Seokmin tries his best to focus on the global issues class since he is really confused with all the Human Right protest regarding Women's right.
The class was filled with unenthusiastic human being glaring upon the screen just to ease the professor's heart and mind.
Everyone know how a big part of society agree with the idea of feminism. He also agree on how a woman should be treated as a human not just some kind of sex slaves that people still try to imply it nowadays.
His brain is currently filled with a river of unexplained questions, and as if a roller coster of thoughts hitting him with the idea of repeating the subject again next semester. Augh, he swear he is not going to repeat any paper!
Spinning spinning, his head is spinnin'.
The tip of his fingers still trying its best to grip onto the pen with wet black ink, drawing letters on white paper to help him remember all the good side note and extra information.
The class for global issues actually teaches him on how a territory is defined, what makes a country becomes a country, the structure of United Nation and the list goes on. Truthfully he does not have that much interest in the class.
It is not boring but...
He prefer Contracts, Torts and Crime classes more and way better! The acts and the sections hype him up! Reading cases sometimes can be fun. Law is a definite germ stone that need a lot of effort to be understand so the person who finds its beauty can shape the germ stone into glamorous accessories.
Handling torts cases have been his dream, the urge to defend his client while wearing the court's attire, may God bless him with good results for this semester!
"Seokmin-ah!", he tilt his head to right hearing upon the whispering voice.
"What?", he raise his brows and he continues to face straight to the board.
He is not going to mess up with Professor Kang class anymore. He was enough with 3 detention classes last semester just because he yawns!
"Papa wants you to become delivery boy. He said he need his wonderful niece help, quite a plead from him I guess. Help my papa please?", the boy named Hansol kick his chair, demanding for an answer.
"Hansol-ah, professor Kang is going to kill us if we talk in her class... later later-"
Omg
Seokmin smiles brightly as his eyes met with his lecturer's. Dear haneul-nim, save me from detention class because handling assignment is enough than ever-
"Yellow plaid shirt over there."
He gulps.
"Er- Is it me, prof?"
His pupil shake to left and right. Hmm, suddenly remember the newest Seventeen song, Left and right, left and left and right-
"Then? If it is not you? A ghost? Caterpillar? Or do you think I am suddenly summoning a stray goat?"
Awwwww, sarcasm!
"Sorry, prof."
Hansol need such a beating. Yep? Yep.
"Name one of the ghost country that you know. I give 5 second since I just mentioned it."
A hamster with his face suddenly running in a wheel fast until the electricity flows and lighten up a bulb in his mind.
"Transnistria?"
"Seat down."
The sound of his breath, a breath of relieve of course, is clear enough until the sleepy student besides him straighten his back. He was thrown out from the pit!
The most sensitive class finally ends. Hansol is really trying his best to persuade Seokmin to become a delivery boy.
"Fast Q&A : Why should I become a delivery boy for your father's restaurant when your father has a son named Hansol Vernon Chwe?"
Hansol rolled his eyes.
"Of course you should! I have to study, play games and I have a lot of assignments to be done!"
Hold me, are you serious Hansol?
"Then you think I would agree? When I have the exact amount of assignments like you, and I need to attend the corricular meetings to fill in your spots too?", he don't understand Hansol sometimes.
"Saturday and Sunday only, double payment, and you can eat as much fried chicken as you want. Awww, pleaseeee?"
Hansol blinks his eyes repeatedly. It is not cute, confirmation from Seokmin who has poor gullible heart.
"Hah... Okay. But only for a month and half! Just until your father find any new staff."
And that's how Lee Seokmin, a law student suddenly becoming a delivery boy every saturday and sunday.
Yikes.
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The boy who wears plaid : Lee Seokmin [DK SEVENTEEN]
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