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I GOT LOVE 전연정 ― JEON YEONJUNG
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JEON YEONJUNG HAS A PENCHANT for eavesdropping, but really, it's not her fault. She just happened to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and who can blame her for happening to overhear sordid secrets while she was there?
Okay so, maybe she isn't completely faultless, but this time it's really not her fault.
Really.
"Bathroom, bathroom..." Yeonjung mutters to herself, walking quickly. Parties are always such an experience, she has learned over her many years, especially when you drink too much at them — too much water, that is. Yeonjung isn't really an alocohol person, it does horrors to for her skin care routine.
The house is crowded, and there is barely any room to move on the first floor. She has to push past people to even get out of the kitchen, where she is currently standing, and she's afraid if she waits any longer, she might piss her pants.
"Excuse me," she taps on a tall guy's shoulder, unabashedly interrupting his conversation with a flirty smile on her face. "Do you know where the bathroom is?"
"Oh, uh," he stutters, his eyes widening comically when he realizes she is talking to him. "I-It's upstairs, on the left."
"Thank you!" Yeonjung calls over her shoulders, already scurrying off towards the stairs.
She takes the steps two at a time, and the thumping instrumental of whatever obscene rap song was playing fades away to a dull ache.
"On the left!" She exclaims, turning once she reaches the top of the staircase and practically running towards the bathroom.
Yeonjung sighs in relief after she is done, drying her hands on her pants as she steps out of the restroom.
"It's just that... I might not be able to compete?" Yeonjung hears a muffled, feminine voice as she steps out into the halls.
"I'm sorry, what?" A deeper voice responds, his tone interrogating.
Her interest piqued, Yeonjung peeks around the wall blocking the figures from her vision, only to find Ong Seongwoo and Lu Narae, the two co-captains of the University's dance team, in a very heated conversation.
"I'm kind of failing macroecon, and the school told me that if I don't bring my grades up by the end of the semester, then they're going to kick me off the dance team..." Narae mutters, her head downcast.
