The Practice Confession

Episode 3: “The Practice Confession"

[Scene 1 – Dorm Room, Morning]

The dorm room is a battlefield of dirty clothes, sports gear, and half-finished textbooks. Zion stands in the center, broom in hand, staring at the chaos like it personally offended him. Fang is lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone without a care in the world.

Zion (Sighing, hands on hips):

Alright, Fang. We’re doing this. "Operation Clean-Up" starts now.

Fang groans dramatically, covering his face with a pillow.

Fang:

Do we have to? The mess isn’t that bad…

Zion (Glancing at a pile of socks in the corner):

I think something in that corner moved. Yes, we have to.

Fang peeks from behind the pillow, unimpressed.

[Scene 2 ]

Zion starts sweeping, picking up stray papers and tossing clothes into the laundry basket. Fang slowly sits up, stretching lazily.

Fang (Yawning):

Alright, alright… I’ll help. But only if you answer something for me.

Zion (Not looking up):

Help first. Questions later.

Fang finally rolls off the bed, picking up a random shirt and folding it in the laziest way possible.

Fang (Casually):

How do you talk to a girl without sounding like an idiot?

Zion’s broom pauses mid-sweep. He looks up at Fang with narrowed eyes.

Zion:

Seriously?

Fang (Nodding, genuinely curious):

Yeah. I mean, you’re smooth. People actually like you.

Zion (Scoffing):

Barely.

Fang:

C’mon. You gotta teach me. I don’t wanna embarrass myself in front of Mayumi.

Zion sets the broom aside, crossing his arms.

Zion:

Fine. But you *will* clean while I explain.

Fang salutes dramatically.

Fang:

Yes, sir!

[Scene 3 – The Lesson]

As Fang folds (badly), Zion sits at the desk, scribbling “steps to not embarrass yourself” in his notebook.

Zion (Lecturing):

First, confidence. Don’t trip over your words. Compliment her—but don’t overdo it. And please, don’t stare at her like a weirdo.

Fang (Furrowing his brows):

I don’t stare like a weirdo.

Zion:

You totally do.

Fang groans, falling back onto the bed dramatically.

Fang:

This is harder than basketball.

Fang suddenly props himself up, grinning mischievously.

Fang:

Alright, let’s test it.

Zion (Blinking):

What?

Fang (Grinning wider):

Just pretend, dude. I need practice!

Zion hesitates, clearly regretting agreeing to this. But he sighs and leans back, arms crossed.

Zion:

Fine. Go ahead.

Fang stands up, rolling his shoulders and dramatically smoothing his hair.

Fang: (In a confident tone, copying Zion’s earlier advice

Hey, You look beautiful today. You always brighten up my day… and I like that about you.

...

The room falls silent.

Zion blinks, completely caught off guard by how smooth Fang sounded. His heart skips a beat before his brain processes what just happened. A faint blush creeps up his face.

Zion (Stammering):

Wha—Dude, you’re supposed to say that to her, not, me.

Fang (Laughing, clueless):

Did it sound good though? Be honest.

Zion (Trying to recover):

I—Yeah. It sounded fine. Whatever.

Fang smirks, leaning closer.

Fang:

You blushed. I saw that.

Zion (Turning away, flustered):

It’s "hot" in here, okay? Shut up and keep folding.

[Scene 4]