Minji's POV:
There were more stares than usual as I trudged to class. Some people looked at me with pity, like they'd just witnessed a lost puppy try to cross a highway. Others gave me dirty looks, as if I'd run over said puppy. A few even cheered and congratulated me. What. The. Actual. Hell.
I barely made it to class on time, practically sliding into the seat closest to the exit, ready to make a quick escape if needed. More heads turned to look at me, whispers spreading like wildfire. Seriously, what is going on? Did I finally grow a second head or something?
I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice the teacher coming in and starting the lecture.
I tried to focus. I really did. But sleep was so tempting. My eyelids felt like they had weights attached, my head kept nodding like one of those bobbleheads, and before I knew it, I was sinking into that sweet, sweet abyss of sleep. Just a few minutes, I told myself. Just enough to make it through the rest of the class without face-planting into my notebook. Who could blame me, right?
With my brain at its absolute limit, I gently rested my head on my arms, letting out a content sigh. Everything else just...faded away. I was in that blissful state of half-sleep, where time slows down, and you're floating in a warm, comfy cloud. And then, of course, the universe decided to ruin it.
I felt a tug on my sleeve. Ugh, what now? Can't a girl just nap in peace?
"Psst." I ignored it. Maybe if I pretended to be asleep, they'd leave me alone.
"Psst, hey, hey!" They nudged me again, more insistently this time. I was about to snap, but then they whispered, "The professor called on you."
My eyes shot open. She did what now?!?!
In a panic, I shot up from my seat, nearly knocking my notebook to the floor. "Present, Minji!" I blurted out, confident I'd nailed it.
Radio silence. The entire class turned to look at me, wide-eyed, like I'd just declared myself the ruler of an alien race or something. Why were they staring at me like I was the weird one? The professor's face slowly shifted from confusion to disappointment.
"Minji," she said, her voice dripping with the kind of disapproval usually reserved for toddlers who've colored on the walls, "I did not ask to confirm your attendance, but it's nice to see you're still here. Now, would you like to answer the problem on the board?"
And just like that, I wanted to die. My face turned bright red, heat spreading up my neck like I was about to combust from sheer embarrassment. I could feel the weight of a thousand eyes boring into me, every one of them silently judging. All I wanted was to crawl under my desk and never come out again.
Instead, I mumbled some sort of apology and slumped back into my seat, my mind too foggy to even attempt answering the problem. The only thing I could focus on was how badly I wanted to disappear. The rest of the class felt like it stretched on for eternity, with every tick of the clock echoing in my head like a countdown to freedom. I considered slamming my head on to the desk in a chance that I could make myself pass out to make the class end faster.
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After that whole mortifying episode in class, I was running on empty—like, the "please refuel immediately" light had been on for miles, and I was just praying my engine wouldn't quit on me. Obviously, the only thing that could get me through the day was sleep, right? Wrong. I needed caffeine, and lots of it. So, with all the enthusiasm of a sloth on sedatives, I trudged my way to the campus café.
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Not Perfect Night, Doomed Night -[BBANGSAZ AU]
FanfictionLet me paint you a picture: the world's most average, forgettable person, just coasting through life, like a C-list extra in a low-budget college movie. That's me-Kim Minji, the girl who's always in that fuzzy, out-of-focus part of everyone's memori...