Very Unlikely (Seongjoong)

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A/N. Before starting the story. I would like all of you to quickly go over the warnings for this book. I do not want anyone getting triggered on my watch 💜
⚠️ WARNING⚠️
This book will contain:
Mentions, as well as the act of SH.
Su!c!d@l thoughts.
Depression.
S3xu@l @ssult.
And lastly smut.
⚠️I WILL GIVE SEPARATE TWS FOR THE CHAPTERS CONTAINING ANY OF THE UPPER MENTIONS ⚠️
If you're uncomfortable with any of these topics, this is probably not the book for you!
This is also all unedited! So please ignore the typos. I'll edit later lol.

(Editing as of sep22. Please point out anything I miss!)

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Seonghwa was sitting in the library. Currently hand writing the outline for the paper he had due next week.

He didn't mind school as much as others did.

It was a distraction.

A needed distraction.

The research he had done for this paper had been extensive. He worked diligently in order to get the grade he hoped for.

An A

The grades brought him a sense of accomplishment each time he received the 100% he waited for on each assignmentassignment.

The only sound heard in the library was his pencil scraping the paper as he wrote, his own gentle breathing, and the occasional footsteps the walked the halls outside.

It was about 11 o'clock at night. He knew his roommate would be here any minute looking for him.

"Seonghwa!"

Just as suspected. He turned to his friend.

"What's up Jongho?"

Seonghwa watched the red haired boy jog up to him. Before sitting heavily on the chair opposite to Seonghwa.

Jongho started staking the books that were scattered about the table.

"you ready to head back to the dorm? You've been here for fuckin' ever."
Jongho stated. A look of concern resting in his eyes.

As it tended to.

The boy always worried for Seonghwa. Jongho has always been the one to drag Seonghwa away from his schoolwork, which was definitely needed at points.

Though it annoyed Seonghwa. He loved the red head.

He needed someone like Jongho, everyone did if he were honest.

"Yeah. Let me just finish this, and than I have to-"
Seonghwa was abruptly cut off by Jongho closing his notebook for him.

"No Hwa. You've been at this for hours. The paper's not even due yet."
Jongho said, standing from his chair, collecting the books he knew were Seonghwa's.

Seonghwa did the same.

Angrily.

But he did it. Tossing his notebooks and pencils into his backpack. Collecting more books to carry with him.