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I walked to the orientation room, my heart beating in my chest. There were more than a hundred students, all of them from different departments. However, we were divided to sit by faculty and my heart raced as I tried to keep my calm. The problem with being an overthinker is that whenever I socialized, I felt like they were judging me. I chewed on my bottom lip, walking up the steps slowly when I heard my name being called.
Swirling around to the source of the sound, I saw that Park Jisung was waving at me from one of the seats. There was a male beside him and he beamed at me when I saw him. Park Jisung was one of the well-known kids from my school because of how friendly he is with everyone. I waved to him awkwardly and he motioned me over so I made my way to him.
"You should sit with me!" he said to me, patting the seat beside him. I was from the same high school with Park Jisung and it felt good to see a familiar face. "This is my friend, Chenle. He's in cultural studies."
Jisung introduced me to a blond-haired guy who looked done with the world and I gave him a small smile, lowering my head politely. Chenle mirrored my actions before sitting back and I asked why he would be sitting with the Advertising and Broadcasting department if he was in cultural studies; Jisung whispering that Chenle didn't like anyone in his faculty.
"He's also Chinese so he asked to sit with me. We've known each other since before but he studied in a different high school. We have a ship name! It's JiChen. I'm best friends with him." Jisung said, beaming and I blinked.
"Chenji." Chenle corrected, folding his arms. Jisung made a face and I saw that the orientation was about to begin.
First, there was a welcome speech from the Director of SM University. Director Lee Sooman stood there droning in an elaborate speech on how important education is.
Next, the seniors of each after-school club had to come to introduce their club. I saw the pink-haired guy come in and I may have been thinking too much, but I could have sworn his eyes lingered on me. His brown-haired friend was beside him but they were wearing different shirts. A few more people came onto the stage when the first club was presented to us.
"Hello, freshmen. My name is Kim Doyoung and I am the President of the Debate team—"
"OPPA!" A scream sounded from the side and I saw Kim Doyoung look over to the voice just to turn pink. "That's my brother!"
