(fic) Living with the devil
Title: Living with the Devil
Pairings: Jaeho, Yoosu
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Language
Length: 9/20?
Genre: Romance, Humor
A/N: Cross-posted at hug______
Summary: (AU) , Jaejoong has a new college roommate.
Previous: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Chapter 9: This ain't a scene.
"Can't believe I really have to do this..." Yunho mumbles. I can tell he's grumpy.
"Is it really a big deal? Taking me to school on your bike?"
"Yeah! What will people think if they see two guys on a bike?!" He says, practically slamming our apartment door behind us and I glare at his immaturity.
"How can they see us with helmets on?" I don't mean to be rude or anything, but seriously, if I remember correctly, people are usually focusing on the road, not on people with motorcycles.
"Of course they'll know us! It's me we're talking about." He says, rolling his eyes, and I don't know whether to laugh or sigh.
Today, I, Kim Jaejoong, have found the living definition of a drama queen--er, king.
"Yunho," I try reasoning with him. "I'm just asking for a ride... Aren't you looking into it a little too much?"
"What do you mean?" He snaps. His face makes this really big crease in his forehead. Very uncute.
"I'm saying, you're making it sound as if I want to hold your hand every day walking to school, rather than a simple bike ride that'll take about fifteen minutes."
"If it'll take just fifteen minutes, you can walk, right?"
"Yunho, you're being difficult." I say, annoyed. "Just because you got in to Riverside due to your soccer skills, it doesn't mean you should lack in intelligence as well. You should know walking and taking a motorcycle are two completely different things."
"Are you implying that I'm stupid?!"
Wow.
"No, Yunho. The whole point of this whole conversation right now is me asking for a ride."
"And you're really not understanding what I'm saying. The whole world seeing us on my motorcycle... not cool."
"Yunho, look up. What do you see?"
"The sun." He says, glancing for about a second without stopping.
"That's correct. Well, the sun is what the world revolves around. Not you."
He gasps as if I had something truly offensive.
"Take it back." He says. Like a little kid who just got hit with a, "yo-mama" joke.
"Really, Yunho? Are we really doing this?"
"Take it back, or I won't ride you on my bike to school."
"So you'll promise, that if I just take it back, you'll take me to school every morning."
"Yoochun's not letting me get out of this, so this is the least you can do." He pouts as we finally reach our destination: his motorcycle.
"Jung Yunho, the world does revolve around you."
Technically, I wasn't lying. My world, at least, revolved around Jung Yunho for the fifteen minutes I was on his bike.
"You don't need to tell me that. I already know." He smirks, passing me a helmet and putting his own on. He starts his motorcycle and signals me to get on, and I swear I saw him wink.
Jung Yunho, you narcissistic bigot.
Someone, please knock some humbleness into this guy-- or at least some common sense.
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So technically, the only person in this world I've ever let ride with me on my motorcycle is Changmin-- but don't be alarmed. This was because his car ran out of gas one unfaithful day, so it was a one time thing.
Well, today is a rather unfortunate one for myself, for now, till the rest of all my university days, I will be giving a ride to a guy.
Kim Jaejoong, you have soiled me once again.
I guess I don't blame him for not wanting to walk.The university isn't too far away-- well, at least if you're getting a ride. Commuting by bus, rail, bike... Yeah, it takes about thirty minutes. But the thought of me sharing a bike not because of my own will but because I'm being forced to was far from a perfect scenario.
That, and this is the guy I kinda-sort-of-maybe have a thing for, which I'm really trying to avoid progressing.
For the last couple of days I've been analyzing when I started to have these feelings. Sure, I thought he looked fair, but I guess it really started when I saw him woo those girls in. Idiot, Jaejoong, you big idiot. Who told you to be so damn seductive?
But let me get this straight, I don't love Jaejoong. I don't like Jaejoong.
At least, this is admiration. At most, this is attraction.
My gut feeling tells me that Kim Jaejoong is dangerous, and I'm not sure exactly why right now. But if that's so, my attraction towards him will lead to my utmost demise: like a moth drawn to a flame. Even as I tried to find out things that could make my interest in him go away, I found nothing.
For the past week I've known the guy, I've figured out this much:
1. He's a neat-freak.
2. He's a great cook.
3. He takes really short showers.
4. He's reasonable, somewhat.
5. He's beautiful... Not handsome, not pretty, but beautiful.
6. He's strangely hard to hate, which makes me hate him. But not really.
7. He locks himself in his room.
8. He has a rather odd relationship with Yoochun.
9. He can act cool, dorky, and playful.
10. He goes to sleep in hamster pajamas.
The list above is just a simple list of facts.
If I were to begin to describe Jaejoong's personality...
Let's just say, in one word, Kim Jaejoong is truly indescribable. How ironic.
In about twelve minutes, we arrive at school and we're already getting a lot of stares. I can't tell if it's because of us arriving on a motorcycle, my good looks, or dare I say it, Jaejoong's fresh face.
I can't tell whether to be happy about the fact that the spotlight's on me, or angry on the fact that the one they have their eyes glued to is Jaejoong.
Which leads me to think: Up until now, Jaejoong has been trying on many different "faces," I guess one would say, in order to make another swoon.
How could he put up with fooling a whole university?
I voice my curiosity.
"Jaejoong, how will you handle facing the whole university?"
"What's this, you're worried?" He looks at me feigning shock.
"You act like that's a surprise. How rude. Isn't it only natural that I'd worry about you? And besides, what are you even majoring in?"
"Oh foolish one." He says with his head shaking left to right. "It is a shame. I'm majoring in english. Take me to the building, u-know-nothing."
"Fine." I sighed, motioning him to follow me. "Then, let's go."
"I suppose you're here just attending for soccer, and nothing else?"
"Not necessarily. I'm studying in the arts as well. I've always been a free-spirit."
"Pfft." Jaejoong laughed. "'Free-spirit.' That's what you call it huh?"
"Jaejoong, you---" Suddenly, I was interrupted by three voices.
"Jaejoong, is that you?" Girl one's voice questioned.
"No, really now." Girl two's voice stated sarcastically.
"Do you need help finding your class?" Girl three's voice asked.
We turned around only to find three faces that haunted our weekend.
Suh Ji Young(girl 3), Han Yu-rang(girl 2), and Yoon Eun Hye(girl 1).
If glares could kill these girls would be dead, as they each tried boring a hole in each other's head with a cold hard stare.
"Jaejoong-sama," Yoon Eun Hye started, "Let me walk you to class." Shoving aside Han Yu-rang and Suh Ji Young.
"Not so fast." Suh Ji Young barked catching Yoon Eun's hand and casting her aside roughly.
"You're one to talk." Han Yu-rang said mimicking Suh Ji's move and shoving her roughly while grabbing Jaejoong's arm, to which he swiftly dodged.
I stare at Jaejoong with envy, confusion, worry, and a bit of "what-the-hell."
Because seriously, what in the world is he going to do with this situation.
"Sorry, ladies." He says with a brilliant smile. "Yunho's planning on walking me to class today, so your presence isn't necessary." The way he says it makes the air seem colder than it already is. Even I felt stung. Each of the girls are left frozen, and I can't blame them for acting as they did. They were completely fooled by Jaejoong's... personas.
"Yunho-ah, let's go." He said, quickly grabbing my hand and walking toward the english department.
"Jaejoong, was it really okay to talk to those girls like that?"
"It's fine. They weren't hurt or anything." He states with a look of contentment.
"But..."
"We're here." He says, completely ignoring what I had said before and I realize something.
The class he was standing before was an advanced english class.
"You're in advanced English as a freshman? A lot of sophomores are in this class." I say, astonished.
"Is that so?" He responds uncaring. "Anyways, thanks for walking me to class, Yunho. I'll catch up with you and Changmin later." He says, walking into the classroom only partly filled with students.
"I have a meeting for soccer during lunch, but Changmin said he'd pick you up after class."
I say, glancing past Jaejoong and looking at the group of students who were glancing curiously in our direction.
"That's good. Does he know where I'll be?"
"Changmin knows everything. Don't worry. Anyways I should be going, class for you is going to start in five."
"Where are you going, exactly? You don't have class for the next hour?"
"And what's it to you where I go?" I grin. Was Jaejoong showing some concern for me?
"No reason, you're about to see a show in a couple of minutes, so sit here and watch, if you'd like." The glint in his eyes mean something, but I can't exactly uncover what. Without another word, Kim Jaejoong finds his seat in the back of class, and puts his head down. I take the seat next to him. Usually, the advanced class had an extra seat or two to spare, but that didn't mean the class was small. In fact, the class had probably around fifty to sixty students, ten rows and five columns. Although I wasn't taking the class, I knew that the professors didn't even take roll-- especially for the advanced class. Those in the advanced class had to take one exam at the end of the semester, and your grade on that exam would be your grade for the semester. Of course, you had one shot at retakes but the highest you could get would be a "B." Well, this was all according to Changmin who not only refused to show up for at least a week of class, but aced both the midterm and the final exam with an A.
"The only thing that you should never do in that class," Changmin said as a warning once, "is never, ever, sleep. You can go on your laptop and search the web for the whole class period, but never sleep. Once you sleep, Professor Park will pick on you the remainder of the semester, asking you to define a list of words, read a paragraph... You'll always be in the spotlight." He said, with a slight smirk. "If you're sleepy, you might as well not go. That's what I did, anyways."
So, with that being said, I looked over to a sleeping Jaejoong, and tried to wake him up before the professor came in.
"Jaejoong, dude, wake up! Jaejoong!"
"Yunho, is that you?" A girl asked, looking intrigued. "I didn't know you were in this class. This must be fate." She smiled, taking the seat in front of me. "I heard you have a new roommate. How long do you think he'll stay around?" The way she says it makes me sound as if I were really cruel.
"Uh, I'm glad you know me and all but... May I ask your name?"
"Yoona Hyeon." She giggled, not the least bit affected by my annoyed demeanor. Girls are truly something.
"Uh huh. Nice to mee--"
"Okay, settle down now class." By the time I knew it, the class was filled with people.
"Welcome class! Being the first day, self study should be okay with everyone." Said a woman who looked old enough to be my mother. Changmin failed to mention that Professor Park was actually a female. "Let's be honest, I won't remember all of your names and you're all old enough to pick a seat that's best for you. But if I in fact, do remember your names, it's not a good thing." She cackled. I looked around to see the faces of other students, but I was the only one who had an unamused look.
"And you there, with your head down! What are you doing?!"
I try kicking his chair softly, only to be ignored. Changmin's warning had gone to waste.
"You there." She called, pointing a scrawny finger at me. "What's that boy's name?"
I looked away from her accused finger and faced Jaejoong, who hadn't moved an inch.
"Spit it out!"
"Hey old hag, who do you---"
"Kim Jaejoong is my name, Miss." Jaejoong says, rubbing his eyes a bit before facing her head on. I hold back a snicker at the name "Miss." He sure has guts.
"You're the only first year here, Mister Kim?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Well, if you really did belong here, you would be ready for class on the first day of school. I always think it's a mistake to let freshmen into this class and think of themselves so highly. That, and 'Miss?' Who do you think you are to address me in such a manner--"
Immediately, Jaejoong began to cry, which made the whole class gasp-- and I felt a surge of anger run through me.
"Hey, old hag, did you just make Jae cry?" I say curse aloud angrily. I didn't even have the class, so the worse she could do was kick me out. However, my one angry comment had turned the classes attention on us, if we hadn't captured their attention to begin with.
Before she could condone me, Jaejoong lifted up one hand to stop me.
"Sorry... It's just my contacts fell out of my eye and might be on the floor somewhere..." He said, still holding his left eye, and standing up, causing him to be a foot away from her. Removing his hand, he stared at the teacher with a shy smile.
"Sorry for disrupting the class..." He said with a slight pout on his face. "Can I introduce myself properly? I'm Kim Jaejoong, freshmen. It's nice to be a student of yours. I've heard great things about you." He smiled, grabbing her hand and lightly squeezing it before letting it go.
"Please let my rash behavior as well as my friend's go for today." He said, giving her another sincere and heartfelt smile.
I eyed Kim Jaejoong, hoping he could understand my silent pleas which begged him to retreat. The professors here weren't much for people who sweet talked, and what he was doing was far beyond sweet talking. It was complete seduction.
I stared in anticipation for the reaction of Professor Park, who's true expression was hidden beneath a pair of thick-framed, circular, glasses.
"Mister Kim..."
"Jaejoong is fine, Miss. I mean, Professor Park. I'm sorry, where I grew up, it was common courtesy to call people as beautiful as yourself "Miss." I did not know it would offend you." He said, showing a look of true regret.
"Don't speak nonsense, beautiful you say..." She trailed off, and I could tell her cold and strict front was easily being melted by a smile that could rival the warmth of the Earth's core.
"Of course, Miss, I mean, Professor." He chuckled again. I could hear the class giggle a bit at his mistake.
"That aside, Jaejoong, where are your contacts now?" Compared to her malicious tone before, the words she spoke were soft and filled with worry. And wait, was that a blush? And why was she calling her student by their first name?!
"It's fine, I can see okay without them, I suppose." He chuckled. "Anyways, I should get back to studying now, Professor." He said, giving another brilliant smile, but this smile filled with elegance, beauty, and pure enchantment.
"You- You can call me Miss." The professor smiled a bit, which caught the whole class off guard. Some began to whistle, only to be silenced by Professor Park's glare. I turned around to face Jaejoong who's smile got even brighter, looking at her thankfully.
"T-that aside, self study! What are you students looking at?!"
The class immediately returned to their duties, glancing back at Jaejoong with an amused smile which he returned.
"Jaejoong, what the hell was that?"
Without a sparing a glance toward me, Jaejoong takes out a pen and begins to draw on his hand, while I watched with a mixed look of curiosity and shock. After about two minutes, Jaejoong reveals a sketch (and a pretty accurate one) of Professor Park, who's eating a sandwich. I stare until I get the message he was trying to send.
She's eating at the palm of his hand.
As soon as I get the message, he smirks at my shocked face and puts his head down once more. This time, although it's clear that Professor Park could see him, (she stole glances at him frequently enough,) she doesn't say a word and pretends to be diverged into a book. Little does she know the books upside down, which makes me laugh. The strange thing is, I don't think the class notices.
"Hey, Yunho." Yoona Hyeon asks, breaking me out of my trance and glancing a bit in the direction of a sleeping Jaejoong.
"Uhh, yes?"
"Is... That guy your friend?" She doesn't have to point. I know who she's talking about.
"More like my roommate." I say, and her eyes turn wide.
"He's... interesting."
"You don't need to tell me that." I say rudely, which makes her face the front. For some reason, it bothered me that he was getting attention. And something was telling me it wasn't because of my inferiority complex.
After about thirty minutes, the class bell rings and we make our exits.
"So tell me Yunho, did you enjoy the show?"
I don't respond, but I note the quirk in his smile that said this was only the beginning.
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Hey all my readers! here's another chapter of Living with the Devil! :D! I hope you enjoy!
Haha, thank you for all your supportive comments. :) ♥ i seriously can't thank you all enough!
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thanks guys so much for reading!
Pairings: Jaeho, Yoosu
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Language
Length: 9/20?
Genre: Romance, Humor
A/N: Cross-posted at hug______
Summary: (AU) , Jaejoong has a new college roommate.
Previous: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Chapter 9: This ain't a scene.
"Can't believe I really have to do this..." Yunho mumbles. I can tell he's grumpy.
"Is it really a big deal? Taking me to school on your bike?"
"Yeah! What will people think if they see two guys on a bike?!" He says, practically slamming our apartment door behind us and I glare at his immaturity.
"How can they see us with helmets on?" I don't mean to be rude or anything, but seriously, if I remember correctly, people are usually focusing on the road, not on people with motorcycles.
"Of course they'll know us! It's me we're talking about." He says, rolling his eyes, and I don't know whether to laugh or sigh.
Today, I, Kim Jaejoong, have found the living definition of a drama queen--er, king.
"Yunho," I try reasoning with him. "I'm just asking for a ride... Aren't you looking into it a little too much?"
"What do you mean?" He snaps. His face makes this really big crease in his forehead. Very uncute.
"I'm saying, you're making it sound as if I want to hold your hand every day walking to school, rather than a simple bike ride that'll take about fifteen minutes."
"If it'll take just fifteen minutes, you can walk, right?"
"Yunho, you're being difficult." I say, annoyed. "Just because you got in to Riverside due to your soccer skills, it doesn't mean you should lack in intelligence as well. You should know walking and taking a motorcycle are two completely different things."
"Are you implying that I'm stupid?!"
Wow.
"No, Yunho. The whole point of this whole conversation right now is me asking for a ride."
"And you're really not understanding what I'm saying. The whole world seeing us on my motorcycle... not cool."
"Yunho, look up. What do you see?"
"The sun." He says, glancing for about a second without stopping.
"That's correct. Well, the sun is what the world revolves around. Not you."
He gasps as if I had something truly offensive.
"Take it back." He says. Like a little kid who just got hit with a, "yo-mama" joke.
"Really, Yunho? Are we really doing this?"
"Take it back, or I won't ride you on my bike to school."
"So you'll promise, that if I just take it back, you'll take me to school every morning."
"Yoochun's not letting me get out of this, so this is the least you can do." He pouts as we finally reach our destination: his motorcycle.
"Jung Yunho, the world does revolve around you."
Technically, I wasn't lying. My world, at least, revolved around Jung Yunho for the fifteen minutes I was on his bike.
"You don't need to tell me that. I already know." He smirks, passing me a helmet and putting his own on. He starts his motorcycle and signals me to get on, and I swear I saw him wink.
Jung Yunho, you narcissistic bigot.
Someone, please knock some humbleness into this guy-- or at least some common sense.
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So technically, the only person in this world I've ever let ride with me on my motorcycle is Changmin-- but don't be alarmed. This was because his car ran out of gas one unfaithful day, so it was a one time thing.
Well, today is a rather unfortunate one for myself, for now, till the rest of all my university days, I will be giving a ride to a guy.
Kim Jaejoong, you have soiled me once again.
I guess I don't blame him for not wanting to walk.The university isn't too far away-- well, at least if you're getting a ride. Commuting by bus, rail, bike... Yeah, it takes about thirty minutes. But the thought of me sharing a bike not because of my own will but because I'm being forced to was far from a perfect scenario.
That, and this is the guy I kinda-sort-of-maybe have a thing for, which I'm really trying to avoid progressing.
For the last couple of days I've been analyzing when I started to have these feelings. Sure, I thought he looked fair, but I guess it really started when I saw him woo those girls in. Idiot, Jaejoong, you big idiot. Who told you to be so damn seductive?
But let me get this straight, I don't love Jaejoong. I don't like Jaejoong.
At least, this is admiration. At most, this is attraction.
My gut feeling tells me that Kim Jaejoong is dangerous, and I'm not sure exactly why right now. But if that's so, my attraction towards him will lead to my utmost demise: like a moth drawn to a flame. Even as I tried to find out things that could make my interest in him go away, I found nothing.
For the past week I've known the guy, I've figured out this much:
1. He's a neat-freak.
2. He's a great cook.
3. He takes really short showers.
4. He's reasonable, somewhat.
5. He's beautiful... Not handsome, not pretty, but beautiful.
6. He's strangely hard to hate, which makes me hate him. But not really.
7. He locks himself in his room.
8. He has a rather odd relationship with Yoochun.
9. He can act cool, dorky, and playful.
10. He goes to sleep in hamster pajamas.
The list above is just a simple list of facts.
If I were to begin to describe Jaejoong's personality...
Let's just say, in one word, Kim Jaejoong is truly indescribable. How ironic.
In about twelve minutes, we arrive at school and we're already getting a lot of stares. I can't tell if it's because of us arriving on a motorcycle, my good looks, or dare I say it, Jaejoong's fresh face.
I can't tell whether to be happy about the fact that the spotlight's on me, or angry on the fact that the one they have their eyes glued to is Jaejoong.
Which leads me to think: Up until now, Jaejoong has been trying on many different "faces," I guess one would say, in order to make another swoon.
How could he put up with fooling a whole university?
I voice my curiosity.
"Jaejoong, how will you handle facing the whole university?"
"What's this, you're worried?" He looks at me feigning shock.
"You act like that's a surprise. How rude. Isn't it only natural that I'd worry about you? And besides, what are you even majoring in?"
"Oh foolish one." He says with his head shaking left to right. "It is a shame. I'm majoring in english. Take me to the building, u-know-nothing."
"Fine." I sighed, motioning him to follow me. "Then, let's go."
"I suppose you're here just attending for soccer, and nothing else?"
"Not necessarily. I'm studying in the arts as well. I've always been a free-spirit."
"Pfft." Jaejoong laughed. "'Free-spirit.' That's what you call it huh?"
"Jaejoong, you---" Suddenly, I was interrupted by three voices.
"Jaejoong, is that you?" Girl one's voice questioned.
"No, really now." Girl two's voice stated sarcastically.
"Do you need help finding your class?" Girl three's voice asked.
We turned around only to find three faces that haunted our weekend.
Suh Ji Young(girl 3), Han Yu-rang(girl 2), and Yoon Eun Hye(girl 1).
If glares could kill these girls would be dead, as they each tried boring a hole in each other's head with a cold hard stare.
"Jaejoong-sama," Yoon Eun Hye started, "Let me walk you to class." Shoving aside Han Yu-rang and Suh Ji Young.
"Not so fast." Suh Ji Young barked catching Yoon Eun's hand and casting her aside roughly.
"You're one to talk." Han Yu-rang said mimicking Suh Ji's move and shoving her roughly while grabbing Jaejoong's arm, to which he swiftly dodged.
I stare at Jaejoong with envy, confusion, worry, and a bit of "what-the-hell."
Because seriously, what in the world is he going to do with this situation.
"Sorry, ladies." He says with a brilliant smile. "Yunho's planning on walking me to class today, so your presence isn't necessary." The way he says it makes the air seem colder than it already is. Even I felt stung. Each of the girls are left frozen, and I can't blame them for acting as they did. They were completely fooled by Jaejoong's... personas.
"Yunho-ah, let's go." He said, quickly grabbing my hand and walking toward the english department.
"Jaejoong, was it really okay to talk to those girls like that?"
"It's fine. They weren't hurt or anything." He states with a look of contentment.
"But..."
"We're here." He says, completely ignoring what I had said before and I realize something.
The class he was standing before was an advanced english class.
"You're in advanced English as a freshman? A lot of sophomores are in this class." I say, astonished.
"Is that so?" He responds uncaring. "Anyways, thanks for walking me to class, Yunho. I'll catch up with you and Changmin later." He says, walking into the classroom only partly filled with students.
"I have a meeting for soccer during lunch, but Changmin said he'd pick you up after class."
I say, glancing past Jaejoong and looking at the group of students who were glancing curiously in our direction.
"That's good. Does he know where I'll be?"
"Changmin knows everything. Don't worry. Anyways I should be going, class for you is going to start in five."
"Where are you going, exactly? You don't have class for the next hour?"
"And what's it to you where I go?" I grin. Was Jaejoong showing some concern for me?
"No reason, you're about to see a show in a couple of minutes, so sit here and watch, if you'd like." The glint in his eyes mean something, but I can't exactly uncover what. Without another word, Kim Jaejoong finds his seat in the back of class, and puts his head down. I take the seat next to him. Usually, the advanced class had an extra seat or two to spare, but that didn't mean the class was small. In fact, the class had probably around fifty to sixty students, ten rows and five columns. Although I wasn't taking the class, I knew that the professors didn't even take roll-- especially for the advanced class. Those in the advanced class had to take one exam at the end of the semester, and your grade on that exam would be your grade for the semester. Of course, you had one shot at retakes but the highest you could get would be a "B." Well, this was all according to Changmin who not only refused to show up for at least a week of class, but aced both the midterm and the final exam with an A.
"The only thing that you should never do in that class," Changmin said as a warning once, "is never, ever, sleep. You can go on your laptop and search the web for the whole class period, but never sleep. Once you sleep, Professor Park will pick on you the remainder of the semester, asking you to define a list of words, read a paragraph... You'll always be in the spotlight." He said, with a slight smirk. "If you're sleepy, you might as well not go. That's what I did, anyways."
So, with that being said, I looked over to a sleeping Jaejoong, and tried to wake him up before the professor came in.
"Jaejoong, dude, wake up! Jaejoong!"
"Yunho, is that you?" A girl asked, looking intrigued. "I didn't know you were in this class. This must be fate." She smiled, taking the seat in front of me. "I heard you have a new roommate. How long do you think he'll stay around?" The way she says it makes me sound as if I were really cruel.
"Uh, I'm glad you know me and all but... May I ask your name?"
"Yoona Hyeon." She giggled, not the least bit affected by my annoyed demeanor. Girls are truly something.
"Uh huh. Nice to mee--"
"Okay, settle down now class." By the time I knew it, the class was filled with people.
"Welcome class! Being the first day, self study should be okay with everyone." Said a woman who looked old enough to be my mother. Changmin failed to mention that Professor Park was actually a female. "Let's be honest, I won't remember all of your names and you're all old enough to pick a seat that's best for you. But if I in fact, do remember your names, it's not a good thing." She cackled. I looked around to see the faces of other students, but I was the only one who had an unamused look.
"And you there, with your head down! What are you doing?!"
I try kicking his chair softly, only to be ignored. Changmin's warning had gone to waste.
"You there." She called, pointing a scrawny finger at me. "What's that boy's name?"
I looked away from her accused finger and faced Jaejoong, who hadn't moved an inch.
"Spit it out!"
"Hey old hag, who do you---"
"Kim Jaejoong is my name, Miss." Jaejoong says, rubbing his eyes a bit before facing her head on. I hold back a snicker at the name "Miss." He sure has guts.
"You're the only first year here, Mister Kim?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Well, if you really did belong here, you would be ready for class on the first day of school. I always think it's a mistake to let freshmen into this class and think of themselves so highly. That, and 'Miss?' Who do you think you are to address me in such a manner--"
Immediately, Jaejoong began to cry, which made the whole class gasp-- and I felt a surge of anger run through me.
"Hey, old hag, did you just make Jae cry?" I say curse aloud angrily. I didn't even have the class, so the worse she could do was kick me out. However, my one angry comment had turned the classes attention on us, if we hadn't captured their attention to begin with.
Before she could condone me, Jaejoong lifted up one hand to stop me.
"Sorry... It's just my contacts fell out of my eye and might be on the floor somewhere..." He said, still holding his left eye, and standing up, causing him to be a foot away from her. Removing his hand, he stared at the teacher with a shy smile.
"Sorry for disrupting the class..." He said with a slight pout on his face. "Can I introduce myself properly? I'm Kim Jaejoong, freshmen. It's nice to be a student of yours. I've heard great things about you." He smiled, grabbing her hand and lightly squeezing it before letting it go.
"Please let my rash behavior as well as my friend's go for today." He said, giving her another sincere and heartfelt smile.
I eyed Kim Jaejoong, hoping he could understand my silent pleas which begged him to retreat. The professors here weren't much for people who sweet talked, and what he was doing was far beyond sweet talking. It was complete seduction.
I stared in anticipation for the reaction of Professor Park, who's true expression was hidden beneath a pair of thick-framed, circular, glasses.
"Mister Kim..."
"Jaejoong is fine, Miss. I mean, Professor Park. I'm sorry, where I grew up, it was common courtesy to call people as beautiful as yourself "Miss." I did not know it would offend you." He said, showing a look of true regret.
"Don't speak nonsense, beautiful you say..." She trailed off, and I could tell her cold and strict front was easily being melted by a smile that could rival the warmth of the Earth's core.
"Of course, Miss, I mean, Professor." He chuckled again. I could hear the class giggle a bit at his mistake.
"That aside, Jaejoong, where are your contacts now?" Compared to her malicious tone before, the words she spoke were soft and filled with worry. And wait, was that a blush? And why was she calling her student by their first name?!
"It's fine, I can see okay without them, I suppose." He chuckled. "Anyways, I should get back to studying now, Professor." He said, giving another brilliant smile, but this smile filled with elegance, beauty, and pure enchantment.
"You- You can call me Miss." The professor smiled a bit, which caught the whole class off guard. Some began to whistle, only to be silenced by Professor Park's glare. I turned around to face Jaejoong who's smile got even brighter, looking at her thankfully.
"T-that aside, self study! What are you students looking at?!"
The class immediately returned to their duties, glancing back at Jaejoong with an amused smile which he returned.
"Jaejoong, what the hell was that?"
Without a sparing a glance toward me, Jaejoong takes out a pen and begins to draw on his hand, while I watched with a mixed look of curiosity and shock. After about two minutes, Jaejoong reveals a sketch (and a pretty accurate one) of Professor Park, who's eating a sandwich. I stare until I get the message he was trying to send.
She's eating at the palm of his hand.
As soon as I get the message, he smirks at my shocked face and puts his head down once more. This time, although it's clear that Professor Park could see him, (she stole glances at him frequently enough,) she doesn't say a word and pretends to be diverged into a book. Little does she know the books upside down, which makes me laugh. The strange thing is, I don't think the class notices.
"Hey, Yunho." Yoona Hyeon asks, breaking me out of my trance and glancing a bit in the direction of a sleeping Jaejoong.
"Uhh, yes?"
"Is... That guy your friend?" She doesn't have to point. I know who she's talking about.
"More like my roommate." I say, and her eyes turn wide.
"He's... interesting."
"You don't need to tell me that." I say rudely, which makes her face the front. For some reason, it bothered me that he was getting attention. And something was telling me it wasn't because of my inferiority complex.
After about thirty minutes, the class bell rings and we make our exits.
"So tell me Yunho, did you enjoy the show?"
I don't respond, but I note the quirk in his smile that said this was only the beginning.
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