NCT Oneshots! (Requests closed for right now! Sorry!)

Perfume |:| DoJaeJung

That MV did something to me okay
and like that whole MV the only word I could think of for Doyoung was slut I'm sorry but that's gonna show here so—
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Basic premise;
Jungwoo is a college student at NEO University, Jaehyun is his history professor, and Doyoung is a bartender at the local club.
Jungwoo thinks life is too boring.
Jaehyun hates his job.
Doyoung thinks they're both hot idiots.
Category: idk judge for yourself at this point
Enjoy ;)
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"Pass me the notes again?"

A thin folder was tossed across the table. "I'm so sick of these assignments. They're not even educational."

Jungwoo glanced up, quirking a brow. "These assignments? For history?"

Jungwon nodded, yawning. "I swear I've learned all of this stuff in like ninth grade."

Jungwoo shakes his head. "You forget you're like—a certified genius, too. I'm sure that didn't help."

He shrugs. "It's just boring. There's no extra credit or anything."

Jungwoo sighs. "Then you'll get full scores, right?" He taps Jungwon's paper from across the table. "Let that be your motivation."

It was true that Professor Jung's assignments were rather lackluster, at least compared to the other teachers in the school, but that's not exactly something to complain about.

Jungwon nodded solemnly, and the rest of their study session passed in silence.

Jungwoo bade him farewell at nine thirty, beginning his treck back to his dorms, unable to hide his boredom the second his feet hit the damp concrete.

Each turn of the street felt like a carbon copy of the last—likely was, actually, because the construction of this campus was disgusting and clearly low budget—and his dorms felt like they were the most modern addition to the drowsy atmosphere.

Well, that and the bustling nightclub that kept the entire block awake all night. But Jungwoo liked to not think about that. As far as he was concerned, a bar didn't need flashy lights and ear shattering noise to make business. They just needed alcohol and hot people who could do quick math.

He hated that nightclub for all he was worth, because unless you are one of the party animals that lived in its walls and blacked out every night, you weren't getting good sleep. Especially not on weekends.

His roommates had something to say about that too, apparently, as Hyunjin nearly stampeded right over Jungwoo as he opened the door, screaming.

"Get your swEATY SOCKS away from my FACE TOWELS."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE FACE TOWELS?"

"FOR MY FACE YOU DEADWEIGHT."

Jungwoo just sighed, pushing past, and plopped himself into the corner of their couch, while Hyunjin yeeted himself back across the dorm to hide in the bathroom. Changbin wore the evil grin of a gremlin.

"He's just scared of socks now. Doesn't even matter if they're mine." He holds up the sock of his current victory, snickering childishly. "This was on his crusty foot."