A Series of Kim Jongin.

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I blew a few strands of hair off my face as I scanned through the series of codes and currencies.

God, I think I'll fail.

I stared at the map placed on the table alongside the stack of books that I may have to read and memorize by heart before the sun goes up. Professors nowadays are giving us not just homework. This is plain torture. Exams on a bunch of subjects in one day plus four to five chapters to study? They're trying to kill us. This is murder. Why did I ever take this path?

Shaking my head for the sake of making it sane at the least, I stood up and went to grab something to gobble while continuing to torture myself. I pulled out a bottle of orange juice from my fridge and went behind the kitchen counter to make peanut butter sandwiches. I spread the peanut on the bread evenly and proceeded to the toaster to make the bread a little more crisp and toast the peanut butter on top.

I leaned on the counter waiting for the toast while gulping my orange juice when I heard my phone vibrate and belt out an annoying "ding!"

I looked over to my phone just to see a snapchat notification from someone I haven't heard from since this morning.

Kim Kai: hey sexy wassup

I chuckle to myself, this guy never fails to make me smile.

Me: the ceiling, idiot

Almost immediately, my phone dings again.

Kim Kai: yeah, right. Time of the month, babe? It's not the 25th tho.

The redness slowly crept up my cheeks. How the hell did he know my period cycle?!

Kim Kai: you have a sched on your fridge babe don't freak out

Oh.

Kim Jongin or most people fondly call him Kai, is my boyfriend of three years. We started dating the first year I met him here in uni, through a mutual friend. I don't know how it happened but the moment we laid our eyes on each other, I knew he was something. We just clicked. From then on our friends never saw us apart.

Me: no it's not my time of the month and i didn't freak out. I knew that. I'm just studying. You know, finals?

Kim Kai: oh. Good for you then. I'm SO glad we're having practical for finals. Unlike you.

I rolled my eyes. I can almost see the smirk on his face as he brags about his course.

Kim Kai: and you know how I'm top of the class, right?

I scoff. Performing arts students don't take written tests for finals. Their professors would decide what to give them for finals, like a musical or hosting a contest or holding a festival for the whole university. Lucky them, huh? Yeah, right.

Me: arrogant jerk

Not so lucky, actually. I've been receiving lots of whining from Jongin the past month because they've been working day and night nonstop. He says the president, Park Chanyeol (also a friend of ours) wants everything in order and perfect by the time the festival takes place. Chanyeol's competitive ass is hard to handle so yeah not really that lucky. He just wants to annoy the hell out of me. Ugh, this bear. 

I hear the sound of the toaster signaling that my toasts are done. I place them on a plate and went back to my study table. A.k.a hell.

I glance at my phone and saw Jongin's reply.