Strawberry Milk for Joshua, Seungcheol's Personal Maid Duties and Responsibilities

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Joshua POV He surprisingly blinked his beautiful eyes a few times while looking at me. I looked back at him with amusement. He then looked away covering his face in embarrassment. Cute~ I thought. I cleared my throat, "I'm sorry to wake you up, Jeonghan ah. But, we still have afternoon classes," I said apologetically. "Oh, no, no, no! I'll be the one to apologize, I'm really sorry for falling asleep here." He cutely biting his lip. I smiled, nodding my head. "But … Why are you here?" I asked. Well, it's not that I'm complaining, I'm actually genuinely happy right now. This is a rare opportunity for me. Waking up … Seeing his beautiful face beside me. But ... Why is he here? "A-uhmmm ..." He stuttered. "Are you looking for Coups?" "Huh?" "He's with Boa seonsaeng nim, they w--" "Here ..." He shyly handed me a strawberry milk. "For me?" I asked in disbelief, pointing at myself. He weakly nodded, "Thank you ..." I smiled at him. "I-I hope you like strawberry milk. I-it's actually my favorite." He murmured still not looking at me. "Really? Then, it's now my favorite too!" I grinned at him. "Eh?" He looked at me while blinking his eyes in confusion. I only gave him a smile. "I-I-I'll go ahead then," he said and hurriedly stood up. He bowed his head and run away. A chuckle escapes from my lips. "He's really cute." . . . "Hyung! Oh wait, you're drinking strawberry milk?" DK curiously asked when he saw me going back to our classroom. "Hey DK, what's up?" I greeted, giving him a fist bump. "A-yeah ... So?" He waited impatiently for an answer. "Someone gave it to me." A line appeared between his brows. "Someone? Woah! I think that someone caught your interest since you're actually drinking what she gave to you!" He commented. She? "Well ... I think you're right." I smiled, patting his back. He's not a 'she' ... But a 'he' though. And he really caught my interest ever since we first met. The Crown Academy Cheonsa, Yoon Jeonghan. End of Joshua POV Jeonghan POV "Reeeeeen~ I'm really happy! Jisoo accepted the strawberry milk I bought for him earlier, kyaaah!" I screamed, shaking Ren in excitement. "W-wait, okay, okay, calm down! Yah Hannie ah, don't shake me too much, I'm already dizzy!" "Oh! Sorry," I grinned. He frowned, fixing his long black hair. "Okay, so why did you do that?" He asked once he finished fixing his hair. I frowned, "What do you mean why did I do that?" He exhaled, "Are you serious? Seungcheol will get hurt if he discovered about this." "As if ..." I snorted. Ren glared at me, I pouted. "I told you he's just playing around! Why are you like this? He doesn't even like me!" "But what if he does?" "Huh?" *Silence* Ren stared at me with his sharp eyes, I looked away. "I told you he's not ..." Ren still muted, "There's no way the First Prince will fall in love with me, okay? He's smart, handsome, hot, a total dream guy!" I blurted out. His face unknowingly brightens up when he heard what I just said, he grinned. "What are you grinning f--" My words were cut off when someone suddenly hugs me from behind. I gasped, "So, I'm smart, handsome, hot, and a total dream guy according to Cheonsa, huh?" Seungcheol mischievously whispered into my ear. I blushed really hard, and reflexively pushed him away. "Y-y-you ... How ... Y-you!" He grinned at me more, "Shalala lala lala~" Ren sing. I glared at my best friend. "Why are you here Choi Seungcheol? Our first afternoon class will start in 5 minutes." I asked, changing the awkward topic earlier. "I'm here to see you of course!" I heard Ren giggles, "Y-you really!" "I've been looking for you after talking to Boa seonsaeng nim. You left when I clearly said to wait for me outside," he pouted. "A-uhmm ... I ..." I looked at Ren, asking for help. But the traitor only looks at me like 'Yeah Hannie you really need to explain to Seungcheol' Wow~ Sometimes, I wondered if he's really my best friend or what? "I was bored ... So I ... Left ..." Dammit! What a lame excuse! He frowned, Okay, he's not buying it! Uwaaaah! I can't tell him I left because I want to see Jisoo, and give him the strawberry milk I bought. I chewed my bottom lip, "Just don't leave me alone again." He warned, gripping my hand like he doesn't want to let me go. I was surprised, Cause why not? How did the situation end up like in a K drama scene again? We only stared at each other. "Ehem, ehem, EHEM!" Ren coughed hard to gra
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