Just College

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Sleep?. A nap?.

That was what Daya had in mind to do during this lecture. It was indeed tempting to give in. The whole place was a good kind of cold and the student jacket she wore suddenly made more sense and became really useful. Then, the darkness. It was okay, till the point you could see to take down notes, watch the displayed teachings on the wall and catch the reflective glow on Prof Jessi's pretty face. Hearing Professor Jessi's addicting voice was also like a siren lullaby, all trying to lull Daya to sleep. She was tired as fuck, and she was sure she wasn't the only one. They weren't even given a day's break from their travels before resuming classes the very next day.

Who wouldn't be tired?. But despite all these temptations, Daya kept her eyes open, writing into her note pad, with neater strokes than the other, whenever she remembered her mother's business, the reason she was taking this course.

But gawd, it was so tempting to lay her head on her locker.

Jessi will catch her though, if there is a sudden empty space between these two other students. She pushed her fingers into her hair, listening with a half heart while trying to triple task. Her roommate was different though, taking notes so diligently. Same, went for the boy on her other side.

Have you ever felt so unserious being around serious minded students?. Yeah. That's how Daya felt. Like the most unserious one out of more than 200 students.

The fuck. I am serious please.

A soft graze on her tigh and she subtly dropped her eyes down, seeing one of the hands that did things to her, resting there. Just laying on her tigh and she suddenly wished she wasn't wearing shorts. A material that was being slowly pushed up to expose more skin. Daya dragged her eyes back to her book, breath catching as the hand came in direct contact with her skin and just stayed there, respecting boundaries.

He knew what he was doing. The fact that he was as calm as one could be while doing this was so attractive. He wrote down notes with his right hand, the left on Daya's tigh while he relaxed so nonchalantly. Seungmin glanced at her, the corner of his lips rising a little at how she was so disorientated by this. He looked back at his book, putting a fullstop at the end of his last sentence.

The class was dark. His hand under that desk won't be noticed by unwanted people, the reason he took the risk. But, except Nari, it seemed. She knew. She saw it. But kept her eyes straight, focusing on writing notes for two people now. Daya was finally giving into temptations, she was out of it to copy notes and that leaves poor Nari to copy for two.

Daya felt her eyes close. Seungmin's massages on her tigh was really calling her for a nap and who was she not to finally give into the call of nature in a stylish way. Head silently bent in a dip with her hair protecting her image like a curtain, Daya fell into a soundless sleep with her protector on her left side.

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"I can't believe you slept during classes", Nari sassed the girl walking beside her as they strolled back to the dorms after a long day.

Daya scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "I can't believe you let me sleep through it all and even sleep more after classes ended", she accused. "The nerve to blame me", a hmph.

Nari glanced down at the girl. She was cute no doubt, but it wasn't even her fault that she let Daya sleep. She was asked to. As politely and awkwardly as someone could ask. Seungmin asked her to. Asked her to let the girl sleep some more. He had in a way told her he wasn't just a senior to Daya. Seungmin saw no need to be so careful around her. She had seen him with her. In a way he couldn't even begin denying. That was why he summoned a lot of courage to ask her to let Daya sleep more before speedwalking away to his friends.