Just as Junhui was about to send a frantic text to his roommate to ensure that he was awake and on his way to take the quiz for Korean, Minghao busted through the doors of the lecture hall and was met with a displeased scowl from Professor Choi.   "So nice of you to join us, Mister Xu," the older woman hissed unpleasantly before pointing her fresh manicure in the direction of an empty seat, "now hurry and take a seat so we can finally begin class."   At least Professor Choi was nice enough to wait until Minghao arrived and as he hurriedly took his seat, he sent Junhui an exasperated look of desperation. 
  Quickly tucking away his cellphone back into his pocket, Junhui readjusts himself to a much more comfortable position when the door bangs open again, startling most of the class. Professor Choi's face twists up in frustration and just as she was about to part her lips to scold the interruption, a simple "oh!" came instead.    "I'm sorry but is this Korean 102?" the girl inquires sweetly, "I know I'm late but I went to the wrong hall and even attended the wrong class until I realized Korean and Geography are two different things."   "Ah yes, this is the class you should be in." Professor Choi simpers as she gestures for the student to step forth into the room. "I assume you're Sung Jiyeon?"   Instantly, Junhui's eyes flitted from his desktop to the front of the room where Jiyeon was standing. His heart thumped harder against his ribcage when he heard her whimsical laughter tinkle throughout the lecture hall.    "Yes, ma'am."    For very good reasoning, most of the class found themselves staring blankly at the conversation that was taking place between one of the most uptight women on campus and a tardy student. Perhaps there is something about Sung Jiyeon that Professor Choi is attracted to and the class may never know what but funny enough, she isn't the only one.   To Junhui's left sits a round-faced girl named Kim Taeha who huffs and puffs inelegantly at the interaction; Of course, the teacher's pet would naturally be jealous.    Suddenly, Jiyeon is making her way up the carpeted stairs and to the only vacant seat available in the class which happens to be right in front of Junhui. And currently, he's using the back of the vacant seat to rest his feet on due to dance practices running a little longer than usual these past days. To his surprise, she makes it to the spot pretty quickly and with a delicate smirk gracing her lips, she motions her hand to the area his feet are placed.   "Do you or your feet mind if I sit here?"   "Uh, yeah—I mean no, I don't mind. Sorry." Junhui stutters embarrassed but smoothly plants his feet back on the floor.   "Thanks, Junhui!" Jiyeon replies as she plops down in the chair and begins to take out supplies.    "We've got a real Casanova, Rico Suave here." Taeha sniggers under her breath before Junhui sends her a pointed glare. Just who was she to ? From his memories, he doesn't recall ever holding a conversation with Taeha outside of the classroom and even in class, they barely con