Sugar Rush

9

The building looked really scary. Even after spending one and half years here, the building looked bigger, more dangerous. As if its sole motive was to humiliate whoever walked in it. The institution that taught that capitalism was bad, but still worked on capitalism itself. Namjoon wanted to laugh when it reminded him of Derrida's theory of displacement of centre. He stood for a while as the other students walked past him and he stared at the huge letters inscribed on the building.

Department of Law and Order.

Namjoon closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before stepping into the building. The stares he was getting were unfamiliar. All this time, he had laid low and never said anything to anyone. His performance, debates and grades spoke for him. But today, maybe they won't be able to help Namjoon. He reminded himself that the first thing to do is to go to the dean's office and beg for one extra week. His walk was so fast that he didn't notice a stick that came into his way and eventually made him fall to the ground. Everyone around him gasped. He groaned and looked up.

"That is where you belong, Kim Namjoon." Miso smiled as the others behind giggled.

Namjoon got up, took his bag with him and glared at Miso, "What the fuck, Miso? What's wrong with you?"

Miso scoffed, "I am just showing you your place, Namjoon. Pick the mop and start doing your work. You will need money to survive, won't you?"

Namjoon rolled his eyes, "I can't believe how desperate you are. What will you do if I don't get kicked out today? Start crying? Or will you go to your rich father whine about it till they have to do something about me?"

Miso glared at him in anger and was about to say something when a deep voice rumbled behind her, "What is going on?"

They all turned around and looked behind Miso. Miso gulped, "Myungmin professor."

Myungmin looked at everyone with a very uninteresting gaze, "Why are you all standing here? Don't you have classes?"

Miso smirked, "Profesor, everyone is standing here to pacify our dear Namjoon-shi."

Namjoon scoffed. Our dear Namjoon-shi. Such a fake assbi-

"Why do you need to pacify him?" Myungmin raised an eyebrow, "What happened to him?"

Miso tilted her head, "He is going to be kicked out for not paying his fees."

Namjoon looked at Myungmin, "I was going to the dean t-"

"What nonsense are you all speaking?" Myungmin yelled. "He isn't going anywhere. He paid his fees last night. Now get back to your classes before I give extra assignments to everyone."

Everyone scattered from the hall, leaving Miso and Namjoon alone. Myungmin looked at Miso, "I think you want the assignment desperately."

Miso looked at Namjoon with a piercing gaze and left the hall. Myungmin raised his eyebrows, "Why were you shocked when I said that your fees were paid?"

Namjoon gulped, "Because it was supposed to come after a few days. That's the reason I wanted to meet the dean so that I can get some extension."

Myungmin nodded, "Anyway, get back to the class."

Namjoon bowed to him and went to the class. He sighed as he sat on his seat feeling the stares of everyone. But one particularly hard one. He knew who it was and he chose to ignore everyone. He took out the phone and opened the messenger app and stared at the message exchange he had last night.

Kim Seokjin

Hi...

Is this Kim Soekjin?