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Jeongguk

There is this beautiful boy that comes to my dance classes every day. But he rarely dances. He just sits in the corner and looks at us others dance.
I dont know why, but i am drawn to him. I can see he seems sad all the time.
I want to console him. I want to hug him and never let him go.
I want him not to be sad anymore. I asked the seniors about him one day. But they dont know why he comes here if he doesnt dance. But they dont mind him, because the number of girls that have started coming to the classes has drastically increased since his arrival.
But thats a given, since he looks like an angel. A beautiful, small angel with puffy cheeks and sad eyes. Just looking at him brings my very soul to peace.
I have tried talking to him many times. Tried asking him to dance with us, but he agreed to only one time.
And that one time was enough for me to fall for him.
I think his name is Jimin. And he might be older than me. But all i want to do, is protect him. Shelter him from whatever is troubling him.
Today, I will make him talk to me.
If I relentlessly beg him, he wouldnt be able to refuse me. I know my charms will rub off.
After all, even I am not bad looking.

I must have spaced out again, because I feel a tap on my shoulder and a throat clears in the front of the room.
Today, it was the boring TA's class, and I can never pay attention to his monotonous teaching.
"Could you answer the question so we can move forward with the class, Mr. Jeongguk?" He knows I was not listening.
"I'm sorry, I dont know." I reply with my head down.
"As expected. You would be able to, if you would just listen to me. Meet me after class, and dont run away this time. If you do not meet me, then no need to come to the next class or ever after that." He states.
I huff out a Yes sir.
Gah, I hate the guts of this guy.
And also his lame jokes. They are intolerable.
Why do people even find him attractive.
Ohkay, I admit he has a very nice figure, and a perfect face, but...still.
The class ends sooner that expected, and i patiently wait for the students to clear out.
When the last of the students are on the way out, i move to the front, my bag in tow, and approach the TA hesitantly.
He is putting his own things back in his bag, and looks up and gestures for me to sit at the first bench.
I do as told, and plop down on the seat. He finishes packing his papers and whatever nots into his "man-purse" before moving around the table to rest against it.
He looks at me, then his fingers move his glasses up on his nose before he speaks.
"You are a rather brilliant student, Jeongguk. I admire that you participate in almost all extra-curricular activities. But you also need to pass this subject, if you wanna graduate this year. I wouldnt mind teaching you another year. Your presence here makes the attendance spike up by almost 30%. But if you dont pay attention to my classes, I am sorry to tell you, that I will unfortunately have to hold you back. The decision is yours. To pass or fail. To move forward and do something meaningful with your life, or be stuck sitting here tolerating me for another year. Choose wisely, because the year is almost up." He pushes himself away from the table and quietly leaves the room.
I am sitting there, my mouth still hanging open.
See, i hate his guts!!!!
Nothing can make my sour mood better than my angel now.
I close my mouth, and leave the class, with only him on my mind.
Today, I will not give up until he comes with me.