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  Thanks to Kai and his seductive flirting skills that killed your brain, you were approximately 45 minutes late for class. The unfortunate thing was that this was your only class for the day. By the time you got to the lecture, the Professor was explaining the last few parts of the assignment that would be due for next week.    While everyone cleared out of the room, you had to catch up with the Professor as quick as you can before he fled out the room like a wild deer running away from it’s predator.    Your professor was fairly young. If he didn’t stand in front of the podium, wearing his expensive looking Armani suit, you would’ve expected he was one of the idols you saw on T.V. He wasn’t so bad looking either. In fact, unlike the rest of your professors who were tediously boring and cranky, he was quite intriguing, in his weird sarcastic way.   “Ah, I see that you’re late again.” Professor Kyuhyun remarked, holding up his briefcase as if he was ready to leave. His eyes darted down to the muffin you held in your hand. “Now, I don’t usually accept bribery but if you must—”   Before he could reach for it, you held it back. “Uh, sorry Prof. The muffin is mine... I just came to get the work.”    “Well that’s plain rude, I assumed that the muffin was for me.” Professor Kyuhyun snorted. You cracked a smile. The muffin was cold now, but the yummy scent still hung in the air. You wanted to save the muffin AFTER class.    Profess Kyuhyun opened up his briefcase and handed you the work. He briefly explained it to you with much patience, and helpfully crossed out the parts that you didn’t need to do.   “If I see you late one more time, I expect you to make me a basketful of muffins for forgiveness.” Professor Kyuhyun teased, buckling his suitcase and lifting it up.    “I thought this was creative writing class...” You blinked.    Professor Kyuhyun scoffed. “That doesn’t state that students can’t bring muffins to their Profs.”    You couldn’t help but laugh again. If only you had Professor Kyuhyun for all your courses. It would’ve made life much easier. Not to mention, much more fun. Professor Kyuhyun smiled as well, and his eyes softened as he took a careful look at you. Then, before he could stop himself, he found himself saying, “It’s nice to formally meet you.” A mysterious glint appeared in his transparent brown eyes.     You blinked in confusion, and opened your mouth to say something when he quickly added in, “Anyway, work hard on your new assignment. I’ll see you next week then. Don’t be late.” He held out a warning finger at you. You blinked and watched as your strange Prof walked out of the hall.    *Strange...* Not thinking too much of it, you followed after him and with great pleasure, you finally sunk your teeth in that delicious muffin that Kris had made for you.     By the time you left the school building, you had already finished your muffin. It was delicious! Smooth on the outside, rich and soft on the inside. It had the right amount of sugar and banana which blended perfectly together in creating the most delicious banana muffin you had ever tasted. Next to D.O., Kris was next in line with amazing culinary skills. You made a mental note to tell Kris that he was an amazing baker. For someone who should be at least 300 years old, his talent in the modern day world never ceased to amaze you.   You felt a bit sad for stuffing the muffin your mouth so fast. It had always been a bad habit of yours to stuff delicious food in your mouth. *I wonder if I look like Xiumin or Chanyeol when I do that.* You tapped your chin thoughtfully as you walked down the pavement and out the campus.   The sound of a group of girls laughing brought you back to reality. Their piercing cackles burst in your mind and you immediately cringed. Your eyes curiously flickered over to where the laughter was.    The group of girls were casually hanging outside the engineer building. They leaned against the tall sturdy brick walls. It looked as if they were waiting for somebody important, but in reality, they were just the type of girls who paid thousands of dollars for University only to skip class and smoke cigarettes. The shift in the wind blew the scent of smoke towards your direction and your face contorted into a deep grimace.    You were about to keep on walking when you could hear the distinct, familiar sound of another girl talking. Your eyes widened. *Yoonjung?* Your eyes quickly flew back to the group of deliquents. All the girls looked about the same,