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𝐈－𝐏 𝐑 𝐎 𝐋 𝐎 𝐆 𝐔 𝐄

College always scared Yeosang. More than high school. After years of joking around and being careless, you found yourself catapulted in the world of the adults where no one cared if you don't know how to do a certain thing or if you couldn't do a thing for other reasons. In the end, you didn't do what they asked you.

No one cares what you were good at or bad at. You just have to do it, whether it turned out well or not. But if that turned out bad, then, that meant that you were still a silly little kid.

After that, there was his pessimistic and negative side, which always changed his visions of the world, in general. That side of him never amused anyone, except for his friends, who were brave enough to deal even with his cosmic pessimism.

Probably, that side of Yeosang always made him think that he wasn't ready enough to attend college because he was still one of those silly kids. However, that didn't mean that he didn't put one hundred percent of his energies and efforts in every exam and project. Yeosang's grades weren't bad, there it came his critic side that started whispering in his ear phrases like "I can do better", "I'm not satisfied", "I'll do my best".

That behavior of his was making his college year terribly heavy and unlivable. And he didn't want the other students to pass their best years like him.

And this is why he chose that faculty. Literature.

His friend, that was walking on his right side, groaned way too loudly for Yeosang's likings and for the rest of the students that were dragging their feet in the hallway.

Once Yeosang and his friends reached their classroom, Joo-Hyuk, one of Yeosang's friend, let himself heavily fall on the chair, throwing his bag in the desk, unconcerned about some of his pens hitting the ground.

"God, when will this end?"

He grumbled for the second time in five minutes. Yeosang bent on his knees to pick the pens up for his friend, before slamming them on the table in front of him, making the latter jolt.

"When you finally manage to get your degree."

Replied Yeosang annoyed by how childish and irresponsible his friend was. Joo-Hyuk was older than Yeosang and younger than his other friend Kihyun, but mentally he was the most immature. Not that Kihyun, who was actually the oldest of the group, was cleverer. For that reason, Joo-Hyuk was still in his last year of college.

His parents owned a huge company so he didn't have any economic problem. Rather, he seemed to had taken advantage of his current assets to take his studies easy. Way too easy, in Yeosang's opinion.

But the latter didn't really care about Joo-Hyuk's decisions. What he really cared about was too get his own degree and start working as a teacher, as he had always wished since he was little.

Yeosang pulled out of his backpack a book and start reading it while waiting for the teacher to arrive. Kihyun was napping, his head laid better his arms, snoring lightly.