I almost didn't make it in time, but the professor in that class still considered my effort (even though I basically crammed) to do my paper and accepted it. He pointed out some obvious flaws, then graded it a B-, if I am in my normal state I would be asking why I only got that grade I missed a few classes for. But my heart feels so heavy, like someone decided to attached an anvil to it. I lightly shook my head, then took my sit. 

"Hyung, are you alright?" I heard Jongin's voice, I almost forgot that we are both taking this class, and as stupid as this might sound but my heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice. I hate how my body reacts like this even just by his voice, I should be not feeling anything for him, because that is what's right. Although I know that right doesn't equally mean happy, I felt like I was staring at him for too long so I nodded my head along and pressed my lips into a tight line. Not wanting to utter a single word, not wanting to fall anymore deeper, but I can't help but talk to him. 

"This class is really interesting, eo?" I looked a little longer (again), eagerly waiting for his answer, a smile crept up on his lips. I thought that he find this class as interesting as I do, but I was wrong. I followed the line of his sight and saw Krystal walking on the hallway, my heart sank again. So instead of waiting for his answer, I focused on our professor. I want to be good with words as he is, I want to speak with my opinion in a way it won't offend anyone. And that is what I admire in his class, every opinion is welcome. 

"See you, next meeting." he said, lightly laughing and pointing fingers to those who barely attend his class. "Ah, Do Kyungsoo. Come with me." Jongin was still saying something, but then I ignored most of it and followed our professor, leaving him hanging there did not make me feel  bad. I was more of proud actually, that during certain circumstances I could ignore his very presence and just walk away. I wish I could do that with what I feel for him, because it's all suffering instead of it being joyous like what authors from book write. On like how love is a magical feeling, but I would love to disagree, because it isn't magical at all. "It's hellish." my professor turned around with a confused look on his face, so I shyly shook my head. Guess I should stop thinking about things too much that I ended up blurting it out, he told me that I'd be in charge in his class. I nodded and headed on my way, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Jongin waiting by the locker room. And I hate how his gesture makes me melt, and I don't affect him in any way, it makes me feel so pathetic. But still I love being this pathethically inlove with Kim Jongin.