"Now tell me why he left like that?" asked Han who was standing all fazed in the small living room? Or just a small space between the main two-room, still recovering for Seungmin leaving hurriedly.
"Before that, is he crushing on Hyunjin?" Minho asked as if they're still in middle school, with amusement laced in his voice.
"Um... I don't know how to answer that... They were a thing back in high school....then he disappeared."
"He disappeared? Just like that?" He was shocked how casually han mentioned that.
"Yeah, at least that's what I heard, I don't know though."
"And? Then he comes back and joins uni in the middle of a session?"
"He's.... Um... He's the son of the dean... So you can understand the rest. And back in school he used to score most in our batch, was quite a great kid."
"He's of your age? I thought he was younger!! "
"Aish hyung! What story do you hear? I told you na he wasn't here. "
"Oh.... Took me time to put things together....and...wait!.....on a second note, you didn't mention a year. "
He shrugged his shoulders.
"So..... Don't you hate him?", asked Minho, quite cautiously.
At that, Han raised an eyebrow as to ask 'why?'. Minho seemed to pick up on that.
"You know, Hyunjin.... "
"Hyunjin what!? "
"Yaah, I can be stupid, but not stupid enough not to notice that you like him! "
Han's eyes bulged out like he's a deer caught in headlights.
"Nah... You- you're imagining things, hyu-hyung", he replied, not quite looking at the one standing in front of him who's leaning against the door frame.
"Kay, whatever you say squirrel faced." The elder giggled, "So... Do you or do you not hate Seungmin?"
"I don't, rather he's the one I was talking about in the morning. The one I wanted you to tutor. "
"Oh that....", an idea came across his head, "That- That's a great thing that you reminded! Gosh, Han! I love you!"
"Huh! " Han made a funny face, not quite understanding what the other meant.
"Nothing.... Nothing! Thank you for that and have a good night! And he received a call so that may explain why he left, don't ask me anything else" He said as he turned to go into his room.
"You're not gonna eat? They went out to get pizzas. "
"Call me once they come back! ", and he turned again once more.
"Wait...Hyung, do you mind listening to something I'm working on? It's not complete yet and they haven't heard it yet but I'd like yo-"
"Say no more Hannie, let's go." He engulfed the happy little quokka in a side hug and went to Chan's rooms. Even though it drained him and he had more important things to do at the moment, Minho knew better than to ignore Han's request. He knew very well how it felt when you expect someone to see something and you feel comfortable enough to show that something to the other, especially if it's their own creation.
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The next day followed, again same as usual, he woke up to Chan shaking him.
"Breakfast on the table! Bye! "
He heard the main door close. Sitting up, he wiped his sleep away from his eyes and massaged his temple, remembering having food and drink and wasting time talking nonsense with the other three.
"Tch", he clicked his tongue, " You could've finished that portion of that chapter, Minho'ya". He scolded himself having wasted last night, hardly doing anything productive.
It was 9 and his classes didn't start until 10:30. He took it slow and dragged himself to the bathroom. Dumping his used clothes in a bucket, he got ready for a beautiful day, or that's what he wanted it to be.
He always craved some miracles to happen, something that would let him be himself or something that would actually change him into the person he pretends to be.
Just. Some. Freaking. Miracle.
But he knows, he knows he's stuck in this hellish kinda world and those miraculous things only happen in stories, movies and in the heads of people who seek comfort by making up their own little fairytale in their mind just before they go to bed.
He took a piece of bread in his mouth, the other in one hand and went out of the dorm, leaving the milk bottle untouched waiting on the table.
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A/N: I'm sorry for the slow progress in the story and the main ship. ╥﹏╥
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