Hyesoo

It's really weird to walk on the hallway with a navy blue leathered backpack slung on the left side of my shoulder and a black jansport backpack on the right side.

I looked like a martyr girlfriend carrying her lazy boyfriend's bag onto his class. Although it's annoying to know that Appa told me Taehyung and I had the same schedule for every class, at least I wouldn't have to place his bag on some random seat on a very random classroom.

I sat at the middle row on the second line and placed both of the bags on the table. I felt like an outcast knowing that I have known no one in this enormous four-sided room, while everybody, talked like they were best best friends.

The professor came in with a smug look on her face, she slams a bunch of folders on the desk and yet graciously slumps down on her seat.

She didn't even have to glare or shout to frighten everyone inside, her presence is terrifying enough to shut us up.

"Okay, to start off this meeting I would like to introduce myself, my name is—"

The professor was taken aback by the sudden slam of the door, jerking it open. Taehyung nonchalantly walks inside, but the professor stops him midway.

"Why are you late? And where is your bag, young arrogant?" She calmly inquired. "Do you plan to attend my class just by your presence? Because you alone is a headache enough."

"Actually," Taehyung informally replied. "My bag isn't as tardy as I am, so it got here a little earlier than it's supposed to be."

"Unbelievable." The professor shook her head and stared at