Innocent Kook learned to stand on his own two feet in foreign lands, hopefully ready to become a man of his own. The problem is... he still wears bunny onesies, keeps naughty secrets and would de/befriend anything close to human for food. Thanks eno...
It sucks to have an alarm go off five minutes before the class starts. I don't have the superpower to dress and transport myself to school in five freaking minutes.
I know that, yet I make an effort to sit straight in my bed and think of ways I can work this out. Better, ways to tell myself it's okay to skip the extra class, the most important class of the semester, yet it's okay.
Let's see. 1) It's an extra class. It is out of the blue. No obligations attached. 2) It's the last day before the winter break. We all need a last day off. 3) Rico will give me the notes.
The reality is that the supposed 'extra' class takes attendance, I'll have two weeks of days off in the holidays anyway, AND Rico's handwriting is patchy af, hence there hasn't been a letter I could decipher in his notebook until this day, again, hence, I'm fucked.
Ring Ring!
My train of thoughts is interrupted by the phone that buzzes on my bed. It's early morning and I already have a shit ton of problems. Only to add to them, the dorm directory is calling.
- Hello?
- Good morning Jimin, are you awake?
Do I look like I have a choice?
- Yes I am.
- The dormitory director is calling you to his office. Please visit as soon as possible.
- Yeah, okay, I will.
With that I find myself throwing some jeans and a sweater on to keep me warm through the coldness of the dorm corridors and head out as silently as possible, showering mercy upon the other 5 boys sleeping peacefully through their Saturday mornings.
Here we go.
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Dormitory directory room.
- Hey. -I smile trying to look composed and bow to the director politely before taking the seat that he shows me with a hand gesture. -You called me I heard?
- Yes Jimin, would you like anything to drink?
I would rather go to bed than have something to drink in this hour and I see that you don't actually mean that question, but just to take revenge I'm gonna.
- I would like a coffee, if you don't mind.
He panicks for a while, I never ask for anything to drink in his office. Our word exchange almost became like one conducted out of politeness, so his little panic is understandable. Regardless, he picks up his cable phone and places an order of two coffees.
