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@Kang Seungyoon ~Senior~ He was putting up a whole damn show and Seunghoon had a free ticket in the front damn row, so close he could almost taste those small droplets of water slipping past those damned big and sultry lips, he hates to admit it to himself, but there’s no point in denying the beauty before him.
He rolls his eyes and scoffs a quiet laughter as he crosses his arms against his chest .

“Okay, okay Mrs. Aurora, I’m sorry but how would I know you’re not just a flat girl”

He grins widely and stands up, walks a couple steps, in frnot of the side of the table, the same side facing your couch, arms still crossed sternly but he flies hit right leg in between your own legs, the tip of his shoe digging into the fabric of couch and pressing closer to your crotch by each passing second.
“Oh if you’re gonna be a little to your hyung, I’m going to annoy the crap out of you. What will you do, princess?”

@Lee Seunghoon ~Senior~ He was already on the way to dreamland. He had not even bothered to remember there was someone else in the room, that was till he felt the small hit of something against his head and it did not really take a genius to know what it was. He released a frustrated groan, a deep exhale to hold his temper in check before remaining silence, contemplating on whether he should bother replying to the boy or not. well he was thirsty anyway, so might s well get the question out of the way. Pushing himself up in the sitting position; he brushed his thumb against his thick dried up lips, reaching towards his bag to take the bottle of water out, pulling the cap off and taking it down in a few gulps till his dried lips were wet, glistening with a touch of water. He lazily threw a look at the man, eyebrow arched up, as if he was silently judging him when in case, there was nothing on his mind except a slight annoying bug called annoyance which he fully blamed the man before him for.

"You call me sleeping beauty then ask for a name? sleeping beauty was called aurora just so you know, that aside, it was a she not a he"

This was quite unnecessary, but if the man was gonna annoy him then who was he to not return the favor. "why do you even wanna know?" he whispers. He did not care about the boy knowing his name- he did not even care and so he allowed his back to fall back into the softness of the couch, eyes falling closed to let the exhaustion crawl beneath his eyelids once more. Knowing the man was not gonna stop bother him, it was better to just get it over with. "seungyoon, now are you gonna annoy me till i get angry or are you gonna let me sleep?"

@Kang Seungyoon ~Senior~ "What makes you think I'm going to do any of these? Why the hell would I listen to you -" He whined loudly as he got pushed away, a visible pout tugging at his lips as he sits back down on the old, wooden chair, his legs soon making their way on top of the table, eyebrows coming together into a soft frown as he glares quietly at the stubborn man before him. Never in his life has he ever met someone who would step over his words and yet there lays this nobody, before him, with his cheap, normal looking clothes daring to touch him like that. However he has to give it to the kid for his masculine, rough but elegant scent, it's definitely a classic unlike his own Versace perfume, but it suits him all too damn well, it swells and twirls inside Seunghoon's blood cells and his tempted brain automatically asks for more like he just tasted his favourite vanilla ice cream on a hot, hot summer day. And his eyes are as expressive as a five years old child, he might want to hide it all in the back of those creamy brown, deer eyes but the rage is explosive and so readable- or maybe it's just Seunghoon who understands his situation all too well. With each second he feels more and more trapped, not that he would show any signs of that, but with each glance he takes he finds more things to fall for in this stranger of a guy; like his perfect frame, not too short and not too tall, slim but not skinny, his plush-like lips.. damn what a beauty.
He clicks his tongue, smirks, his feline eyes focused, this might be the fun he has been looking for since forever .


He picks up his backpack and takes out one of his notebooks, his cigarettes forgotten on the edge of the table, he rips out one empty page and crumbles it, a wide grin already stretching his thin lips even before the said piece of paper meets the younger looking boy's head .
" Okay sleeping beauty, what's your name? " He plays with his words, eyebrows arched in expectation.

@Lee Seunghoon ~Senior~ With the environment he grew up in, he learned many things well, and that was no allowing anyone to order him around the way they wished to. If the man thought he was scary, he was wrong cause with each passing second he was starting to look a bit dumber than the last one, and Seungyoon could only watch in amusement at his attempt of being too cool of this school, or whatever along those lines people seemed to have in their brains. He could small the cigar off him the moment he sat beside him. His eyebrow pulled up into a perfect arch, the close proximity made him feel a bit tense. He was not the most skinshippy guy one could find in the whole campus and he could only blame his past for that, the past he still was having a hard time dealing with.

"if we are sharing the room, one, your needs to sign up for this class, two, this is my couch, i brought it in here so go choose your own couch, three, no smoking, if you are so smart you'd know the rooftop's garden is empty enough for that " His voice was stern, authority falling off the tone of his voice. He was not having this, hell no was his brat ordering him around. Now he was not usually a judging person, but people were what they showed, and the boy was showing nothing but a stubborn childish attitude at the moment, as if he was trying to piss him off but god damn Seungyoon had a grip.
For now.

He gripped the man's shoulder, pushing him away before stretching himself all over the couch o take up most of the space, body arching into the soft texture beneath before he was pulling a light, small and neatly folded blanket out of his bag, pulling the fabric over him and allowing his eyes to fall closed. God, he needed some peace, he did not need to be disturbed like this. All he needed was a couple hours of sleep or else he would turn cranky- more than he already was. The guy was just lucky enough to find him in his crankiest moment.

"by the way, dont say nerd as if its an insult, its not" he whispered, a soft chuckle bubbling out, eyes remaining closed- but his mind was daring the man to make more sounds- then, they would have a big problem.

@Kang Seungyoon ~Senior~ His figure is shaking. It’s a kind of feeling he doesn’t even know how to describe, he’s never had to deal with this type of behaviour before, maybe sometimes with Jinwoo, but jinwoo is his best friend and this guy.. this guy just has a death wish probably. His left eye is twitching, his fingers also, grasping at the air where his old, sick lover used to be, forming into a fist which he slams gently against the table as if this is a challenge he’s taking upon himself to keep himself as steady looking as the other.

He sighs. Being unfairly judged is nothing new to him, especially since he didn’t try to seem any better than he looked, but it’s a pity. He walks to the door and smashes it loudly with his foot. Turns around to lean against it with his back, hands dig deeply in his pockets to reach out for another cigarette.
“Listen, nerd, you’re smarter than this, you’re either leaving, either sharing the room with me.”

He clicks on his tongue, feline cats curling into what he believes is turning into victory; the boy is undoubtedly gorgeous but his stubbornness Makes his blood boil, he is used to people bending to his words like water, he only knows how to control, can only understand the concept of him overpowering others.
His steps are heavy against the floor as he walks towards the couch his new ‘friend’ seems to be stuck on to, laying himself down right against the other, as he sticks out his lucky charm of a lighter;
“You see, a rich brat like me doesn’t accept being ordered around”

@Lee Seunghoon ~Senior~ Now, Seungyoon was usually a very calm and patient man, but it heavily depended on what was at the stake. If there was one thing in the whole god damn world he was sensitive about, it was books. people called him a bookworm and he never took it as in insult. His eyes followed the man's movement. He looked like a brat, and from his clothes alone and the cigar he was smoking, he could only guess the man was another rich brat thinking he was too cool for school. Kang Seungyoon has read enough about people to be able to judge them just a bit. He preferred to not, but it also heavily depended on whether someone tried to press on all his buttons or not.

And the man had managed to slowly grip the strings of self control he had and tug on them ing hard.

The nasty puff of air had his eyes closing, a soft cough spilling past his lips, nose scrunching up in disgust and teeth sinking into the plush bottom lip of his. It took him a second to regain his composure, taking a step; back to avoid the nasty smell and the close proximity of the man before allowing his eyes to trail after his legs, thick eyebrows pulled into a frown with dark irises shinning with threatening curiosity.
Oh oh, no he did not.
Taking relaxed steps towards the man, he took the book and slowly dusted away the ashes before turning to look at the man in the eye. There was anger, but it was concealed, he was just too good at controling himself- unlike his mother. He snatched the rest of the cigar out of the man's hand before throwing it out of the window, widening its door further to get rid of the disgusting smell before returning to the book with a tissue in his hold, gently wiping away the dust that had gathered there. They were mostly so busy reading they didnt have much time to clean, and it didn't help that the janitor only cleaned this room every two weeks. He took a look at the man and released an amused chuckle. "I guess i cant expect more than THIS kind of treatment out of a useless rich brat" He pointed his finger up and down, shamelessly and bluntly judging the man before going to the door, leaving it open just to plop down on his favorite sofa, clean unlike the rest of the room.
"see yourself out"

@Kang Seungyoon ~Senior~ []LOOK AT YOURSELF :<


His eyes flung open, limbs thrown up and down in surprise, he almost fell off of the chair as the door opened, standing in front of him this scrunched up-faced stranger, that meant no good. He breathes out a long trail of smoke and thoughts, his eyelids hanging low,covering his dark, dilated pupils. This new guy's voice sounds as beautiful as it is annoying, and his attitude irks something in the back of Seunghoon's mind, it's neither like one of a teacher or Jinwoo's, he's not completely scared of the threat nor does it find it funny, its mildly annoying maybe. But Gosh..he really couldn't be bothered at this very moment..he really did not need this.

"Look dude, I didn't know this place was still used." he takes another full inhale of the bitter taste with sparkling eyes laid all over his new opponent, puffs the air out right as he crosses the space between his seat and the slightly shorter male, right into the boy's face. Grinning as he does,
"Look at this place.." He continue walking around the other male without wasting a second, walking past by the tall bookshelves and runs one finger across the dusty edge before turning back to the other with a clear face of disgust.
"You're telling me there's actual people coming in here to.. study or whatever you guys do" He rolls his eyes as if the mocking tone in his voice wasn't crossing enough lines, taps his cigarette's ash on top of one particularly thick looking book that's laid open yet faced down on top of the table and rises one eyebrow.
"Sorry kid, but I'm taking the room for today, go read a book home."

@Lee Seunghoon ~Senior~ [] holy shet you have no length control, calm d o w n


He was exhausted, maybe that would be an understatement to actually fully explain what he was feeling right now, but one thing for sure was the fact that he was falling sleep in the creative writing class and he knew his professor was not gonna appreciate it, not that he cared. He knew the professor was annoyed with him cause no matter how many times he had managed to fall sleep during class, the writings he had delivered had been more than good enough for the teacher to shut and not complain. The god damn project of his morning class was he reason of his exhaustion. Because of work and the amount of projects and writing assignments he had, he could not help but end up procrastinating which always bit him in the . He could usually manage to stay awake for a night or two, but three nights was just too much, and he here he was, finally knocking out on his table atop of his book. he could hear the professor raise her voice to grab the attention, but he was too far gone to actually stay awake.

He got a good 40 minutes before the class was dismissed and he lazily threw everything he had inside his bagpack and pulled himself out of the room. His phone vibrated in his phone, the familiar contact appearing on his cellphone making him release a chuckle. He pulled the phone up and pressed it against his ear, almost immediately bursting out into a laughter. "/you ! why didn't you wake me up i almost missed my class!/"

"i did call you, but im not gonna ing wake your up when you throw me the middle finger, blame your own , i told you to not ing sleep last night"

The man was a close friend of his, one of the very selective people Seungyoon could actually put up with. The conversation was short, the male cursing him with Yoon simply laughing at the man's misery before his feet was slowly walking towards the familiar route of the book club. He had three hours before his next class and he was gonna make sure he would get as much sleep as he possibly could. The book club was on the other side of the building, probably one of the most quitest spots in the whole place, plus only the members came in and they were probably the most quite people on the whole god damn earth, specially Jiyeon who would slice anyone that bothered her when she was reading. The girl got lost in the pictures and imaginations the book offered and disturbing that was asking for death. But Yoon knew today the place would be empty and god, he could not wait to crash on the creamy colored sofa in the corner of the room.

When he reached the familiar room; he almost immediately knew someone was in there. His finger tightened around his bagpack cause god no he did not have time for random people today considering how he knew the bool club members were not available. He gripped the handle, pushing the door open just to be hit with a nasty smell of cigar burning his nostrils, pulling out a soft cough from him. "what the...."he squinted, staring at the intruder who surely was not the bookclub member. He knew every one of them. He closed the door behind him, waving his hand infront of him to get rid of the smell before throwing his back on the couch, both hands crossing across his chest with a frown visible on his forehead.

"this is the book club not the smoking room, you get proceed to get your outta here and smoke outside. i don't appreciate this nasty smell in here"

@Kang Seungyoon ~Senior~ Lee Seunghoon ~Senior~ 2 minutes ago Reply
@Kang Seungyoon ~Senior~ Jinwoo is right, he probably shouldn't smoke as much as he does, well Jinwoo said he shouldn't smoke at all but that's 'never going to happen' as he remembers he exclaimed the last time his best friend caught him smoking in the bathroom and tore up his brand new packet of cigars. Stupid. First because that means nothing for someone like him, it's not like he spent his money for it and second because without normal cigarettes Seunghoon had to just roll up some weed instead which ' is in no way any better' Jinwoo sighed, regretting even trying to help his younger friend.
" Go home without me " The taller of the two yelps out as he accidentally burns his own thumb whilst playing with his gold gun shaped lighter. Jinwoo doesn't say anything at first, crosses his arms against his chest and squints his eyes so hard Seunghoon believes he actually formed holes in his head. They walk quietly for another 5 minutes but when Seunghoon turns around the corner instead of keeping it straight and out of the building, Jinwoo's patience reaches a limit; with furrowed eyebrows he looks at the other fidgeting around in his shoulder bag.
"Your classes are over, if you're going to go smoke that's up to you but can't you at least leave the place first? If you'll get caught-"
" If. But i never do, hyung. Come on now, you know I'm always careful. I can't get out without being recognised of someone who either knows my mom or my dad. I'll see you tomorrow, oh and if any of my parents ask-"
" You are doing some extra work, yada yada, I know. I got it."

Jinwoo is a saviour, a true friend, an angel, someone Seunghoon has never felt worthy of, and yet lucky enough to have. As one of the top students, Jinwoo helped him get out of trouble maybe a little too many times, Seunghoon is smart too, one of the brightest minds in the Universities, a true talent, but a troublesome child all together . He doesn't mean to, but he believes it's in his blood. With a mafia head father and a spoiled Ceo's daughter for a mother and them split up, he doesn't find the will to put the blame on himself for his behaviours. He tried to change, going around, shoving his CV down people's throats trying to find a job for himself and learn how to be responsible, when really the biggest responsibility he's ever had has been taking care of his precious dog. But that he's doing great ! However that wasn't enough to convince people to hire him and dropping hints about his parents fame wouldn't have helped for sure. He knows, he tried it once. And the guy started trembling like a skeleton at a dog's birthday party, said he'd call him later and...it never happened. And then when he finally did get a job as a barista helper he gave up after breaking so many glasses his one month salary wouldn't cover up. He sighs deeply, loudly, helplessly as he kicks open the shiny brown door. Coughs at the dusty smell of old books and yelps as one particularly heavy book falls right on his head from one high up shelf when he stubbornly pulls on the handle of the window and tries to at least crack it open but end up with a thud of his own body slamming against the cold floor and, as said before, a huge, heavy ' antic creatures..something' book splitting his brain in half on the inside.
"AISH why are they still keeping these things in here " He huffs at himself with an unwilling pout tugging at his lips as he stands up, brushing his clothes, he rolls his eyes, whatever, he doesn't have to open the window.
This time he sits on one of the old, wooden chairs, his lighter fires a dim light as it burns the end of his cigarette. Closed eyes and disappearing frown, a cloud of worries turning into nothing, not a rainbow but at least not a storm either.This room he's never been in before but the teachers keep finding him everywhere else and he heard about one abandoned book club room hidden somewhere deep in the back of the library room. It was slightly chill in there but it wouldn't bother him, he's alone and free to not be anything, free to not have to rise to any type of expectations, even if it's for just as long as his cigars would burn, he's free.




[WOW i took forever to write this ty , ocishdicfunawcmao kick me i got distracted watching :))) ]

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