Just College

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Public relation class by 10:15am but Chaeryeong is with his note.

The class was initially set for 8:00am but Professor Hyukjae pushed it forward for some reason and although that was endearing, many students weren't happy with the shift because they all rushed to school to beat the 8:00am class schedule, only to be informed after settling down that the lecturer wasn't coming till minutes after 10.

Seungmin saw that as a good excuse to leave class and head for the lecture room Chaeryeong's department were in. That was his original plan but as he climbed the stairs, Chan swept up on him.

"Hyung", Seungmin called, staring up at the boy waiting for him on the corridor. "What are you doing here?", he stopped in front of him but few steps lower, Chan held his good hand and pulled him up the remaining stairs.

"Come with me", and he was dragging him down the corridor.

Seungmin wasn't settled by the sudden turn of events. "Hyung what is it?. Did I maybe do some_"

"No, you didn't", Chan assured, quickening his steps thus quickening the younger's.

If he didn't do anything wrong then maybe he is safe.

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Chan halted in front of an office door and Seungmin confusedly glanced the door up and down. Wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him, he did a double take. His anxiety heightened as he looked around the corridor and painfully realised the familiar setting that was stuck to his brain.

Call it a memory muscle or trauma, Seungmin tugged his hand out of Chan's, stepping back as he mustered all the glare left in his being. "What are we, no, why did you drag me here?"

Chan smiled, fixing his cap backwards. "You are needed inside there. Sorry in advance", he grabbed the boy quickly again, he almost believed he was flash, and turned the knob of the door, pushing the upset boy in gently before closing it with a click.

Have fun.

And he was sprinting in the opposite side they came from.

He had to inform the boys of this.

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Seungmin glared at the tightly shut door. He didn't want to face the man in the room. Why the fuck will Chan even drag, lure and trick him into Professor Eunkwang's office!.

Fuck.

Having no other choice but to accept his fate, Seungmin turned around, ready to take all the nags but faltered in place at the other party present in the room. "Eomma?"

What the fucking fuck Bang Chan?!.

The woman clad in luxurious, expensive brands from head to toe, smiled at her son. Setting her bag down on the table, she got on her feet, opening her arms. "Hi son", she called in the most cheeriest voice.

Seungmin felt a real bad migraine building up on him this morning. He covered his face with his hand, lowering his head and rethinking his life decisions. He had so many questions right now but first of all, "Eomma, what are you doing in here?", he looked up, catching his mother hugging herself instead since he didn't hug her.

She cleared her throat. "Mh!. I was on a meeting nearby, and decided to stop by"

"By 8:30am?!", Seungmin spread his hands out.