"teacher, i have to sit next to jimin! i can't speak korean very well, and she's fluent in mandarin and can help me. please?"the teacher fell for chenle's pleading and the male sneakily grinned, excitedly wattling over to jamie who was sitting next to xiaojun in the back of their math class, confused out of their minds.
"chenle, i thought you were transferring next month?" jamie asked as chenle sat in the seat on her other side and started to get settled.
"well," chenle responded in mandarin, "i decided to transfer earlier!"
"what department did you decide on?" jamie questioned in english, a language chenle could understand fairly well.
"practical music department!" chenle chirped back in english.
"xiaojun is too," jamie said, bringing xiaojun back from his own world.
"oh! i remember you," chenle beamed, "you were at new years!"
jamie nodded, xiaojun still blinking in shock.
"chenle, xiaojun comes from a famous family too," jamie mentioned, "he's two years older than you, but he didn't go to school for a month last year and failed, so he had to retake third year."
chenle shook his head, "that sucks."
"his name is actually dejun but he goes by xiaojun," jamie chirped.
"woah, so he's like famous famous!" chenle cheered.
xiaojun blinked in shock as they continued to talk about him like he wasn't there.
the day went by quickly, even though chenle and jamie were in different departments, they were on the same floors and side of the building at the same time all day, so they spent a lot of time together.
"graduation is coming up," jaemin whined, "i have no idea where i want to go. i told my parents i wanted to go to seoul national, where mark and them go, but they said no."
"same," donghyuck sighed, taking a sip of his milkshake, "my family is trying to get me to go to busan or jeju."
"i'm going to busan," jeno beamed, "for a double major in theatre and veterinary clinical sciences and a minor in communication and media studies."
"i'm going to major in law and minor in behavioral sciences," renjun added, "at ajou."
jamie frowned, playing with her drink.
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