A month passed.  Section C’s Algebra professor had returned to STL, hence, no more merged class.  The bento box era had ended, too.  Unfortunately.  Making things extra difficult for Oh Sehun.

He is what his friends call him.  A lovesick boy.  He rarely sees Jung Krystal nowadays for she became very busy with the Sci-Math Club.  Right.  She quit the Pep Squad and joined her peers.  Literally turning into someone’s who is way out of his league.  Also, the school year is about to end in a few weeks.  It made him crazier.  He misses her every moment.  And it kills him whenever other people stared at her with awe—his nerdy-chic girl.

Goodness gracious!

He wanted to be selfish and obtain the right to do so, but they have to be together first of all.  And that is the closest thing to impossible if he won’t act now.

“You can’t win her heart without fighting close range, Dude.”  Jongin tried to bore some sense in Sehun’s brain.

His buddy had been depressed over how he was unable to approach the love of his life.  Man up, they always encouraged him but then he’d chicken out the last minute.  Get nervous, flustered and all.

Kris said, “Work your off.  The way I see it, you haven’t done anything yet.  Your score isn’t even zero but second to negative infinity actually.”

“Did nothing?” Sehun grunted.  “I already have our parents’ blessing if you consider that a move.”

“What?!” Jongin and Chanyeol interjected in unison.

“It’s not like I’m afraid to court her,” he rubbed his nape as he was explaining.  “I just can’t find a foothold to take the step to confess my feelings.  I don’t know where to begin, honestly…”

“Parents…” Chanyeol was still processing what he heard.  He glanced at Jongin who completed his statement.  “Blessings, Dude.  We heard it right.”

Kris cleared his throat as if he was about to announce a shocking news.  “Use it against her.  It seemed that your folks are fond of you both.  Why not ask for an arranged marriage?”

Sehun was astonished.  “Hyung!” he whined.  “Do you hear what you’re saying?  No one does that now.  We’re already in the 21st century.  Geez!”

“Just a suggestion,” the older guy shrugg