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[ ▪ kwon soonyoung ▪ ]

  "jun, can i borrow your glasses now? i forgot my contacts in my room."  soonyoung heard jihoon ask jun. he rolled his eyes and tried to focus on what the teacher was discussing. it's about geometrical figures that's somehow related to architecture. soonyoung took his notebook from his bag and continued to listen to his professor. he opened his notebook and drew the geometrical figures that's written on the whiteboard. professor park stopped his lecture and "ended" his class with a seatwork.

   "get one sheet of oslo paper and draw these figures by using the step by step method i gave you last two hours. you have one hour to do this. if you're done, kindly submit it to me." professor park said, smiling at his class. he wasn't the adored teacher, but he's really kind unlike most collage teachers pledis university has.

  the whole class groaned and looked at jihoon and jun who had oslo paper with them. soonyoung secretly took out his oslo paper from his bag without fail.

  or so he thought.

  "hey! soonyoung's got paper too!" his classmate yelled as the students held out their hands to him. as much as soonyoung wants to say no, he couldn't. why? he just couldn't. a lot of people also held out their hands to jihoon and jun, causing them to run out of paper. they didn't save any because they didn't know their classmates were perfectionists as well. jun kind of knew, but he forgot.

  "uh, soons?" jun called out to soonyoung. soonyoung looked back at him and jun smiled awkwardly. jihoon waved slightly. both asked in unison. "could we get a pair-?" soonyoung nodded and gave them both. "alright, thanks." jun thanked soonyoung and recieved a souless "you're welcome.". wonwoo also had paper but the class knew he wouldn't give any. he's jeon wonwoo. the school council president. the class always thought of him as the "ferocious fox". every seventeen members had nicknames from different section and grades. in wonwoo's case, it would all be similar. he didn't mind though,his classmates adored him. and he liked the fox nickname. he finds it cute. some even calls him mr. beanie. he used to wear beanies whenever there's an event or fridays. he stopped because mingyu and his friends teased him a lot.

  after drawing their geometric figure, they passed their drawings on the table that professor's park been sleeping on. he woke up and sounded drunk. "class dis..missed." he managed to say before going back to his faculty room for sleep.

  "wonu! soons!"  jun yelled their names before going out. "practice. in the practice room at the fourth floor. i'll just tell jihoon everything about our group and show him where he needs to work on." jun formally said. "can i do that instead?" soonyoung sharply said. "do what? introducing jihoon to our group?" jun asks soonyoung, which made the purple haired boy nod. "is it okay, jihoon?" jun asks jihoon. he didn't answer and stared at soonyoung. jun didn't wait for an answer, he simply messed with jihoon's hair and walked upstairs with wonwoo.

  the two males walked to the fifth floor. only groups were allowed to go there, it was where they record songs, produce songs, practice choreography and practice vocals and rapping. soonyoung silently explained each room's purpose without any tone or feelings in his voice. jihoon just nodded and looked around each room.

  once they were done looking around, silence surrounded the two. it lasted for a few minutes. it was really awkward and neither wanted to talk.

   or maybe not.

"jihoon, stop doing that." soonyoung broke the silence, the atmosphere was heavier than earlier. jihoon looks at him, confused. "stop what?" jihoon asks soonyoung. "playing with me." soonyoung whispered, but jihoon did not hear what he whispered. "could you please repeat? i didn't hear." jihoon politely asks soonyoung. "nothing. just do whatever you want. we can go downstairs now and practice." soonyoung started walking as jihoon follows.

  "congratulations and i'm sorry again."  soonyoung softly said. the last four words were unaudible to jihoon's ear but he thanked the older.

   "you really need to stop."

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