my precious nine (sf9 fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Sensation, Planned

/!\ this a work of fanfiction by a noob writer. I apologise on behalf of grammatical wrong sentences./!\

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I can't stay focus on our subjects! I sighed. Why math is so difficult?! I shove my notes on my face.

"Fantasy, aren't you going to take a break?" Hwiyoung ask me. Now he call me Fantasy too.

"I don't have my appetite."

"Really? Then where is the person that we saw on saturday meeting? Who eat a lot of rice--"

I throw my notebook on him.

I go out of the classroom and went to the cafeteria. I was going to open the glass door, when, someone open it. I turn around and saw Dawon.

He mischieviously smiled at me. I remember what he've done to my money. I walk back to retreat but Dawon lay his arm around my shoulder. "Aren't you hungry?"

What is this?! I can't fight!

I tried so hard to resist. I stop walking ,"Uh, I'm not." I hold his hand and slowly twist its hand

"Ah-ah-"

"Don't you dare touch me Mr. Da-lose." and I twist it fast.

"AAAHHH!!" he scream.

I go outside the cafeteria.

Huh? Why am I smiling? I giggle.

I am so happy that I fought back!

And then I meet Youngbin. I think he saw me from what I did. "I did it!" I said to him but Youngbin doesn't look satisfied. He drag me away from the cafeteria and we go to a hidden place. At the corner of the building.

"Uh..Youngbin.?"

Youngbjn serioulsy look at me and then he smiled. He show a high five, so i high five him.

"Well done, fantasy! Although I didn't know if it will helped to convince Dawon to go back to our group, but, I am greatful that you started to fight for your own. What a growing attitude." he pat my head.

"Thank you..." It feels so warm. I smile to him.

I see Youngbin smiled back at me.

"Hey."

We heard a voice far from us. We look at it and we saw Rowoon.

"Aish. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." Rowoon grab me away from Youngbin. "The schedule? Is it labeled correctly? huh?" Rowoon show a paper to Youngbin, and Youngbin sees for it.

"One of my fan. told me, that. you abruptly insert a performance which is not related for the activity. Explain to me. Why? Why is that okay and my fan proposal for a performance is not?"

Rowoon can't stop holding my arm. "Done it well, Mr. President. Or else, I'll spread a false rumour about you and the transferee being so lovey-dovey that is why you can't get your task done well."

"What? It's not what you think." I said.

"Huh?"

I let go my arm from his hand. "I said, it's not what you think, Pole man!"

"Pole man?"

"By the way, let me hear what the proposal of your fan?"

"Wh--why?"

"Or is it not related, well much more, not of related to the program."

Rowoon looked away from my eyes.

"Oppa. Don't change the schedule. Stay with it. I'll make it possible." I said to Youngbin. I saw him widen his eyes.

"Oppa?"

I glare to Rowoon as he reacted from what I said. I walk out.

"Hey! Why did you call him oppa?! I am your oppa too! I am..I am also part of the group! You know that!"

Although, I heard Rowoon, I just ignore him.

When I went back to the classroom. I remember what I've done to Hwiyoung. I want to apologise but...I can't say a word. I see the notebook that I throw to him is under my table.

The next professor came in our class.
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