FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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++THIRD++

Malia pecks Namjoon's lips, kissing him two, three, four times before she heads to her final class of the day. He's got one more as well and then they're off to their practices before the game tonight.

Most of their classes are offset this year so Malia doesn't get to see him very much during the morning and afternoon. They meet up on campus for lunch but it's only 30 minutes because Joon is free first. Her class runs 20 minutes into his lunch hour then they meet somewhere. He leaves 10 minutes early to walk across campus and make sure that he makes it to class on time.

It may sound complex but it's worth it to them. This is how they've adapted to make sure that they m see each other as much as possible. Along with studying after classes or after practice, sleeping in the same room and eating meals together.

They way that they've been sleeping up under each other since his birthday party, part of Namjoon kind of feels like they share a suite. He's always in hers and Janae is mostly with Xavier so they have it to themselves.

"I'll come to your suite right after practice and just shower there." Namjoon tells Malia as she hugs him.

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too." Namjoon pecks her lips a final time before they part ways. He walks down the hall to his class and Malia walks into hers.

She sits at a desk in the front but off to the right. She doesn't have any classes with any of her friends this year so she's bummed about that. But there's nothing that she can do about it. They're in different majors and she's a junior while the majority of them are seniors.

Next year, it'll be just herself, Janae, Namjoon, Kaia and Jay. How weird that'll feel....

The buzzer goes off and Malia takes her laptop and materials out to take notes for the class. Just after the buzzer stops, a figure jogs in.

He's out of breath as he walks to the professor's desk. He hands him a slip and the professor reads it before nodding. With a black cap on his head, shielding his eyes and majority of his face from onlookers, he proceeds further into the class.

He looks up to find an available seat and Malia gets a look at him. His eyebrows seem to be sort of triangle shaped; with the length of his eyelid being longer and more upward than the on the outside and descending on the inside.

His eyes are small with sharp outlines, feeding into the soft triangular shape of them. The space between his eyebrow and his eye is flat, allowing just a subtle crease in the lid.

His nose is button shaped, not too big nor too small in comparison to the rest of his facial features. It's the perfect size. His lips are thinly shaped and warm pastel pink, a contrast to his milky skin.

As he walks past Malia, his eyes look over before shifting back to the seat that he's heading for. It's three behind her and two over. Many people in the class look at him as he takes his things out to take notes.

Dressed in black jeans, the classic black Vans with the white stripe and a black hoodie with the word 'vetements' on it, he's a classic college student. People are just curious to see him.

As the professor starts talking, everyone's attention is turned back onto him. Throughout the duration of class, a few of the students sneak glances at him.

Malia takes notes diligently, listening attentively as the professor talks. She types on her laptop and makes billeting points of things that are important.

As always, she tunes everything else out as she focuses on the professor. Time dwindles down until it's three minutes before the bell. The professor is finished with his lesson for the day giving the students time to digest a little and tweak their notes if they need to. This is also a good time to ask questions if they have any.