Square Knots

Chapter 2

We finally brought you the 2nd chapter! It has been decades since we updated. It's a pity that our schedules won't collide because of school and personal stuffs. We hope you understand and . . . we understand if you guys won't stick with us after our shortcomings.

But anyway, have fun reading this chapter!

Length: 1349 words

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The guy with dark circles under his eyes, which he claimed to be inborn and healthy, approached the tallest guy in the group. "Hyung, want some?" Huang Zitao held up a beer can of Cass.

He smirked at the younger lad and patted his shoulder, "No thanks, Tao. I'll drive us all home so I can't drink. Next time," his name is Wu Yifan, known as the Cold City Guy in the campus but when you'll get to know him, he has the warmest heart.

"Hyung, just have one. C'mon!" He pushed the can towards him, trying to convince the lad to have some fun at this moment, but he was turned down by him the second time around.

Eunbi walked towards him, while the others have fun in their own circles, laughing with their schoolmates, classmates, hoobaes, and sunbaes. She smiled at him and offered a glass of punch, "You won't get drunk by this, right?"

He smiled back and accepted the glass, "Thanks," tapping her head. "Why don't you join them?"

"Nah! They don't need me in the circle," she took a gulp then looked up at him, "Why you don't want me here?"

Yifan chuckled, "Ani, that's not what I mean."

"Truth was, my feet sore because the heels," she finally blurted out, hissing while massaging the back of her leg.

"You could've just worn flats, you know? I mean, you don't need to be so conscious about your height to be compared to other girls." He laughed a little, knowing she doesn't want to hear anything about height and the like. Receiving death glares from her, he said, "Peace out, Eunbi. You know how much I like your small height, right?"

"Yah!" She exclaimed and twisted his ear. Yifan could only plead to release his poor ear from being twisted more.

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Seven boys in there identical clothes, a group outfit, lined up horizontally in front of the university dean; while five other boys in casual clothes were standing beside them. They differ in clothes and the group they belong but one is similar in them, all are bruised either on their eye, on the cheek, and on or beside their lips.

"Now, tell me. What happened?" The dean asked them; in the most relax way he could deliver the question, trying not to blow up in front of the students.

Both group stated their own side in chorus, making him confuse to whom he should listen first. "Do not answer in chorus!" He held his hands up in the air. They all became quiet and he sighed, pointing at the leader of the seven boys.

"It was them who started it all, Mr. Kang. If they didn't intrude us in our practice, none of this would happen." Im Jaebeom, the guy who was appointed to speak and their leader spoke.

The five boys hissed as the guy in the center stated, "It was your damn fault. You think we would let you pass and dance for the upcoming Hip-Hop Dance Competition just because you forged the signature?"

"You what?" Mr. Kang cut off, standing from his seat as he banged his hands on his table.

The blonde headed guy cracked his knuckles, ready to punch the hell out of the five guys. Wang Jackson is his name, one of the most experienced in fights in the group. He was a hot-tempered man especially on things like this.

"No, you'll just make things worse." Park Jinyoung, also addressed as Junior, held his clenched hand. He's one of the relaxed guys in the group, quite Jackson's opposite.

"You may leave," the dean told the five others. They turned their backs when he spoke again, "But we will talk again later." They nodded before they hurriedly went out of the broiling room. He inhaled, trying to relax his nerves before sitting back on his swivel chair. "Now, tell me, is that true?"

Jaebeom looked straight in his eyes and admitted the fault on them, "Yes." He bit his lip before continuing, "It was all because we wanted to dance for the university, Sir. We would want to stand on stage for the school." He paused for a while, sighing, and "I know forging your signature was wrong but that's all we could think about for that dream to come true. After all our bad records, we know you wouldn't let us represent the university."

"And you didn't think about the consequence about this matter? I've warned you that if you did something reckless again, you're kicked out from this university!"

"But Sir--"

"Thats it!" He cut him off, "I had enough! You all are no longer students of this college! Go find a school that will tolerate you, if ever there is." He sighed exasperatedly, slumping on his swivel chair, "You all may leave now."

"We apologize, Sir." Jinyoung mumbled.

The boys walked out with frustration on their faces. Jaebeom sighed and left the group, feeling unsettled with what just happened.

"Do you think we can survive in the other college, hyung?" The youngest spoke looking at his brothers in concern.

"We will, Yugyeom, I know we will..." Jinyoung pat his back with a smile on his face. "We should find Jaebeom and get our stuffs before the dean scold us again," he showed him a small smile.

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The heavy bag strapped around her shoulders restricts her from speeding up but she had to run off the campus towards her professor's building to meet the deadline of the project. She slowed down for a while when she ran out of breath, looking at her smartwatch, "9:25," she read.

Having fun riding his wheelman skateboard in the large university, he increased its velocity. He touched the button of his wireless bluetooth headphones, attempting to change the music, as he grinned at those girls who got his attention. Then when he went to look his way, "Ya! Move aside!"

Eunbi looked to the side but it was too late to move aside as what he screamed. The wind blew her skirt and she fall down on her knees, her documents which were only put in a folder with no fastener scattered.

He pulled the break and stopped a meter away from her. "Oh damn," he hissed under his breath as he took off his jacket to cover her exposed legs. "Geez, I'm sorry. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I guess I am," she smiled, holding the jacket up her legs before collecting her things. She gathered herself up, handing the jacket back, "I have to go," and bowed at him before walking away.

He followed her and saw that she was having a hard time walking. He cursed under his breath for causing another trouble. "Hey! Wait!" But she didn't look back to him, he got his skateboard and placed it aside the roadway, and then made his way to her.

"Hurry, hurry," she was mumbling to herself, staring at the down arrow of the elevator.

"Hey, student," he called again when the elevator ding-ed open and she proceeded inside. He dashed off to catch up the elevator, blocking his hand between the doors. It slid open, "Hi," he said, stepping in.

She bowed a little, "Hello."

He looked down her legs, not in a negative way though, it was because her wounded knee got his attention. "You got your knee scraped."

"Huh?" Then she looked down and saw it for herself. "Oh, that's why I had difficulty running," she muttered.

He chuckled, "I'm sorry about a while ago." He stuck his hand out, "I'm Kim Yugyeom, and you are?"

The elevator opened, sending her to the floor level to where her professor is. "I've got to go; I really need to meet my deadline."

He was left behind twice today but this time was kind of embarrassing because he was left with his hand stuck out for a handshake. He closed his hand, snickering, looking at her back that was slowly disappearing as the doors slid close. "It's nice to meet you," he said then pushed the button to ground floor.