7 months later
Diona's POV
"Diona not again!"
The nag stared at the black can in my hand, unfolding the free seat next to me to sit down.
"Want a sip?" I leaned back a bit while the lecturer talked about the subject so quickly as if he had to win a serious rap battle. Nag's gaze was on me all the time as I could only see him from the corner of my eye. I grinned and took another sip of my Jack Daniel's Whiskey, perfectly mixed with Coke.
"Hey, stop it!" He ripped my half-full can out of my hand.
"Jongsuk!" Angry and unplanned, I kicked my foot against the seat in front of me. My eyes widened as everyone stared at me in the auditorium. The student sitting on the seat looked at me annoyed before she turned around. "Sorry" ,I just whispered and beat the laughing boy next to me.
"I knew this would amuse you." I quickly took my pen and scribbled something on his full sheet of paper.
"Fucking alcoholic" ,he growled and turned away from me.
"I'm not" ,I protested whereafter I put my hand under my jaw to keep my head upright. I heard a soft sigh coming from my best friend.
"Does the lecturer have to talk so fast?! All you have to do is put a beat behind his voice and he'd think he was Suga." Hectically, he tried to write down every important keyword but that was impossible.
"As if he were who?" ,I asked.
He ignored me and actually took a few sips of the alcohol. Oh God, that was his first time that he did the same thing I always did at ten in the morning.
"You know what? I won't diss you anymore! There's no other way to endure this lecture."
He looked so good in his white shirt, covered by his elegant beige jacket and the silver chain hanging from his neck. Good and sweet at the same time because his face once deformed with every sip. "Yuck," he said disgusted, which made me laugh.
Every time the lecturer looked up at us, I thought he had noticed and almost died of a heart attack. Finally he had drunk it empty and the lecture was over.
"Jongsuk, what did you just say? He raps like who?"
"Suga."
Who was that again?
"A member of BTS back then."
My memory took a few seconds until I knew again who it was all about. "Ah, those. Okay."
"The slides will be uploaded at twelve o'clock sharp. I'm asking you to read the texts on the art epoch of Romanticism for next week and print them out. I wish you a nice weekend."
Finally.
As much as I love art, I hate the theory of it. I wish I could finish the whole study only with practical tasks.
We quickly packed our things before I put on my jacket as we left the row high up with lateral steps. Jongsuk put his strong arm around my shoulder while walking, making me smile. "Hungry?"
"Hungry!" I said loudly before he laughed, walking towards the cafeteria.
"They're all looking at you again as if they want to eat you up."
"Look who's talking", he replied to me after which I looked around a little. Why should anyone look at me? I literally looked like a zombie because I could hardly sleep at the moment.
Bitch please, you always look like an ugly zombie, with or without sleep.
I ignored my inner self because she was always right and told the truth.
