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Heeseung is woken up by a loud beeping noise. He grunts as he opens his eyes and closed his alarm.

Turning on his back, he lays staring at the bed above him, mind blank and tired. He didn't get any sleep at all last night.

"Ugh." Groaning as he got up, Heeseung made his way to the bathroom where Keeho was doing his makeup and fixing his hair.

"Isn't it 6? Why are you awake so early?" The younger asks, taking his toothbrush and placing it in his mouth.

"My dad is trying to set me up with another girl. I have to meet with her early today." The Canadian rolled his eyes. His parents were always trying to set him up with some rich girl.

"Damn." Heeseung mumbles through his toothbrush before spitting out the toothpaste and washing it off.

"I'll see you at night!" Keeho bid farewell after putting on his shoes and leaving the dorm.

After he left, Heeseung took out a fresh pair of clothes and got ready to tutor another student.

Yeah, tutor.

Heeseung never wanted to be one, but he was told it would raise his math grades which he was almost failing. So, he agreed to it and has been tutoring failing students ever since.

The new guy he's tutoring is named Park Jongseong, or something like that. He doesn't remember clearly.

Heeseung put on his contacts and grabbed his bag as he walked to the bus stop near the dormitories.

The student enters the bus and plays on his phone until it stops at the college campus building. When it arrives, he shoves his phone in his pocket and grabs in bag as he exit the bus.

It was early in the morning, so not many students were there. The campus was mostly full of professors and some students who needed tutoring or student volunteers.

"Heeseung! You're here early." The aforementioned boy turns his head to whoever called his name. Much to his dismay, it was the head teacher. The very person who forced him into tutoring in the first place.

"Good morning, Mrs. Kim." He bowed politely and forced a smile when the older woman ruffled his hair. Or ruin, rather.

"Good morning to you too. Are you ready to meet your student? I bet you'll get along really well. He's sophomore." She flashed him a sickly sweet smile and walked him to an empty classroom where his tutor sessions are usually held.

The teacher opens the door for him and Heeseung peaks his head inside before entering the room, looking at his new student.

On a chair, was a boy with light blonde hair with faded red at the ends. He was clad in an all black outfit that looked more expensive than Heeseung's tuition and dorm fee combined.

"You two get along now! I've got somewhere to be." She waved goodbye and closed the door, heels clicking from outside.

Heeseung walks over and sits across the boy who had was looking everywhere but him.

"My name is Lee Heeseung, born 2001, and I'm a senior here. What about you?" He asked to get the boy's attention.

"Park Jongseong, but I prefer is people called me Jay. I'm born 2002, and I'm a sophomore." The boy, Jay, introduced.

Heeseung let himself examine the younger. He seemed so familiar, but the senior couldn't put a finger on as to why he looked so familiar.

"Uh, are we gonna start? You've been staring at me for a while. Is something wrong?" Jay asks, taking Heeseung out of trance.

"N-No! Everything's fine, it's just..."

The younger looks at him expectedly, wondering what he was going to say.

"You know what, nevermind. Let's just start already."

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