1. Sketchy

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"You what?"
Myungjun let out a sketchy smile and raised both his thumbs up, backing up a bit, in fear of getting hit.
"OPPA I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME DANCE, YOU KNOW THAT!"
"I'm sorry, the freshman representative backed out last minute and we had to submit the list of names today, please don't kill me!"
"You just earned yourself a ticket to the afterlife"

"Wait please no, hear me out first! You can get something if we win this dance competition!" Myungjun pleaded.
"What's in it for me?" I scrunched my forehead still unaccepting of the issue at hand, but intrigued nevertheless.
"Professor Noh will give you" he paused to enact a drum roll "a perfect grade on your final paper!" He said enthusiastically complete with jazz hands.
"wait, REALLY?! That's enough to make me pass the semester!" I was happy to hear that but I immediately stared to the ground to think.
"I knew you were struggling in his class, and so I thought that this could, you know, hit two birds with one stone."
"Wow using idioms now? Very wise of you, but still you must be forgetting that my struggle in dance is greater than my struggle in Mr. Noh's class."
"We got you covered! We've got a special weapon! The freshman choreographer and professional dancer!"
"Who?"
"He's popular in your batch, I thought for sure you knew who he was!"
"Well, obviously I don't"

"Please join us, you're already listed! We already have the choreo too, you just have to be there and try to dance at least! Pleaseee" He pulled off a pout, man this oppa for sure doesn't look like nor act his age.

"Fine."
"Great practice starts tomorrow, 9 am sharp, dance room!" Myungjun said as he swiftly took off.
"Yah! Tomorrow? 9 am? I will kill you!" He was already all the way to the school gate, all you can do for now is let out a sigh.

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