Dr. Sunshine Protector!-A rannett fanfic (modern au)

PROLOGUE

"I got rejected," Bennett announced as he let out a disappointed sigh the moment he stepped into the dorm. It was not like I had not expected that to happen, I just found it... more upsetting than I had expected.

"Aw, that sucks," A young lad with short teal hair paired with a jagged fringe commented, probably reading some article on the web as to why people would find carrots tasty or something. "What did she say? Tell me every detail. I wanna hear the drama," He sing-songed, moving his computer aside as he rested his chin on his intertwined hands.

His name is Xingqiu, also known as a total nerd that majored in Chinese language and literature. He's the son of an awfully famous billion dollar company, which only meant one thing—he's rich rich, yet decides to stay in this crappy dorm, his reason being that "he would have more opportunities to bully Chongyun by staying here".

He always never fails to get straight As for everything (except for physical education) and is the dream child of any Asian household, also the type of person to be outraged when someone gets the formula of titin incorrect. (I did, I mean, how is anyone capable of remembering the number of atoms titin has???). Not to mention, he has two distinctive speaking mannerisms, he'd be speaking like he was stuck in the 1600s, next thing you know, he'll be speaking like some girls that are gossiping.

"Uh..." He sat down on the chair at his desk, drumming his fingers on the table. "So, I bought her flowers."

"Uh-huh," Xingqiu nodded, genuinely interested in what Bennett was about to say.

"And then, while we're going on a stroll at the park, someone stole my bag and ran away with it."

"I can see that," Xingqiu pointed out. "I still don't get why you would bring a whole ass bag on a date, though."

"I told you it's for emergencies!"

"Continue." The teal haired paused to take a sip from his cup of coffee.

"Um, oh right, then a bird shat on me and I got hit by some five-year-old boy riding a tricycle at full speed. That boy then threw a tantrum in front of us which caught the attention of his parents who rushed over and gave me a whole lecture that reduced me into a broken record that was repeating the words 'I'm so sorry' over and over again." Bennett nodded, giving an awkward smile.

"Well, that's to be expected considering it's from someone like you with exceptionally terrible luck."

The unlucky lad blinked at the other, sighing, "...you can save the criticism for later."

"Haha, alright, alright," He chuckled softly. "Let me guess, you were interrupted by the wildest things that could have happened at the moment you tried confessing to her."

"Yeah, you know me so well that it's actually getting a little creepy..."

"Go on,"

"When I finally did so, she gave me a 'welp, I got myself caught in an awkward situation and I don't know what to say' kind of expression and that's when I knew that she was straight up going to just reject me,"

"So, as I previously asked you before you began telling me about this 'normal' day of yours—What did she say? Was it all nasty and heartbreaking?" He joked.

"It went something along the lines, 'I'm so, so, so sorry Bennett, but I just don't think I feel the same way...' and I think that that was just another way of saying 'you're way too unlucky and I'm afraid I'll get sick of your bad luck every day so I'm going to have to reject you'." He grunted, slamming his face down on his desk. "Barbara was my first love...she was the first person to make friends with me in primary school and it was already a miracle that she stayed with me till now alongside Fischl..."

"It's alright, Bennett. There's plenty of fish in the sea, maybe she's just not the right one for you," a blue-eyed male with light fluffy blue hair tried comforting the poor dejected boy.

The icy boy was his friend who went by the name of Chongyun. Majoring in Missions Missionary Studies and Missiology Major, something I was totally not expecting considering how he liked to ice skate. He's spice intolerant—so bad at handling it that the spiciest thing he can handle is half a bag of Pringles Scorchin' Crisps. In that matter of fact—that weakness being used to Xingqiu's advantage for the pranks he constantly played on the poor soul.

Him also being the best friend of his and the main subject of his endless teasing. Though he IS intolerant to spice, he somehow manages to tolerate the fiery hot antics of Xingqiu, get it? Uh, nevermind that. Although he can be quiet at times, he becomes unusually talkative when it comes to a selective group of people. His voice is surprisingly calming, like the subtle crashing of waves onto the sandy beach on a warm summer day.

"Yeah, except that I'm the grey whale in that sea of fishes all of them avoid," Bennett sighed.

"C'mon Bennett, you're only 20, which means you've only lived 39 percent of your whole life, given the average life expectancy of a human is 78," Xingqiu interjected.

"Your point?"

"My point is that there will be at least someone out there in this very small world that would love to date you, you know, if you believe in true love," he proceeded to type on the computer (probably a hate comment) before turning back to Bennett. "It could even be a male." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Oh, don't even start," Bennett brushed him off. "Well, at least I learned. Next time if I ever develop a crush, I'll never confess. Ever."