"Seventh Heaven_"

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Who has not fallen in love with Hanbin's smile yet?

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Hanbin's attention ebbed to the window on his right. The skies were a muted pink-orange, with the sunset in the distance being the main star of the show.

His fingers fiddled with a pastel-blue mechanical pencil—a gift given in the eleventh hour of his last birthday, by a friend no less.

"Hanbin-hyung!"

Speak of the devil...

Euiwoong's voice rang across the classroom. Following along with him was a calm yet meddling figure, Eunchan.

"And what're you doing here?" Hanbin flinched at the boisterous sound of Euiwoong's voice. The kid was always an overly dramatic ball of energy. Hanbin sometimes wondered how he had such a thorn on his side to become one of his closest intimates.

The senior glanced at the chipped pencil in his fingers, then back at his juniors with a light-hearted grimace. Euiwoong leaned forward against the front of Hanbin's table, while Eunchan meekly handed him a half-empty sandwich packet.

"Euiwoong..." Hanbin's voice interjected in the silence, completely disregarding the question beforehand. He folded his arms against his chest, shuffled in his seat, and practically glared up at the junior he thought held accounted for this 'crime'.

Euiwoong, on the other hand, had his mind purposely absent from the situation at hand. He leaned back against the backrest of the seat in front of Hanbin's desk, whistling to himself while his eyes struggled to maintain contact.

"Well, to be fair, Eunchan had half as well." Euiwoong mouthed out, feigning any guilt he had.

"And I was staaarvin', Sunbae! You have to understand! You wouldn't want me to starve, would you?" And there he was, playing the guilt card.

Euiwoong flared his nose, inclining his head in small, painfully conspicuous movements, almost trying to signal something to the soft-spoken individual in the most obvious-nonobvious manner possible.

"Actually, hyung. He was boasting on the way here about how you wouldn't get angry at him either way; he says you're soft and gullible enough to fall for his, er... 'teddy eyes'."

Too soft... Too gullible?

Hanbin rose from his seat, dragging the chair back against the tiled floor—the signal for Euiwoong to run. For his life.

All while Euiwoong was cornered by the 'soft' superior between the 3, Eunchan's signature laugh accompanied the cower in the foreground. The sound of joyous laughter and playful banter occupied the prime silence that was the classroom a couple minutes ago.

...

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・
♪ | I'm so danger, danger, so dangerous | ♫
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・

Hanbin felt the waves of music blast into his ears, lip-syncing to the lyrics as the song played.

In his hand, his fingers gripped lightly onto an intimidatingly lengthy play script. And by his door stood Hanbin's roommate of 2 years, Hyeongseop.

"Hyung, whatcha doing?" Hyeongseop paced towards Hanbin, peeking at the migraine-inducing staple of papers.

In truth, Hyeongseop was masking away some hidden trouble behind a smile. Like Lew, he was usually lively but waaay more tolerable. He was also the kind of person who wouldn't steal a certain someone's fruit sando if it didn't stare them straight in the eye.

"This. I have to memorise most of my lines before the next, next practice," Hanbin slammed the print against his desk, causing a sharp sound to echo across his bedroom.

"And that's by next week!" He then glanced up at Hyeongseop, almost with a pout of some sort. It was easy to assume Seop was the person of clear maturity in the situation.

Aww, what a cute look on his face...

Hanbin then pushed the hair back from his face, with a scowl now marring his countenance. Hyeongseop only leaned against his swivel chair, stepping foot on one of the chair's legs.

"Sucks to be lead actor, huh?" Hyeongseop propped his elbows against the backrest of Hanbin's spinny chair, skimming through the script and its dreaded contents. "Why'd you even volunteer in the first place?"

"I need it for my final grade," Hanbin reclined his seat, his head now resting right below Hyeongseop's chin. "Even if I'd rather die than do this shit."

The seniors' salmon-pink hair grazed against Hyeongseop's jawline, giving him some kind of tingly feeling that roused butterflies in his stomach and made his heart go pitter-patter.

( THUMP ) ( THUMP )

"Hyung, I have..." Hyeongseop swallowed the lump in his throat, scratching the nape of his neck as his eyes turned elsewhere. "I have something to say."

( THUMP ) ( THUMP )

"Mhm? What is it?" Hyeongseop couldn't get the words out. He couldn't focus, and that was an understatement itself.

( THUMP ) ( THUMP ) ( THUMP )

"Well, err... I-"

'Ding-Dong!'