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14. Scan My Thumbprint Cookies

Friday evening, Bobby found himself in Hanbin's dorm, the two eating pizza slices on the floor.

Through text, Bobby had mentioned that he had skipped dinner, and Hanbin didn't want the freshman to starve, so he offered for him to come over to his dorm and offered to order take out for them, which Bobby was happily enjoying right now.

He was grabbing his third slice of pepperoni pizza (Hanbin had ordered two boxes) and didn't even put it on his paper plate, shoving it straight to his mouth to take a big bite.

"God, I'm so glad it's the weekend." Hanbin yawned, grabbing another can of beer and popping it open. "A chance to sleep in before doing any more work, what could be more exciting than that."

Bobby chewed the pizza in his mouth quickly, swallowing while setting down the rest of the slice on his plate. "That's how you spend your weekends? But you're older!!"

"Pfft, that don't mean shit." Hanbin yawned, stretching out his legs that just moments prior were in a criss-crossed position. "Just focusing on my degree, you know? I've done everything already."

"Really?" Bobby set down his plate on the floor and sat up straighter. They were both eating on the ground, not caring about the beds in the room. Plus, easier to spread everything out that way. "I know you're upperclassmen but you're still right around my age, though."

Hanbin shrugged, taking a long sip of his beer. He had already drunk two cans during their time eating, but he had a good tolerance to alcohol. "Well, you know I didn't have a good time in high school-"

"Oh, right right," Bobby muttered. He picked up his pizza slice and took a miniscule bite, not meeting Hanbin's gaze. "I'm sorry-"

"It's okay, I don't mind talking about it." Hanbin set down his now-empty beer can, leaning his head back against his bed, closing his eyes. "It's alright."

Well, that was a lie. Hanbin wasn't a fan of talking about his past - friends, classmates, anyone. That shit was personal and he took it seriously. Doesn't help that it's all pretty recent, anyways.

But... for some reason, he found himself telling Bobby bits and pieces here and there. Even with him being a naive freshman who hasn't really gone through anything, Hanbin didn't see the harm.

Plus, any advice he gave the latter, despite his somewhat bratty personality, Bobby actually seemed to pay attention. So that was one good outcome out of all of this.

"I was honestly thinking of going out and seeing the city and going to a party and- and maybe tax fraud," Bobby trailed off. "That's how they show it in the movies, at least."

"Did you want to go out?" Hanbin pulled out his phone from his pocket, checking the time. It was only a little past ten, and on a Friday night, no less. Night was young and all that. "I know places that are open-"

"NO!" Bobby exclaimed, holding his hand out as if to stop Hanbin from doing anything. "I- I mean..."

Hanbin didn't interrupt, looking at Bobby as he waiting for the freshman to finish his sentence.

"I- I'm good here," Bobby finished, bringing his knees closer to his chest. "I like this better."

***

Si Cheng stood outside by the streetlight, checking his apple watch every thirty seconds. Where the hell was that bastard?

Yuta had asked him last minute if he wanted to go to a party off campus, and Si Cheng had said yes without any hesitation. So here he was, in his black leather pants and black tank top, looking around like a fucking idiot while he waited for Yuta to show up.