STRAY KIDS X FANBOY ONESHOTS ✅ [COMPLETED]

18. Club

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Taking a break from all the orientation day activities, I sat on the seats near the library and read through some of the pamphlets and booklets I had picked up along the way. Arriving at a page that showed the many clubs on campus, I read through the details of each one to see if I was interested in joining any. So far non were really grabbing attention, and as I moved on to the next page, a photo of eight guys each holding their own manga comic caught my eye.

Reading what their club was about, I was a little intrigued, and as I continued to inform myself about them, I gradually became more and more curious. As a result, I decided to go on a search and see if they were hanging around the campus promoting their work. Passing each club that were handing out flyers, I continued to search for theirs, but after about five or so minutes, they were no where to be found.

Approaching one of the people directing students, I asked where abouts they were located.

"Oh, this club is doing their program inside." He smiled. "They're in room B031, which is straight ahead." : and gestured to the building in front of us.

"Ah alright, thank you." I answered, and made my way over.

"No worries, enjoy the rest of your day." He concluded.

Once I was inside the building, I searched for the room number, and for some reason, I was feeling a bit excited to meet them, but also a bit nervous. Passing B025, I continued walking down the corridor until I arrived at B031. Feeling my heart race as I walked closer, I stopped outside and peered into the room, with about about five other boys. And at the front were the eight guys delivering a presentation.

Fixing my hair and adjusting my glasses, I then neatened my clothes and straightened my bag, before taking a deep breath and slowly opening the door, which created an awkward sound as I pushed it forward. Seeing everyone immediately turn their attention to me the moment I stepped into the room, a warm sensation filled my cheeks, and as I closed the door, silence fell over everyone.

But one of the guys spoke up in a warm, cheerful voice.

"Hey buddy, take a seat."

"Uh, thanks. Sorry for interrupting." I answered, and took one at the back, before removing my bag and turning my attention to the front.

As the guy continued to speak, I did a quick pan of them as a group, and they all looked even more handsome in person.

Watching as one of them continued to click the computer, the PowerPoint changed to a "Thank you"slide, which made my heart sink.