Just College

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He was injured.

She didn't know. You couldn't blame her though. She has been away from school for a week. The bandaged hand though was something she wanted to touch. Check if it was deep, okay, or healing. But she couldn't.

Ryunjin took his hand. And for once, like for once in history and preferably the only time, Jeong Daya wished she was her. Just so she could check the injured limb so openly without controversies.

She almost scoffed at the pathetic thought. Bringing her finger up, she clicked on the play button of the headset, drowning herself in the music.

Pathetic.

Ryunjin looked at the boy, "Did you treat it?"

"I did. It's fine, Ryunjin", he smiled a little, pulling his hand back. He subtly glanced at Daya and she wasn't here anymore. He noticed her drop in stance and all that but had no reason why. "I will just take the books and go"

Chaeryeong nodded. "I will get the remaining for you or I will give it to Changbin to get them to you"

"Oh thank you", Seungmin said, packing up the books.

"Should I carry them for you?"

Seungmin made a face. "Are you okay?"

"Why?"

"You are acting strange. Goodness. I am fine please", he shuddered, lifting them off the table and backing away.

Chaeryeong laughed, dragging Ryunjin to sit down. "What's wrong with you today?", she asked as the boy escaped their class.

Ryunjin shrugged her hand off. "Nothing. Nari, you like me this way right?"

Nari chuckled awkwardly and looked away. A silent answer, no.

Ryunjin gasped in betrayal with widened eyes. She was loosening up and they weren't liking it. She should definitely go back to being her emotionless person.

Yeah. That will be better. I have been too friendly and stirred up easily lately.

Shin Ryunjin get it together.

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"See you when next I have a class with you", the professor said, packing up his things and leaving the class.

Whoosh.

The place was a noisy one in just a nano second. Jisung stretched his body like some lazy cat and a nasty pop was heard. He winced, grimacing and falling back on his desk as the searing pain tore him apart. "That hurt", he whined into his textbooks.

"You did that to yourself though", Jongho smartly reminded, slinging his bag on. He patted the boy's back and left him to his pain.

Fuck fuck.

He raised himself up again, swoshing his hair back and out of his face. He got up, packing his books diligently. Attending a lecture without his friends was really boring and disappointing but he learnt a lot today and found the class interesting. He should cut off those other 00'liner boys. For real.

Maybe Mr Eunkwang was right. I can get perfect scores.

He rolled his eyes. The dedication for that didn't flow in his blood serum at all. Grabbing his bag, he said bye to some students he knew and headed for the door to escape quickly. Except he saw Ari laughing with some girls as they walked towards the exit too.