleep last night?" he pushes my hair out of my face and i look up at him. i swear i would be a blushing mess right now if i wasn't so exhausted.
"i slept at 4'o clock," my eyes open and close. "and got up at 6 a.m." a sudden clicking sound causes me to jump in surprise and my eyes stay open for a few seconds, "have this," taehyung puts a straw to my mouth.
"it tastes bitter," i purse my lips nd scrunch my nose. "what are you feeding me?" i drop my head onto the desk.
"coffee in a can," he whispers. "now drink, it'll help."
i drink a little more and slowly start to feel my energy come back to me. i slowly tie my hair up into a top knot style and i sip on the caffeinated drink once more, "so what were you doing the entire night that got you in this state?" he questions, being wary of namjoon-nim.
"yah! i wanna know to?" taehyung and i turn around to see a smiling yet concerned looking jimin.
"i was streaming running man, it's a variety show where luhan stars." i quicky say and jimin shakes his head in despair.
"her love for luhan has no boundaries, hyung." guk pipes in and taehyung just listens. i pout at the both of them and turn forward.
it's true luhan is ultimate bias.
"so you're a lufan?" taehyung asks but it's sounds more of a statement than anything else. i look at him surprised, my tiredness suddenly being washed away. how does he know that luhan's fandom is known as lufans?
i nod, "how do you know that? are you secretly fan as well?" he shrugs and i furrow my eyebrows at him, "stop being sketchy, taehyung ah~" he smirks and looks down at his notebook. i stare at him while sipping on my coffee hoping to make him uncomfortable.
he lightly lifts up his head and he chuckles, "you want to know something?" i nod my head and move closer to him. "do you know why it's called the mall?" he whispers.
