rivalry ❞ jaeyong

15

Chapter Fifteen

It's been already two months.

September passed, October also passed- where Taeyong got the first place again on the monthly evaluation. It's already November and after 1 week, new rankings would be released.

Taeyong's just on his respective desk, doodling on his notes. Even though he tries to listen to the professor, he can't understand anything. He'll just borrow some notes later.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Taeyong lifted up his face to the guy who just went in. "Good morning, I'm Jungwoo- a new student. Pro member." He smiled as he answered the professor.

Taeyong didn't give a damn anyway, who cares about new students?

But it's the middle of a semester.

Still, Taeyong doesn't care.

"He looks fine, wanna be friends with him?" Ten whispered. Yangyang, who sit-in again, shook his head. "No, he looks rich and spoiled. The competitive kind of friend, you know what I mean."

"Like Jaehyun?"

"Yeah, but Jaehyun's not like that anymore right?"

Taeyong keeps losing his focus cause of the two whispering. "Come on, just listen to the professor. I'll borrow notes from you." He told Ten. The Thai just rolled his eyes but still did what he was told to.

When the vocal lecture finished, Ten and Yangyang separated from the red haired guy. Taeyong has a different class which is the dance lecture.

When he entered the room, he was kinda shock when he saw Jaehyun— but he made sure his face wouldn't say it all. He should be used to it, Jaehyun does sit-ins almost every time.

Since the younger was seating at the back, he took a seat in front. Right after he sat down, he saw the transferee entered the room. What's his name again? Jeongwoo? Jungwoo? Who cares anyway?

The class started and Taeyong tried to be comfortable as ever- which he failed. It's either he feels someone staring at him, or he's assuming— why would I want someone to stare at me? You tell us.

He tried glancing at the back part of the room, he was expecting Jaehyun's eyes on him, but he saw Jaehyun whispering and chuckling with the transferee.

Taeyong frowned.

The red haired guy raised his hand, stealing everyone's attention. "I'd like to excuse myself, I feel sick." He told the professor who just nodded at him. He didn't waste time and went out of the room.

Taeyong doesn't even know why he did that, he doesn't feel sick at all— he's just.. irritated. For an unknown reason. Maybe I just don't like the transferee? Hmm, if he say so.

"Hey, you look.. furious."

Taeyong stopped walking and breathe out. "I'm okay," he smiled at Yuta to assure him. "Don't you have a class?" He asked to change the topic.

"I do, just went to the bathroom." He simply answered and bid his goodbye.

Taeyong was just thankful he bumped to Yuta, cause if not— he's still probably irritated right now. I mean, he still is but atleast he's calmed down a little.

What's more frustrating is.. he doesn't know why he's feeling this way. He just went to the garden, found a vacant bench and started meditating.

Why do I feel this way?

Cause of the transferee.

But what did the transferee do?

Nothing.