Maybe it's just the weather, or how the birds' lovely singing crosses his hearing, or just because the school year finally ended.
Nevertheless, the morning seemed uplifting for the pure alpha as he walked through the large school gates for the last time of his first-year college days.
Or is it really the last time?
"Student Park Jisung, take a seat," the dean of their department acknowledged, which he immediately did. "So, I see you have some problems with your subjects."
"Yes, dean," he answered without hesitation.
"And I suppose I already briefed you about this last month, I think?"
"Yes, dean."
"And you know that we'll be talking about you retaking two of your classes, am I right?"
"Yes, dean."
"You sound reassuring; do your parents know?"
"Yes"
"And what did they say?"
"They say they're letting me take summer classes."
"And you're very okay with that?"
"Yes"
Let's just say the woman was surprised, as she eyed the male suspiciously.
Like, how can he be so chill and smiley?
The previous students she recorded for retaking are either slumped or frowning, but this one is different.
"I'm amused," she voiced out while signing the Parent/Guardian Slip for his summer classes. "You seem relaxed; why? Does your crush want to retake too?"
"Oh no," Jisung answered almost immediately. "It's just... I don't know either," he shrugged.
Yeah, why do I feel good? I must be troubled. Am I getting crazy?
"Yeah? Maybe it's the weather then. It's cloudy and the air's cool." She slid the neatly folded note in front of him with a warm smile. "I'll be enrolling you in Advance English every Monday and Wednesday, then Discrete Mathematics for Tuesdays and Thursdays. Fridays onwards are your free days, so I'm expecting you to do well on given activities, okay?"
"Of course," he decided, replying simply with a small smile.
"Alright, off you go! You'll start next week. Wishing you the best luck, Jisung. I don't want to see your name on retakes again."
"Thank you so much, dean!"
With a polite bow and a smile, he walked out of the office.
And that's where his face dropped, and several curses escaped his mouth.
Wednesdays are squad sleepovers. Fucking hell.
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