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University has been an overwhelming handful, despite only being two weeks in.
As a college freshman, you've always had the idea that uni life is full of fun parties and dating. Well, you're not entirely wrong, but all of the fun stuff is merely wedged in between unexciting essays and projects.
For you, it's also wedged between timing your showers so they don't line up with the shower guy--not because you think he's weird or something, but because you would probably combust trying to be in that situation without dying of embarrassment.
At least there's one thing you can always look forward to each day: the cute guy you see at the cafe each afternoon. You usually go there after a few classes and today, English is first on the schedule.
Oppositely, the one thing you never fail to dread is this class. This lecture is filled to the brim, and you don't have any friends here.
It's only a few minutes in, but this class is already boring as fuck.
That is, until the cute guy from the very cafe you go to each day stumbles into class.
He definitely just woke up--tousled hair, oily face, and barely open eyes--it's almost as obvious as the way you can't seem to take your eyes off him. His loose outfit consisting of grey sweatpants and a hoodie does absolutely nothing to make him less attractive.
In fact, you think it makes him even hotter. It's The Boyfriend Look™.
He bows to the annoyed professor as he finds his way through the crowd of equally sleepy students, and you internally berate yourself for dozing off in this class when you could've spent that time staring at his ethereal beauty.
It looks like destiny has plans for you to make up for that lost time, however, because he sits right next to you.
"Hi," he whispers, slightly apologetic as he unpacks his school materials.
You nod to acknowledge him, a little too flustered by his presence to say anything else.
He drops his water bottle on the ground; it thunks loudly, drawing the attention of the people in the lecture. Although he rushes to pick it up, the professor still scowls at him.
"Mr. Jeon, I think we'd appreciate it if you held back from disturbing the lecture any further."
