“So what class is she in right now?” I asked Jjong who was drinking soda.

“Well, she’s a major in ballet s I’m pretty sure she’s in the practice room in the third floor.” He answered while giving me an I-know-what-you-want-to-do look.

I ignored him and pulled out my phone and started texting Kim Yun.

"Hey I need you to attend my class for me. It’s in the second floor. Look for Jonghyun there and he’ll show you what room." Then message sent.

“So are you planning to talk to her?”Jjong asked

“I-uh yeah. It’s in the third floor right?” I answered as I headed for the stairs. I looked at my phne and read her message.

"Yah! I have classes too you know!" A smirk formed in my face.

"I don’t care. Just go!" I replied back.

“…Yah! You’re not listening again!” he shaked me from behind.

“Huh? Anyway, I have to go now.” I shook him off and started walking away.

“You have a class idiot!” he shouted.

I stopped from my tracks and looked at him with a smirk.

“This is why I have a slave.”