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"Ew, I can't believe we see each other so often."
Taeyong raised his brows at the girl, who'd just made another student move away so she could take the seat beside him, quizzically. "I was under the impression you enjoyed seeing my face and being near me in general from how you just shooed that poor kid away."
"False," she grinned, dumping her bag onto the ground, "I'm saving that kid from being glared to death for sitting next to you. I like being nice sometimes."
The bleached-haired boy blinked, "Sorry, what?"
"Now, now, don't pretend you've never seen that bunch of lethal squealing girls who cluster outside our lecture theatre on Tuesdays, just to get a glimpse of you through the tiny ass glass pane at the door," Seulgi wagged her finger at him. "They would burn holes into literally anyone who sits beside you, m'dude. Even if it is a fellow dude."
"I was actually referring to the last part of your statement. Something about you and nice? Didn't know both could be in a sentence without 'not' between them."
"To be fair, I added a 'sometimes' behind," the dark-haired girl pointed-out. "You just chose to ignore it. Must have been too charmed by my looks."
"Whatever floats your goat, love," Taeyong mused, deciding to change the topic. "I heard Lee Donghyuck got someone to dig you up."
"Yeah, I'm absolutely devastated," she sighed dramatically, frown. "I didn't know how Mark Lee interpreted my paying of his drink as a threat to his damn throne but he did, apparently."
"It could just be Donghyuck feeling threatened that you're prettier than him. It happens," the Lee quipped, poking her left cheek with a finger. "Don't worry about it."
Seulgi let out another of her mighty sighs and flopped her head onto the table. "Damn, why weren't you made the Clan leader instead? Life would have been so much less worrisome."
The bleached-haired boy shifted uncomfortably, feeling a lump grow at the back of his throat. "Perhaps. But there's no use in dwelling on the impossibles."
The girl's eyes softened, "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," he smiled weakly.
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"Oh my God, I'm going mad."
Donghyuck threw himself down onto the carpeted floor with a huff.
"Lee Kyungsoo is a fucking multimillionaire but there's no articles on him and his family on the web. It's almost like someone deleted them all off or something. What's so damn secretive about this man?" he complained. "I'm so frustrated, what the heck."
