Just College

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A day with Seungmin's hand out of place, and the boys were already so done. He ordered and sent them around like he had salary to pay them at the end of his little break. If the other boys were complaining, his roommates will tell them not to even mention it. Theirs was worst. The way Jeongin would describe how he literally asked him to get his can of water which was directly next to him and open it, had his hyungs gasping for breath. At this rate, the boy was really adamant on getting transfered to a new dorm come September.

However, they couldn't stay mad for long or even complain much, since the boy was really the cutest being when hurt. When he wasn't ordering them around, he was cracking jokes with them or just staying to one side. He hasn't flipped any of them off since he got hurt and some people like Hyunjin and Minho, wanted him to stay in that bandage for a longer time. A bandage took all his savagity from him and they were living for it.

Jeongin sat at his desk, pen in between his teeth as he tried solving some questions on the assignment given to them at school today. Seungmin was sleeping softly on his bed and Jeongin being the only one in the room, had to divide his attention between watching out for the boy and focusing on his work.

He was babysitting now.

He tucked his hair away with two hair clips and got his pen out of his mouth, putting down the points he just searched up from a website. He made sure not to copy everything he saw though, since some professors were naturally against people who did that.

Two hours into his assignments, Seungmin groaned. "Oh hyung, are you coming to?", Jeongin asked, typing into the search engine again.

"I guess", his bones popped as he did a total dog like stretch on Jeongin's bed and dropped back on it. He drifted off again and Jeongin glanced at him. That was pretty much all he did today. He didn't attend lectures since he had none and just napped and napped.

His hand would heal at this rate.

"Jeongin"

"Yes?", the maknae replied, eyes on his system's screen.

"Have you maybe seen Daya for a while?. I don't know if she is alive"

"That's why there is technology and phones were created", the maknae said, picking his pen and putting down his new information on his laptop's screen into his book.

Right.

Seungmin turned around carefully. He would have made a snarky comeback on a norm but he didn't have the strength for that. He would have called her yesterday or the day before that, but the day before, was when he got himself injured and he was in so much pain, he forgot. Patting around blindly for his phone, he realised the gadget wasn't next to him. He let out a muffled groan into Jeongin's pillow. He had to get up to search for it himself. He didn't want to bother Jeongin, who looked so busy with that assignment.

Seungmin slowly got out of the boy's bed, making Jeongin glance at him. "Going somewhere?", he asked, looking back to his book.

"No. Just my phone", Seungmin replied, searching around his part of the room for the phone. He dropped in a squat, pulling his drawers out. He couldn't find it. "Did someone take my phone?"

"No. Who would do that?", Jeongin asked without glancing back. Just writing.

Seungmin straightened up, tapping his bed down but feeling nothing. He dragged himself over to Jisung's side, repeating the same action with his bed, still nothing. Okay, this was getting wild. He pulled the boy's drawers open, all with his left hand since the right was hurt, his phone, he didn't see but saw a familiar brown paper bag.