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"Come in," the professor called out, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Slowly, the boy opened the classroom door, bowing respectfully to their professor. "Sorry, sir, for disturbing your teaching," he apologized, trying to maintain a respectful demeanor.

The professor waved it off with a smile. "No worries, just find your proper seat, please," he replied, ready to continue his lecture. But before he could proceed, he was interrupted once again.

"Sir, actually, I saw one of my classmates in the other building. He was in trouble finding this room, which caused him to be late," the boy explained, turning to show the professor the said classmate.

Jimin, standing outside the classroom, smiled shyly at the professor, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

The boy looked back at Jimin, mentally facepalming himself for not realizing that Jimin hadn't entered the room yet. "Come," he said quietly, nodding his head to indicate that Jimin should enter.

Jimin bowed his head, his hood still covering most of his face, feeling a bit self-conscious. Slowly, he stepped into the room, immediately sensing the many pairs of eyes on him. He tried to calm himself, reminding himself that there was nothing to be shy about.

"You must be Mr. Park, right?" the professor asked, breaking the silence.

Jimin nodded, his head bobbing like that of a small child.

"Come over here in front and introduce yourself," the professor instructed, smiling reassuringly as he settled back at his desk.

Shit, Jimin cursed internally. This was not what he had expected. He had assumed that the whole "introduce yourself" thing was only for elementary and high school, not college. But boy, he was wrong.

"Ahmm, Park?" the old professor called, a hint of confusion in his voice as Jimin remained frozen in place.

"Y-yes," Jimin nervously replied, taking a deep breath before slowly making his way towards the front of the class.

He removed his hood, running his hand through his hair to make it presentable.

He was wearing an oversized color gray sleeveless hoodie but underneath it was white t-shirt, tight black jeans and white shoes, it's not that bad outfit for the first day of school, he looked presentable.

"H-hi?" he stammered, mentally scolding himself for his nerves. He had thought he was brave enough to face this introduction, but apparently, his confidence had taken a hit.

But before he could continue, a giggle escaped from one of the girls in the class. Jimin squinted his eyes, searching for the source of the laughter. His gaze landed on a girl wearing a simple purple t-shirt and oversized gray joggers, looking cute and approachable.

Smiling back at her, Jimin couldn't help but feel a bit at ease. She didn't seem like a bully; she had a sweet and friendly aura about her. Her face wasn't sharp, but rather soft and welcoming.

Clearing his throat, Jimin gathered himself, determined to finish his introduction as quickly as possible. "I'm Park Jimin, 19, from Busan," he managed to say, bowing his head slightly to show respect to his classmates.

He scanned the room, taking in the various faces. Some looked incredibly intelligent, while others seemed to have an artistic flair. There were friendly and beautiful faces that caught his attention.

"Okay, Mr. Park, you can sit down there," the old man pointed to an empty desk at the back row. Jimin thanked his professor, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement as he took his seat.

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