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➽Ch. 3 "Collision"

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Collide - Justine Skye

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╰┈➤ ❝ Baby, it's all yours if you want me, all yours if you want me. Put it down if you want me, tonight❞

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"Charity date auction?" (Y/n) doesn't know how to take that information.

Mr.Chu rubs the back of his head "Freshmen usually are the only ones who enter the auction, only girls can bid and the winner to the auction get's the date with their chosen male student" he explains, watching as (Y/n) squints his eyes at him.

"Okaaayy?? And?"
"-And. . . Since you're a new student, they've considered you as part of the 'freshmen'. You'll be participating in this auction as one of the possible candidates, representing the Writing Department" 

. . .Shit. Groaning, (Y/n) rubs his face, he's not against the idea of being part of the auction, it could be fun, but he's. . . Not JUST into girls.

"I want guys to bid as well" 

Mr.Chu chokes on his coffee, coughing violently as he places his mug down and turns to (Y/n) whose got his arms crossed, determined and with a stoic face, Mr.Chu sputters to regain himself. Hitting his chest a little, he chokes out a "Really?" as he hums and soon takes in a breath to stop himself from coughing.

"I'll have to talk to the Principal about it about your input, if not, I'll do my best to make sure both boys and girls can bid for at least your part of the auction! In the meantime, think about what you could do to fund money during the festival, any talents? I don't mind helping by the way, so don't be scared to ask for my assistance!" Mr.Chu says, grabbing his little notebook with flowers on it to write down his ideas. The notebook was gifted to him by his niece, so he used it quite often, he loves it, made him happy. He even showed (Y/n) the drawings that his niece drew in it, both laughing and enjoying the little bonding session as they talked about the backstories to their school supplies.

Smiling a little, (Y/n) releases his posture "Thanks Mr.Chu, I promise to ask for anything if I need any help" 

And with that, (Y/n) is back to turning on his music and working. Mr.Chu doesn't mind it, he even advises that he listens to a variety of songs in different languages so he can get more of a grasp on multitasking in many languages at once. Tapping against his desk while he thought, Mr.Chu suddenly sits up from his desk and slams his hand down on his desk "(Y/N)!"

Jolting up, (Y/n) almost falls out his chair but was able to save himself by grabbing the end of his desk and gripping it, only half out his chair as he was silent for a second, his life had just flashed before his eyes "Y-. . . yeah?" 

"Join the concert the school will hold for the festival!" 
"What-" (Y/n) coughed, confused beyond belief as he pulls himself to stand and fix his chair "Mr.Chu, I really don't sing like- at all-"

Mr.Chu raises his phone and walks over, putting it up to (Y/n)'s face and showing him the video of him singing while doing the dishes last night. Smiling, Mr.Chu pulls his phone back "King recorded it, he said you had a nice voice besides the one you speak in so he sent me a video!" 

Okay, (Y/n) feels as though he should be bothered or embarrassed for being caught singing while doing the dishes, but who doesn't? Face sinched together in some annoyance, he peers back at Mr.Chu whose giddy, smiling "You don't need to be the best, but it would be fun, wouldn't it? You could sing in another language even!" 

". . . I'm not too all for it-" 
"But (Y/NNNNNNN)!"
"Chu, I am literally listening to a song about raw dogging some girl's man and then asking her if she'd be into the same things done to him." (Y/n) stood his ground, crossing his arms as Mr.Chu looks as if his brain is trying to load the page they're on. Listening to the song playing still from (Y/n)'s phone as his eyebrows scrunch together in concentration.