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“Tell me why you’re in AP again?”

“’Cos I’m y, free, and not single,” the male winked cheekily, bumping her lightly with his shoulder. Shiyeon sighed, scrunching her nose as she moved away to dodge his fidgeting, “Eyes on the book. You’re going to fail and get kicked out if you keep not paying attention,”

Kai grinned, “Sorry, babe. Can’t help it with you in the vicinity.”

Aigoo…Shiyeon rolled her eyes, whacking his wrist with the pencil she had in hand. The man hissed, pouting as he shrunk back in obedience, “We’re here to study, Mr. Casanova,”

“Stop calling me that!” he whined.

“Then, Mr. Brat, what’s the answer to this question?”

“Hell if I know! He’s dead, why do I even have to study this?”

The woman pressed her lips into a thin line, inhaling deeply to calm herself before flicking under his jaw. Kai yelped, wiggling childishly as he massaged his new wound, “Why are you doing this to meeee?!”

“Jongin, you can’t name the current president of America. You don’t even know the ruler of North Korea, when you have almost the same exact name!” Shiyeon scolded, slapping his hand when she felt it creep up her side. She frowned when his unwavering smile failed to fall, “Are you listening?”

Kai blinked, snapping out of his daze, “Sorry, what? I just love it when you call me that,”

Shiyeon groaned, dropping her head on the desk with a loud bang.

“And remember it, because you’ll be screaming my name sooner or later,” he nudged her side, causing her to groan in irritation. Scowling, Shiyeon snapped up and shoved Kai harshly whilst he laughed uproariously, unfazed.

“YAH! KIM JONGIN!”