Paperclips - YJH

Four

Packing all the necessary books for the day, I tiredly get up from my bed, still yawning due to the lack of sleep I had yesterday.

I slowly trudged towards the university with my roommates leading the way, my eyelids almost giving up.

It has already been two weeks since I started university. I am doing pretty well in art and the other subjects I've taken, except graphic design. That shit's a little too hard, but it's fine. I can learn. Coming to my social life, I would say it's pretty decent; my roommates are remarkably good at making me comfortable, and Jeonghan, well, after that coffee we had together, we haven't particularly engaged in a conversation, but we do acknowledge each other's presence at class or while walking past each other.

To be honest, I did not want to come to university today, but I had to because I'm receiving my results for the art test I did last week. It's an understatement if I say I'm nervous; I am practically holding my breath every time I see my art teacher. It's art now, and I think I'm making it too obvious that the score matters very much to me.

I practically jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning back, it's someone I least expected: Jeonghan. He smiles coyly at me before carefully taking a seat beside me. I stayed in the same position for a good few seconds to calm my heart rate. Once I was done, I turned to him and asked, "Why?" I was about to question him, but he shushed me with a finger slightly touching my lips before he looked forward.

It was Mr. Philip, our art teacher. He was sorting through some papers, which I think look like a mark list. This gets my heart rate back up to an abnormal level.

"Don't worry. You did great." Jeonghan interrupts my moment with another one of his smiles. It was somehow encouraging, but I can't afford to get distracted right now.

"You don't know that." I reply nervously, avoiding looking at him. I could hear a slight snicker escape his lips before he opened his mouth again and said, "I do know."

"How?" I was simply cut off by the professor calling my name. I rose up from my seat, walked to him, collected my paper, and then reached back and sat down, refusing to take a look at it. The reason I'm so nervous is because I know I did badly. Extremely bad, I might add. Finally gathering up my courage, I took a sneak peek at my paper, and it took me so much self-control not to scream. I passed the test, with an A at that.

"That did not look like a disappointed reaction, so I'm guessing you passed." Jeonghan commented on my reaction. He looked proud of me, and I was proud of myself too. Somehow, I was also proud of making him proud.
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I was jogging towards my next lesson when I bumped into someone, and all the documents in the person's hand fell to the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" I kneeled down, helping him pick it up. The guy slowly adjusted his hoodie and gave me a look I don't recognise, but I don't comment on it. He took the papers from my hand as I handed them to him, and he left after bowing.

That was weird. I thought to myself.
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"Alright everyone, Please make sure you check the group list I made. You have an assignment coming up." The professor instructed as he walked out after his lesson.

I, along with several other students, walked to the notice board to check the group lists.

Group III
Yoon Jisoo
Yoon Jeonghan
Hong YN
Kim mijoo
Kwon Soonyoung

"Oh wow, look at that!" Exclaimed Kim Mijoo, one of my group mates.

"It looks like we're together, miss Hong." Jeonghan muttered from behind me, causing me to flinch.

"Guys? The next hour is free, right? How about we meet up as a group and start working on our presentation?" Yoon Jisoo, another one of my group mates, suggested.

Working on the presentation as a group for the next hour did not sound like a bad idea, so we all agreed, except for one person who was nowhere to be seen. Kwon Soonyoung. I don't even know who it is, and I don't think I remember seeing him in our class.

"Who is Kwon Soonyoung?" I asked Jeonghan, who is now the group leader.

He shrugged before replying, "I think I've seen him often around here. He's that guy who always sleeps in the corner seat."

I hummed in response before heading out of the room, and just as I stepped foot outside the classroom, someone bumped into me. It was the same guy from the morning who gave me the weird look.

"I'm sorry-" He bowed slightly before entering the class but was stopped by Mijoo calling out to him, "Kwon Soonyoung! There you are!"