/ˈpetrīˌkôr/
: the pleasant smell of earth after it rains
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"Do you like Byeol?"
Seungcheol threw him a disgusted look, slapping the back of his head. "T-that's like liking a- a sister! Hell nah!"
"Okay..." Jeonghan looked down, aw...
"Exactly!" The tall boy whined, banging (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) his head on the table. The group of boys, namely being Chan and all of his friends minus Seungcheol, were currently answering their exercise test in the university library.
Seungkwan groaned beside Mingyu, resting his upper body on Mingyu's back. "It's the first day of Hallo-week and the first thing we have to do is study. I could be playing basketball or shopping or whatnot but instead I'm in the library. Studying."
"Right?! Personally, I call that unfair." Mingyu agreed, shooting his head up to face Seungkwan. Since the latter was leaning on him, Mingyu's big head hit Seungkwan's.
"KIM MINGYU-!"
"Quiet down, guys. We're in the library. Speaking of unfair, every studentin this library is studying, voluntarily, because it's asynchronous classes and you call that unfair?" Jeonghan directed his statement at Mingyu, who pouted and started fumbling with the corners of his paw patrol notebook. Jeonghan then averted his gaze at Seungkwan. "And you, stop gambling credit cards with Jun and Minghao! You're being a bad influence."
Seungkwan, who was rolled up into a ball on his chair and clutching his forehead, glared at Jeonghan. "Tch, hypocrite. You're turning a blind eye at Chan! He's literally playing Nintendo with Soonyoung-hyung!"
Jisoo slapped the back of Seungkwan's head from the other table, since not all of them could fit on one. "Just answer the damn paper, or I'll tell your dad to freeze your credit card." He threatened the freshman. Seungkwan rolled his eyes, resting against his chair to eye Jisoo from the side.
"I still have a black card, you know-"
"I can also tell your dad to take that away-"
"Stop flexing, rich kids." Wonwoo grumbled, flipping his paper so none of his friends could take a peek at it. Chan copied his actions, not knowing what to do with his own finished paper. "Goodjob, Chan." Jeonghan patted the boy's fluffy dark hair, to which Chan leaned against his hand.
After a few more hours in the air-conditioned library, the rest of the boys finished their exercise paper, a couple used tissues scattered around the two tables from all the unnecessary crying by Seungkwan and Mingyu that occured over time.
