Can i love you ?

33

Today, I had psychology, biochemistry, and mathematics on my schedule. To be honest, I didn't want to study psychology at all, and I hadn't fully prepared for the seminar yesterday, which made me even more worried. Minji's class didn't bother me; there was a lecture for that. But psychology was a different story.

"I'll meet you in class," Minji said, turning off the engine.

"What? You have a class with me now?" I asked, surprised.

"I don't know what you have, but I have a class with your group," she grinned.

"I thought you were my second lesson," I admitted.

"The second lesson with you is on Monday," Minji reminded me.

"Damn, I'm confused," I sighed as I got out of the car.

"Seems like you're not feeling happy," Minji muttered.

"No, quite the opposite. I just thought I'd suffer through psychology right away," I admitted.

"And what do you have for psychology?" she asked.

"A seminar, I think," I uncertainly answered, stepping out of the car.

"Well, are you ready?" Minji raised an eyebrow in her usual manner.

"For about 6 out of 8 questions," I chuckled.

"It seems like you need to be punished," she said, catching up with me.

"No, punish me for another subject. It's not fair," I joked. But then, slyly shooting my eyes at her, I agreed.

Minji said nothing, only smiled ambiguously. As we approached the building, she quickened her pace to catch up with Miss Handong. I decided to lag behind, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but I noticed that both women smiled and occasionally greeted other students.

Taking my usual seat at the second desk, I waited for Minji to appear. As soon as the bell rang, we heard the familiar sound of heels approaching, and my heart skipped a beat, just like before. Confidently, she walked into the classroom, took out her materials, and glanced around the room, not lingering on anyone longer than necessary, including me.

Minji confidently delivered the lecture, occasionally jotting down notes on the blackboard. She tried not to look at me, but I could sense it was difficult for her. I hurried to take notes so that I could also take in her confidence and mannerisms. I loved her regal image, her confident and slightly cold voice. I admired the way she carried herself around everyone, but what I loved the most was the way she was different for me.

After about half an hour into the class, someone confidently opened the door without even bothering to knock. The entire class turned their attention to this intruder, but neither Minji nor I seemed surprised. Standing at the threshold was Woodz, apparently intending to enter the classroom.

"Don't you think, young man, that you're overstepping the boundaries of what's permissible? I didn't give you permission to enter," Minji said confidently and coldly.

"I think I can," the guy replied insolently.

I tensed up, but Minji didn't hesitate for a second and gave a clear response:

"You're wrong, Woodz. Leave the classroom immediately; don't test my patience."

"Maybe it's not worth it with me? After all, I can go to the dean's office," he challenged.

"Go ahead, and while you're at it, write an explanation for why you were late to class," Minji's confidence didn't waver.

The guy left the room, perhaps hoping for a different outcome. Minji resumed the lecture, and at that moment, I received a message that made my phone ring.