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Doyoung is three seconds away from losing his shit.
“Why the fuck did I agree to live in University Commons?” He moans, burrowing deeper into his pillow. He’s practically suffocating, but it still doesn’t drown out the basketball thumping against the wall. “Well A) you have a full ride so on-campus housing is free and B) for some reason, you agreed to live with me when I asked you.” Yuta replies dryly, not even looking up from his chemistry homework.
Unfortunately, Yuta is right. Athletes at SMU get priority housing and when your soccer captain best friend asks you to live in the most centrally located and recently renovated dorm on campus, of course you say yes. Plus, it’s only a five minute walk from the administration building - a place that, as the Student Association president, Doyoung considers his second home.
He releases a string of curses.
“Jung, I will cut your hands off in your sleep!” He yells, banging on the wall. His anger amplifies at the sound of muffled laughter.
“That’s it!” Doyong shrieks. “I’m done. I’m going to the library before I commit voluntary manslaughter. At least there I can think in peace.” He huffs, throwing on a hoodie. Yuta finally looks up and salutes him. “Later bro.”
“Don’t ‘bro’ me.” Doyoung sneers. “You’re friends with that menace.” Yuta just shrugs and turns back to his homework, ignoring the questionable finger raised in his direction.
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On the other side of the wall, Taeyong sighs.
“Must you always mess with him?”
Jaehyun shrugs, tossing the basketball around absently. “I can’t help it. He’s cute when he’s angry.” Admittedly, he feels a little bad when a door slams loudly down the hall. Across the room, Kun finally looks up from his Schubert anthology and groans.
“At least you don’t live with him. I’m going to hear about this for the rest of the week.” He gripes and Taeyong scoots closer to rub his boyfriend’s back sympathetically.
Jaehyun is about to reply, but the door squeaks open.
“Why did I just pass a seething Doyoung in the hallway?” Sicheng asks, dropping his dance bag beside the couch. He frowns pointedly at a certain basketball captain.
The sheepish look on Jaehyun’s face tells him everything.
“One day, I swear to god, this is going to bite you in the ass.”
“Here, here!” Taeyong agrees, raising his can of Red Bull. Jaehyun rolls his eyes and slouches lower in the armchair, but doesn’t respond. Unfortunately, he muses, Sicheng is almost always right.
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“I don’t want to know.” Ten says when Doyoung collapses into a chair across from him.
The other scoffs and pulls out his laptop. “What kind of best friend are you?”
“I thought Yuta was your best friend?”
“Please, he’s my Japanese best friend. You’re my Thai best friend. Johnny’s my American best friend by association,” Doyoung quips, Ten smiling at the mention of his boyfriend. “Sicheng is my Chinese best friend, and Taeyong, well… we’ve been stuck together since childhood so I have to say he’s my Korean best friend.”
Tempering his smile, Ten takes a deep breath.
“Ok fine. What is it?” But before Doyoung can start ranting, he interjects, “And don’t you tell me it’s fucking Jaehyun again because I speak for the entirety of campus when I say, either you guys need to fuck or one of you needs to move to a different country.”
“Nevermind then…” Doyoung grumbles. “And hell fucking no. Even if he were the last man on Earth there is no way I would get with that asshole.”
Ten sighs.
“I don’t understand you two at all. Jaehyun is perfect! He’s handsome, athletic, nice to everybody, and, according to Johnny, blessed in the downstairs department! If I weren’t in love with my pizza roll of a boyfriend, I’d be like, all over that.” Ten discloses with a wink, to which Doyoung fake gags.
“And we all make mistakes.” Ten adds seriously. “Just because he screwed you over once doesn’t mean he’s a terrible person. Have you ever let him explain what happened sophomore year?”
Doyoung shakes his head vigorously.
“No, and I don’t care. He didn’t even have the balls to apologize to my face,” Doyoung mutters, remembering the pathetic text message Jaehyun had sent him a week later.
Ten heaves another sigh and they drop the conversation.