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When Sehun told me I could have gotten four extra marks if only I had double check my workings and recalculate them, I felt so relieved. It was like there was still this little hope that I could pass this class after all. The 9 out of 20 scores I had gotten was because of careless mistakes and not stupidity; that alone made me felt good. At least, for now, it did because I wanted to enjoy the fact that I could maybe join the dance competition that will be held on our semester break. I wanted to focus on the good thing for now.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror again for the final time after re-applying my eyeliner and touching up the foundation around my eyes a little bit. I cried in the toilet earlier while Mr Jung was marking the pop quiz and now, I felt little embarrassed of my little moment of self-hatred. I didn't even know my marks yet at that time and I broke down. That was not very Im Aesul of me, I thought to myself while shaking my head. After giving my reflection some self-preaching that I can actually do this, I put back the mirror along with my makeup bag into my tote bag. When I looked up, Sehun was studying me or something. His head was slightly tilted to the right and his lips were pursed. He knew that I caught him staring but he didn't look away. I let him because, for some reason, I didn't feel any discomfort or whatsoever. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. Then, it became this little moment where we both just watch each other; Sehun studying me and me, watching him studying me. Yup, I was definitely enjoying this. It felt exactly like when the audiences were watching me dancing on stage, it gave me these flutters that I could never explain myself. He, however, looked so serious that I almost snickered out loud. I bet he studied every single thing around him and that was why he was so smart. The thing is, though, I had always been an open book. There was nothing about me that needed that kind of serious examination. Ask and I'd tell.

"You didn't wear any makeup yesterday," he finally said after a few moment passed.

I wanted to roll my eyes so bad because did he forget? I didn't even get to see a glimpse of my makeup bag after my shower at the end of my dance class. That was all his fault. "Um, yeah. You were threatening me to come fast, remember?"

"I didn't notice then," he replied. I had to finally roll my eyes. This man wouldn't even notice if I went to his tutorials wearing pyjamas. Maybe he would but I knew for sure that he wouldn't care, as long as I show up.

"Maybe I am ugly with or without, in your eyes."

"Yeah, maybe." He chuckled and then proceed to use his phone. Curious, I tried to peek at what he was doing with that thing because this was the first time I saw him playing with it. He was done before I could even see any part of his screen then he turned his head towards the football crowd. I watched him for a second before turning to see what he was really looking at. There was nothing unusual about that particular crowd, they were still the loud and obnoxious guys that they were. Except, there was this one person sitting with his body facing us, ignoring his teammates behind.

"You know Kim Jongin?" I asked because the mentioned guy was smiling weirdly towards our direction before looking down his phone. They looked like they were texting each other. Kim Jongin was a pretty known guy at our university since he was the football team's captain. Not to mention his good look, impressive major choice and his status as a single man. I guess, Sehun was pretty known too but not the whole university kind of recognition that Jongin had. If this was high school, girls would literally scream and squeal in Jongin's face. Since we didn't really cross paths with each other, I didn't really know that Jongin was saved from such thing now that we were university students.

"Yeah," Sehun confirmed casually and added a little shrug but he looked a little bit uncomfortable. I squinted my eyes, first at Sehun then to the captain. Was Kim Jongin bullying Sehun? Sehun, in theory, was the type to be typically bullied; being The Brain and everything. In reality, t