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Aiming for the stars chapter 1

By all accounts she was not having a good day and the last thing she needed was someone trying to talk to her. Especially if that someone was Ning.

She didn’t dislike Ning as much as she disliked everyone else on campus. But N’s obsession with grades grated on her. The trio of NWG were infamous for their obsession with studying hard and getting good grades while the rest of the year partied all year and studied secretly at the last minute.

She herself knew she was at the bottom of the scale when it came to academic excellence. There was no if’s or buts about it. She was just there to make her parents happy. To just pass, get her degree and find a job.

Except she wasn’t quite passing. Her lecturer had asked her to stay behind after maths tutorial to speak to her. And she knew what it was all about.

“You need to pass this semester or you’re not going to graduate,” he said as gently as he could. “Maybe you can ask some of your friends for help. Maybe speak to Yizhuo or Aeri. Even Minjeong can help.”

She groaned internally. Of course he asked her to look for NWG.

She nodded. “I’ll look for Yizhuo.”

“Good idea. Aeri is already tutoring Yangyang. So she might be a little busier. Try the other two girls.”

She felt her stomach churn. Yang Yang was upping his game. Yang Yang, the super loud guy “gangsta” wannabe whose grades were as bad as hers. Who smoked weed and partied like his life depended on it. She wondered if the rest of her fellow under achievers were getting secret help too. She would have to check.

So here she was, in the cafeteria with her headphones on as a sign for people to leave her alone while she had her lunch with Ning suddenly standing above her breathing down her neck. Clearly Dr Byun had spoken to her.

She took off her headphones sighing.

“Hey Ning,” she forced out a smile as friendly as she could. “Join me?”

It wasn’t a real invitation. Ning only had lunch with her two gals. Nobody else. It was the only reason why she extended the invite in the first place.

Ning sat down next to her.

“I’ve already had lunch with Giselle and Winter in the other canteen. This one doesn’t have much choice for us vegans.”

She tried not to roll her eyes, cutting to the chase instead.

“I gather Dr B spoke to you.” She stated to which Ning nodded, asking for the phone.

Ordinarily she didn’t let anyone touch her phone, but she didn’t dislike Ning as much as everyone else.

Ning typed in a name and a number and gave it back to her.

“The guys from the archery team,” Ning said, voice lowered suddenly. “They tutor folks every Tuesday and Thursday. If you can afford a fee I think they’d be great for you.”

“Why can’t you tutor me?” She asked, not excited at the prospect of knowing more people. The questions. The looks. The explanations she’d have to give.

Plus she needed real geniuses. Not conmen. She already got conned last year.

“They tutor me. How do you think I get straight As? Besides, I need to tutor Sungchan.” Ning grinned. “I don’t have time.”

“Sungchan? As in tall weed seller Sungchan?” She asked almost too loudly in shock.

“Shh! Pls! Our source of weed must never be identified!” Ning frowned. “Anyway Ive a friend in the archery team who majors in math but he’s one year our senior. His name is Jaemin Na. Just text him. He’ll be able to help.”

She sighed. She hated studying. She hated tutors. She hated people. Especially those posing as tutors.

“Isn’t Johnny suh the captain of the archery team? Am I gonna get fleeced again? Those idiots from SUmaMega charged me 2k in my first year and my grades didn’t improve one bit.”

Ning rolled her eyes. “You know Johnny left that frat to focus on archery right? I know there’s that association there but trust me. The guy’s ok.”

She wondered why she trusted Ning so much.

“I’ll text him,” she said. “I don’t exactly have a choice.”

She forgot to contact Jaemin. Friday came and there was a party thrown by Karina. She waited for Jeno to get to her place to park his bike, shower and leave in an Uber with her after his shift ended at 10pm.

She and jeno hooked up a year ago and he never left. Most of her friends didn’t know how to react to him. He didn’t do well enough to make it to college. He worked in a hospital mortuary. He had tattoos and looked intimidating. Most people were scared of him.

But she decided she liked his vibe after one night of fooling around. He was really a softy who made her laugh and the sex was great so that was that. Her social circle came to accept him as her other half though neither of them had labelled their relationship. He was a familiar face at parties- his arm around her waist, protective. Which was great for her because she hated people. At least the people on campus.

Today they decided to hang out in the kitchen to people watch. Jeno was affected by something he saw at work involving a dead 3 year old and needed calming. She told him they could stay in but he said he needed a distraction. So here she was, with her arms protectively around Jeno this time, easing him with alcohol and soft kisses on his jaw, and little updates about their friends from elementary school that made him smile.

Tonight’s crowd was different. A lot of the people she didn’t know. Likely from other faculties. But the vibe was chill even though it was pretty crowded. The music was great- the deejay was the short guy from the SVT frat.

Except there was a kid now, in an Adidas T-shirt, looking into the big bowl of spiked punch.

“Hey! Adidas!” Jeno called out, and the kid jumped as if he had been caught. He was tall and gangly, but his face revealed how young he was. What was he doing here at a college party?

“Uh?” Was all he could let out, eyes warily looking at jeno and her.

“Are you old enough to drink?” She asked, and watched him straighten up and morph into someone more resolute.

“I’m old enough.” He said firmly.

“I don’t think so young man.” Jeno said. “Show us your ID.”

By now he was straight up ignoring them, scooping up the drink into a red cup and taking a sip before making a face. He decided to abandon the drink entirely. But not before he looked at them.

“You’re right that I’m underaged.” He said smiling with no malice or irritation. “But I bet you guys were drinking way before you were 18.”

To which both jeno and her could only start giggling.

Past 1am both Jeno and her were both tipsy and giggly from the punch Adidas rejected. He returned to the kitchen a couple of times to get more water or soda, sometimes trailing behind another kid who was loud and obnoxious and had no problem with consuming the punch.

He was friendly, and when he returned alone they decided they liked him enough to introduce themselves to him.

“Jisung.” He said.

“Are you a freshman?”

“Sophomore.” He smiled embarrassed. “I skipped a couple of years in school.”

Jeno looked impressed.

“What about that loud guy you were with?”

“Chenle. He’s a sophomore too. He’s one year older than me though.”

She frowned. The name was familiar.

“Didn’t he get a gold in something?”

Jisungs face lit up.

“Chenle’s an archery ace.” He grinned. “I’ll never catch up with him.”

“Ah you guys are from the archery team.” She smiled. “I’m supposed to get in touch with Jaemin. About tutoring?”

Jisung started to look around nervously.

“Listen, don’t talk openly about that. Johnny already got a lot of flack the last time even though he wasn’t involved.”

“Sorry.” She bit her lip.

“It’s ok. The college doesn’t have a problem with the tutoring. It has a problem with people making money but not doing their job properly though.” Jisung explained.

“Is Jaemin around?” She asked.

Jisung let out a laugh.

“Jaemin hates parties.” He said. “Absolutely hates it.”

At 2am Jenos watch beeped, signalling it was time to go. She had a rule that she had to sleep by 3 on weekends.

“It’s time,” he grinned knowingly.

They left for her apartment off campus and soon she was under him, hands gripping tight his arms, mewing like the way she did. And then they changed positions and she was on top and both of them made so much noise her room mate Mark made 3 knocks against the wall from his room, a sign to lower their volume.

Later after a shower she realised it was way past her designated weekend bed time. She couldn’t sleep but was content to watch jeno sleep. She hadn’t felt this much stillness in her mind for a while. Usually her mind ran a hundred miles a minute. Sometimes she burst out crying. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact that jeno was next to her.

Whatever it was she knew the next day that the voices in her head would start all over again.

#nct dream #wayv #nct127

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