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nine

Making my way to the music class, I realized I forgot my notebook. Great, Jisung!

I saw Chan standing right in front of the door, waving at me.

"Hi..?" was he waving to me or to the person behind me?

"Hello, Jisung! What's your first class? Do you need help with anything?"

"I have..music. Yeah well.. kind of? I don't know where the class is.." I nervously said.

"I'll lead you there. Follow me!"

How was he so energetic? It was eight in the morning.

"Hyunjin also has music class right now. You can sit beside him! Here's the class. I'll take my leave now, bye Jisung!" before I could reply he was already gone.

"Okay..thank..you?"

Who is Hyunjin and why did he mention him?

I walked in the class and observed it carefully. Seeing an empty seat I quickly took it, claiming my spot in this classroom.

"I'm Mr. Kim and I'm your music teacher this year.."

★

There was no way we had to work in a group. And I was paired with that Hyunjin dude. We had to make a song and then sing it in front of the class. It was due next week as well. 

Is the teacher crazy?

While leaving the class, a hand stopped me. "Hey, you're Han Jisung, right?"

Speaking about the wolf...

My heart was beating so hard it could fly out of my chest right here right now. "Yeah.."

"Great! We can do the project in the dance studio, after classes. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure. What day?" I only accepted so I wouldn't get a bad grade. If it wasn't a project I would have rejected the invitation.

"What about Friday?"

"Alright. Well..see you next time, Hyunjin."

"Bye!"

I turned around and realized that all eyes were on me. Every single student was looking at me like I had just committed a crime.

A girl was glaring at me. If only eyes could kill..

Another girl was biting her lip and clenching her fist.

What the hell did you do, Jisung?

Ignoring them (both the voices inside my head and the girls), I went to the third floor looking for my next class.

"Shit-" I let out a cuss when I felt myself hit the floor.

"Bro, can't you watch where you're going?!" a guy, a rather annoyed one, spoke.

"Minho? Oh. I'm sorry, I wasn't looking. I'll pay more attention next time." I apologized, avoiding any sort of eye contact. It was too embarrassing.

When he realized it was me, his face softened. "Whatever. Just forget it, it's not a big deal. Let me help you.." he held out his hand as I hesitantly grabbed onto it.

That.. was weird. Minho is weird.

"Thank you.. I'm sorry! I won't let it happen again."

"What classes do you have next?" why does he care about me? 

Wake up, Jisung. He's asking out of politeness only, why would he look after you? 

"Geography, maths and then I have history. After lunch, I have dance practice and that's all."