He Left Me Breathless

Dilemma

I hide inside the cafeteria for the next two hours nursing a cup of cold omija tea (five flavor berry tea). Going through the most intense internal struggle, I half blamed myself for the situation I was stuck in and half blamed the handsome stranger. No scratch that, it has officially been changed to teacher. Fucking fantastic!

Isn't this the moment where a cameraman appears unexpectedly and announces on National TV that I was the latest victim of their prank who completely aced his role by being scared to death like they had predicted? I mean what are the chances that the one time in your whole life you decide to settle scores with a stranger for all the crap they spout and it turns out he is going to be your instructor for entire the semester. Which was, four very lengthy months.

It wasn't even close to funny seeing how dance, was counted as my major and I'd need to score no less than A- to raise my overall rank. If this had happened during the previous year I would have gladly accepted defeat and abandoned any idea of attending the course but it was impossible now. Not only was the Dean insistent on promoting those students in the A grade category but it was also crucial to enroll as a trainee in my ideal agency.

Easily maintaining A+ in all the other subjects wouldn't matter if he decided to show me the exit or worse yet fail me in a flash. I would have to leave disgracefully and continue dad's business. Probably become a concierge in Minseok hyung's hotel. That should surely provide enough amusement to everyone for the rest of our long lives, no doubt. Ah remember how Baekhyun said he'd become famous and drown us in his money? That was a good gag. I cringe, violently just imagining Kyungsoo's gloating face. I would never survive it. I have to find the ladder in this hole that kept getting dug deeper and deeper.

I could still switch classes because it was the beginning of the term and many slots wouldn't be filled this early. Pushing back the standard issue chair I rush towards the administrative building and pray for an empty slot. The red building of fate looms large and the elderly Mrs. Choi is busily managing the bundles of papers stacked on the desk. I assume my best goody two shoes expression and think of a ploy to string her along.

"Good morning Mrs. Choi. I am starting to find reasons to see you." I compliment straight away and she indulges delightedly. Yes, yes please fall for this. I must seem unbearably dazzling.

"Good morning Mr. Byun" she greets self-consciously.

"Aye Mrs. Choi I thought told you to call me Baekhyunnie. You'll really hurt my feelings if you don't" I engage her in idle chat displaying another grin. The lady literally fumbles for balance and I feel slightly guilty. The tricks I had to perform to save my ass.

"What can I do for you Mr. Baekhyun?" she enquires shyly and I fake a fainting motion. Exaggeration was definitely my forte rather than common sense.

"Nothing too, troubling. I was hoping you could allocate a seat for me in Kim Tae Woo Seonsaengnim's batch from March onwards" I continue notching the charm level higher.

"Haven't you been assigned to Oh Sehun Seonsaengnim?" she demands scrutinizing the individual schedule for each student in the computer.

Oh Sehun.

Dammit even his name made him sound luxuriously wonderful.

"That is correct but recently I enrolled for a 4 month extracurricular program that clashes with Oh Seonsaengnim's curriculum. If I could shift, it would be greatly helpful. I really don't want to fail" I say pouting sadly and she seems to believe the lie. Puppy Baek is a habitual offender who bends the laws to fulfill his commands.

"I wish there was an option to accommodate your request but all the seats are currently occupied. Unless you have signed consent from the Director stating otherwise I cannot replace your registration number for someone else's" she sympathizes smiling in the way your grandparents do when they have to deny you something because your parents said so. I thank her for the inconvenience despite my disappointment. Well beggars can't be choosers or chosen.