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Chan was starting to regret rushing for Tau Gamma. This was the second set of laundry he had to do just this week alone. He couldn’t even do his own laundry. The rushing process involved what was called the Bingo Book— a booklet filled with boxes that corresponded to full-fledged members of Tau Gamma. The pledges needed to ask those members for their signatures. If they couldn’t fill up the boxes (Bingo!), they wouldn’t be initiated into the fraternity.
The thing was, the members found a way to weaponize the value of their signatures—demanding favours from pledges in exchange for it. And as it turned out, fratboys had a lot of laundry waiting to be done. Including Beyoncé. That was actually the name in the Bingo Book. Because if getting signatures wasn't hard enough, the names in the boxes weren't names at all but absurd nicknames and aliases. Pledges had to guess or ask around who was who.
One sophomore who would randomly burst into songs in the middle of conversations, complete with hair comb as a microphone, caught Chan's attention and he thought to himself, that's gotta be Beyoncé.
So he approached him, he was pretty sure his name was Seungkwan, and said, "Excuse me, Beyoncé?"
And Beyoncé's or Seungkwan's whole face lit up like fireworks in the night sky. He looked like he was seconds away from giving Chan a hug and Chan thought great maybe he wouldn't give me laundry to do.
Chan was wrong.
Not only did Seungkwan give him a pile of laundry, he also gave very specific instructions on the measurements of laundry detergent and fabric conditioner.
So in retrospect, it was Seungkwan's fault.
It was Seungkwan's fault that one fateful Saturday night, Chan opened the door to the laundry room and got attacked by the sight of a very naked and very pale ass.
He shrieked— oh how he shrieked— the pile of laundry in his arms erupting in the air like confetti. The door was shut on his face, the force of it creating a shoowsh of air that almost blew him off his feet. And then there were vicious whispers— you didn't fucking lock the door?, I thought I did, I'm going to fucking kill you, please let me atleast pull up my pants.
Before Chan could pinch himself to wake up from this nightmare, the door opened again, and the face of wrath himself appeared. Chan remembered him from his Bingo Book. Jihoon. The one under If you accidentally made eye contact with him, look away immediately.
"You," Jihoon hissed. Chan obviously didn't look him in the eye, he had the urge to look behind him just in case by some miracle, the prince of wrath wasn't actually addressing him. But that hope was instantly erased when cold fingers wrapped around the fabric of his collar. "One word about this and I swear to god I will—"
He didn't get to find out what Jihoon would do to him. Seungcheol, the fraternity president, suddenly appeared with a toothbrush between his teeth.
"Who yelled?" He asked calmly. Way too calmly, as if people shrieking the roof down was a normal occurrence in the house. He eyed Jihoon's grasp on Chan's collar. Jihoon at least had the decency to pretend he was fixing the pledge's collar for him.
"I did," said a voice. He emerged through the door (thankfully with his pants up) and Chan recognized him as Soonyoung, Tiger boy roar roar in the Bingo Book. Great , now Chan had a face and a name to go with the picture of bare white ass.
"Saw a giant spider," Soonyoung lied, he wasn't even trying.
Seungcheol didn't buy a single word in that sentence but looked too lazy to find out the truth. He shrugged and continued to brush his teeth. His eyes landed on Chan as if seeing him for the first time. "Who are you?" he asked through the foam in his mouth, sounding genuinely amazed by the appearance of a stranger in their midst.
Chan is mortified. Seungcheol didn't remember him despite doing aegyo for him in exchange for his signature under His Excellency.
"Chan, Sir. Pledge."
Seungcheol chuckled. "Sir huh? I like you."
Chan suddenly found himself under the heavy arms of one Choi Seungcheol, with the frat president telling Jihoon and Soonyoung, "you two, don't mess with this one."
And Soonyoung and Jihoon actually left without Jihoon perpetuating the murder he was no doubt planning in his head.
"If the other brothers give you a hard time, tell me," Seungcheol told Chan.
"I will Sir," Chan replied, genuinely breathless with gratitude.
Seungcheol gave him one last fond look and a punch on his shoulder (which ouch! Seungcheol got some big arms) before leaving Chan with a pile of laundry on the floor.
Right, Chan still got some laundry to do. Maybe he'll stick his head in the washing machine too while he's at it.
--
There were two unfortunate takeaways Chan earned from that fateful evening: 1. The mental image of Soonyoung's bare ass, 2. Jihoon's death glare. But if he had anything to be thankful for, it was Seungcheol apparently deciding to take him under his wings. One time Seungcheol saw him while he was exiting the lecture hall of the Engineering department and called him over. Their fraternity had a designated bench right outside of it, and while pledges weren't technically allowed in it yet, no one was gonna question the president himself. It was there that Seungcheol made the other brothers present sign Chan's Bingo Book and when anyone tried to haggle for a trade off (someone wanted Chan to do their architecture plate for them), Seungcheol strong-armed them into submission.
So after four weeks of rushing, Chan's Bingo book was almost done save for one missing signature. He was in the frat house with other pledges who were doing different kinds of household chores (while blindfolded—Soonyoung's idea). Thankfully he didn't need to partake in any of that. He had Soonyoung's signature already (among other things).
He was looking for any friendly face that could help him locate the elusive owner of the last box in his book. He avoided all the juniors and seniors—upperclassmen were scary. He spotted Mingyu, sophomore, who despite having a face made out of the Golden Ratio, was actually nice and smiley to everyone. Also, the reverse snapback that he always wore over his messy hair, softened his attractive features into ya homie boy vibes.
He showed Mingyu his booklet, to the only box without a signature. Mingyu had to stoop down (because he was a favourite child of the lord that blessed him with height on top of everything).
"Handsomest and Sexiest Motherfucker," Mingyu read, then said to himself, "that can't be right, I already signed, I can't be here twice."
Mingyu was actually under 6-foot Something Spittle Machine. There were wet droplets on Chan's booklet to prove the point.
"Then this must be Junhui hyung," Mingyu concluded.
"You called my name, babe?"
They both looked up to the voice. Just entering the door of the frat house was the most stereotypical fratboy Chan had met in his life. Not even Mingyu in snapback could compete.
The whole posture. The swagger. The shoulders. The one who did the handstand over a beer keg in every frat party. In fact, Chan wouldn't be surprised if he was drunk or hungover right now considering the sunglasses perched on his face despite the sun setting behind him.
Mingyu noted the same thing. "Are you still living your celebrity hiding from paparazzi fantasy with your sunglasses indoors?"
Junhui was quick with the banter. "Mingyu, if you wanna have a full conversation with me, let me put my raincoat on first."
Mingyu turned to Chan with a resigned sigh. "So anyway, that's Junhui hyung. Although I'd cross out the handsomest and sexiest and just leave motherfucker in there."
He left and skillfully avoided Junhui who tried to trip him. A usual occurrence, probably.
The booklet was grabbed from his hand and Chan got a full whiff of Junhui's cologne. Okay, he smelled clean, and weirdly of fresh-baked cookies. Chan might have judged too harshly. He was expecting the smell of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and sex.
Junhui was looking fondly at the booklet, then chuckled. "I was part of the committee that made this," he said proudly.
That. Actually explained a lot.
"Got a pen?" Junhui asked.
Chan was shocked. That easy? He handed a pen to Junhui. Carefully, so as not to jostle Junhui into changing his mind.
It was absurd though, the thought of an actual committee being formed and operated for the creation of the Bingo book, especially in the context of Tau Gamma where organization and planning seemed to be words of insult.
He mentally pictured Junhui with His Excellency, Tiger boy roar roar, and Beyoncé, sitting around a table with serious expressions.
He snorted.
The point of Chan's ballpen in Junhui's hand froze over the paper. Shit.
"Something funny?"
Chan shook his head, wide eyed. Suddenly he was 6 years old and back at home, being asked by his mom if he stuck his hand in the cookie jar.
Junhui regarded him. And being at the receiving end of Junhui's once over felt like a violation of human rights. Chan felt a sweat run down his temple.
Junhui rifled through his booklet. "I'm the last one," he observed.
Chan nodded.
"You'll be the first one to finish."
Right. Chan would be. He was surprised he knew that.
"There's still two weeks of rush. You've got plenty of time to prove yourself to me."
Chan's blood ran cold. Junhui closed his booklet with a snap of finality. Chan took it from him with shaking hands.
"What's your name?"
Chan considered lying. Maybe Junhui would forget his face. Seungcheol once did, despite almost half an hour of doing aegyo in front of him. But his mama raised no liar. No coward either.
"Chan," he said, then, "sir", he tucked on for good measure.
Junhui raised an eyebrow.
"I'll see you around pledgeling," Junhui said before taking his leave.
--
What Junhui meant by that was Chan finding himself on his knee while giving Junhui a head massage while the latter was lying down across the width of his bed.
Maybe Mingyu was right about the motherfucker thing.
As if Chan's life wasn't difficult enough, Junhui's roommate came in and it was no other than Jihoon.
Jihoon caught sight of him and immediately, his presence felt like a blackhole.
Chan avoided looking at the general direction of him, he heard blackholes' gravity was a bitch.
Jihoon was huffing and tinkering with something on his desk. Finally, he seemed to have finished what he was huffing about and left the room without a word.
"What's wrong with him?" Junhui asked, not really expecting an answer.
Probably having a fight with his secret boyfriend, Chan thought.
Junhui suddenly grabbed his hands to direct them to his temple. Chan obliged and massaged him there. What Junhui failed to notice was that Chan was using his middle fingers and was technically digging a crude gesture to either side of his head. Small satisfactions.
There were only two days left until initiation night and Chan wasn't Bingo! yet. Some of his other fellow pledges had overtaken him. He didn't have a choice. He even offered to do Junhui's laundry but he already got another pledge to do it for him.
Junhui, atleast, allowed him to do his readings for Humanities 1. His handout laid out beside Junhui's head on the bed.
Junhui's phone vibrated and he answered it sleepily.
Chan could hear a girl's voice from the other end.
"Sorry babe, I'm kind of busy."
Lies, Chan thought. He probably called a lot of girls babe. He even called Mingyu that, that one time. Chan massaged Junhui's temples a little extra harder. He earned an upside down glare for his troubles.
"No, I'm not sleeping. I'm reading."
Some high-pitched grumbling came as a response.
"My readings in… Hum 1," Junhui lied again.
Lies. He's lying to you. Run as fast as you can girl.
"About…" Junhui trailed off, twisted his head to catch a glimpse of Chan's readings.
"Oedipus rex," Chan whispered. Look at that, not even a Tau Gamma yet and he was already losing some of his morals.
"Oedipus rex," Junhui repeated. "Yeah I know."
Some more grumbling and Junhui going "uhu", "yeah".
He doesn't care. Go find yourself a better man. Chan continued to chant in his head despite just actively giving Junhui a helping hand in lying to his girlfriend.
"Yeah, maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Right. Me too. Bye."
Junhui dropped his phone on his tummy.
"God I should breakup with her," he sighed.
Chan wanted to smack him in the face. Instead, he settled for twisting Junhui's head sharply.
"Ow!"
"Sorry. My dad liked his head massages like this. Force of habit."
"Is your dad's head still attached to his neck?" Junhui replied but he was settling back. After a while of thought he spoke again. "I don't think it's working out, I should end it before she gets hurt."
That's. Well. Chan felt a little bad for wanting to smack him earlier. No wait, this was the bare minimum thing. Men could do the bare minimum and suddenly they're admirable again. No. Junhui would be a motherfucker in Chan's head until further notice.
"So I helped you out and everything, can I get my signature now?"
Junhui appeared to mull it over. And then:
"Nah. Wake me up at 7pm."
See? Motherfucker.
--
Chan was an idiot. He forgot his readings in Junhui's room. He made a dash for the frat house. It was 9:45 and the curfew at his own dorm was at 10PM. He had to make it back or risk a record in under two months of his first year in college.
He knew Junhui wasn't in because he talked about going to a party so he didn't bother knocking and just went right in.
Chan was an idiot.
At least, he didn't shriek this time around. There was no bare ass in sight. Only Soonyoung on top of Jihoon on the bed, his mouth on the latter's neck.
Jihoon looked struck by lightning, he pushed Soonyoung off him so swiftly, Soonyoung fell to the floor with a surprised yell.
"Close the damn door," Jihoon hissed, just as Chan had the wits to do just that.
Soonyoung sat up from where he fell on the floor, clutching his elbow. He spotted Chan and his face went, you again? Really?
"Sorry! Sorry I—forgot my readings here," Chan hastily explained, grabbing the papers on Junhui's bed to prove himself.
Soonyoung watched him, then to Jihoon he said, "It was you who forgot to lock the door this time."
Jihoon, who had his head in his hands, looked up and kicked Soonyoung. Soonyoung, seemingly used to it, just captured his leg and kept it inside his arm.
"Get out," Jihoon said.
"Yeah kid. Get out," Soonyoung repeated to Chan with a hand flourish to the door.
"I meant you."
Soonyoung turned to Jihoon and was shocked to see Jihoon looking at him. "What? Why me?" He asked indignantly.
"Him and I have some unfinished business."
The way Jihoon said it made Chan wanna beg Soonyoung, don't leave me with him please.
But it was obvious who was wearing the pants in the relationship (Soonyoung literally had his down that first time), and soon, after some mumbling from Soonyoung, Chan found himself alone with Jihoon in the room.
"I swear I won't tell anyone! I will take this to my grave," he said as soon as the door clicked shut.
"You better or I'll make the grave take you."
Chan gulped. Jihoon was one scary man. God created him tiny for a reason. So anyone he would choose to strangle to death would have a fighting chance. Maybe.
"I have the power to terminate your pledging," Jihoon informed him.
Chan gasped. "You can't do that."
"I'm literally the vice-president."
Chan balked. He should have paid closer attention to orientation night. How did this information manage to escape him?
"I—that's—that's unfair and you know it."
"I know you haven't finished your Bingo Book. I don't have to lift a hand and you still wouldn't make it to initiation night."
It's so unfair. So unfair. Chan did all that laundry and endured hours in Junhui's presence only for it all to go to waste.
Think. Quick. Chan, think!
A lightbulb went on inside his head.
"Hyung, you wouldn't want me out of your watchful eyes. If I became a member, I'll literally be under your chain of command. If not, then… I wouldn't have anything to lose."
Jihoon's eyes went dark. "Are you blackmailing me?"
"What no! I'm only saying. . . okay, maybe I'm blackmailing you a bit ."
Jihoon stood up. Chan flinched. Which, c'mon Chan, you're taller than him, you can take him on.
And then Jihoon started cackling. Full on psycho, evil cackle.
Chan eyed the door, making calculations how quickly he could make a dash for it.
But then Jihoon began to calm down, "I just got blackmailed by a freshman," he muttered to himself. "Fucking Soonyoung."
Chan thought , that's good. Let's put the blame on Soonyoung.
He couldn't say anything though because Jihoon began exhibiting signs of psychotic break. He smiled to himself, as if finding his own thoughts funny. He calmly sat on his bed, grabbed his laptop that was abandoned to the side, then began typing maniacally, the keyboard clacking in the silence.
And then, Chan for the first time in his life fully understood what the word dread meant. Because Jihoon began reciting in a flat voice devoid of all emotion: Chan's full name, birthdate, major, his dorm and room number, his home address, his emergency contact which was his dad, oh his poor dad…
Pledges filled up a form during orientation night. Chan would have no way of knowing that would be them signing off their life.
"I have all this information," Jihoon said, closing his laptop gingerly. "And I won't hesitate to utilize them."
Counter Blackmail . This was the worst way for Chan to find out never to blackmail a blackmailer.
"So you're gonna go downstairs. Find Seungcheol and tell him you quit."
Every single cell of Chan's body turned into stone. Jihoon wasn't done yet.
"He's going to ask why and you…are going to lie."
The fact that he was frozen solid was the only reason why Chan didn't do anything embarrassing like maybe cry.
Jihoon stood up and went to the door. A rush of cold air trailed behind him. Chan shivered. Jihoon opened the door.
"Now get the hell out of my room."
Chan emerged out of the bedroom looking like he was just kissed by a ghost. He mechanically walked to the stairs, oblivious to the students he passed who looked at each other as if asking, what’s wrong with that kid?
--
He found Seungcheol in his office. If one could call it an office. It was a shoebox on the wall. Probably used to be a pantry by the size of it. A desk somehow managed to cramp itself inside it. Seungcheol was sitting behind the desk, lounging in an old office chair while talking on the phone. He raised a finger towards Chan when he walked in, give me a sec. Chan took a lone monoblock chair while Seungcheol paid him no mind, too focused on the conversation.
Chan stared around the room, noting a steel floor to ceiling closet with chains around it, fastened by two large padlocks. He didn't wanna find out what's in there. There was a filing cabinet, an old computer gathering dust in the corner, and a printer with a large paper taped on it— for official use only.
Finally, Seungcheol ended the call with nothing but a gotchu, okay, bye . Chan turned his attention to him. Seungcheol sat up in his chair.
"What can I do for you?"
For some reason Chan could see his dad’s face instead of Seungcheol and he was overcome with the need to whine, Jihoon hyung is being mean to me.
But Seungcheol wasn't his dad and that was a really weird thought to have. Instead, he simply said, "I'm sorry I'm not proceeding with my pledging."
Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. "Who is it?" He asked knowingly.
"Who—what?" Chan stuttered.
"Who's giving you a hard time?"
"Who—what…" Chan laughed nervously. “No one. I mean—why would you even think—no one,” the nervous laughter trailed off and he faked cough to mask the awkwardness.
Seungcheol's brow flew up even higher. "I've been in this house for four years, the main reason a pledge quit was because of the bullying from seniors."
Chan did not reply. Realizing that Chan wouldn't give up a name, Seungcheol sat back on his chair, fingers interlacing over his abdomen. "I did tell you to come to me if others give you shit, right?"
"Yeah you did but I wasn't—this isn't—"
"Did someone ask you for a money transfer?"
"What?"
"Apparently some members were extorting some pledges for cash."
Doesn't sound surprising from a Tau Gamma, to be completely honest.
"Don't worry," Seungcheol continued, "the matter was dealt with and the perpetrators punished. They raised quite a lot of bucks, actually. We finally managed to refill our ink." He jerked his chin towards the printer in the corner.
"That—," Chan started. He was pretty sure that doesn't sound like dealing with the matter. Aren't they supposed to return the money to the— nevermind . He had a bigger problem to deal with.
Seungcheol was waiting for him to say something— anything ; and when he didn’t, the frat president sat straighter on his chair. "We might have fun with the abuse of power in this house, but only to some extent. We're a fraternity not the patriarchy."
"Well,” Chan cleared his throat. “That's quite profound..."
"Thank you," Seungcheol said proudy. "I try. Now ," he went serious again, "if anyone went out of line, if you think anyone went out of line, you could tell me, and I assure you they will be punished. We don't get shy with punishments in this house. I'll tell you that. We're pretty fond of it actually."
Chan pursed his lip tightly together, lest they get tempted to speak without his bidding.
"No one?" Seungcheol prodded.
Chan shook his head.
"It's an officer, isn't it?" Seungcheol guessed.
Damn it! He’s good. Chan shook his head extra harder, trying to tamp down on the internal panic. Seungcheol was so close to the bottom of this.
Seungcheol sighed. “You’re only two days away from initiation night. Are you sure you want to give up now after getting this far?”
“I’m sure, sir.”
“What’s the reason then?” Seungcheol asked, looking at Chan with sharp eyes that Chan had never seen in his face before.
He's going to ask why and you…are going to lie.
Jihoon’s words echoed in his head. Okay quick, make things up Chan.
“I—I don’t think I fit in here.” There, that wasn’t so bad, Jihoon’s voice in his head said. “I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
“You don’t fit in…” Seungcheol repeated. “Well, I have it in good authority that you have quite the Tau Gamma potential.”
Chan couldn’t help feeling flattered. “Who said that?”
“Me. I said that.”
“Oh…” Chan felt a little achy around his chest area, seeing Seungcheol in another light and feeling grateful for the vote of confidence.
“That’s why I don’t wanna let you go without a good reason,” Seungcheol added.
Chan bit the inside of his cheeks.
Seungcheol knew he was cracking; he leaned forward. Chan tried his best not to back away. “There’s something you are not telling me…”
Chan caved in. “Okay, there was something. But I can’t tell you. And I—I’m gonna ask you a favor by not asking. Just—just that I need to quit for personal reasons.”
‘Okay,” Seungcheol said slowly, absorbing the situation. “Okay. At least tell me this. Do I need to launch an investigation on my officers? I’ll make sure your name won’t be involved.”
Chan resolutely kept his mouth shut.
“Give me a code if it’s a yes. Maybe, blink or something.”
Chan opened his eyes wide.
Seungcheol backed up, a bit spooked by his bulging eyes. “Alright then. I guess this is the end of it.”
Chan finally relaxed. Lying was hard. Just as he was thinking of leaving and freeing himself from the suffocating room, Seungcheol pointed to him. “Stay where you are.”
Chan’s ass, which was almost out of the seat, slowly found its way back down. Confused, he watched Seungcheol make a call on his phone.
“Come in here," he said on his phone.
Chan opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on but Seungcheol raised a finger at him. The freshman waited in his seat, confused and wary of the door.
It didn’t take long before the door to the office swung open and in came Jihoon himself.
Suddenly Chan was in a small dark room while a lone light bulb was flickering over his head. An interrogation room, complete with the good cop bad cop tandem. He had the urge to ask for a lawyer.
"What—what the hell—" shut up Chan. Wait for your lawyer to come.
Seungcheol stood and walked around his desk, leaned his ass on the edge of his desk instead. "He didn't talk," he told Jihoon.
Jihoon was leaning against the wall beside the door, arms crossed. "I figured."
"Let's wrap this up. It's late and I'm hungry."
It was dawning on Chan, the one who was on the phone with Seungcheol when he walked in, it was Jihoon, this was a setup. He was trapped .
"I'm gonna need you two to shake hands to make sure there are no hard feelings,” Seungcheol said.
"What?" Chan almost yelled, shocked and confused. The prospect of skin contact with Jihoon was like being asked to touch a live wire.
"Jihoon, promise no more scaring this poor kid. And you," Seungcheol addressed Chan, "no more walking through doors without knocking.
Wait. But that meant…
"You knew?" Chan asked Seungcheol. "About…" Jihoon and Soonyoung.
"He does," Jihoon answered instead, looking at Chan intently, "and you are gonna make damn sure, no one else will."
"Hey!" Seungcheol chided. "I just said no more scaring."
Chan, boldened by Seungcheol being there to referee, finally asked Jihoon, "what does this all mean?"
"I was just testing how well you can keep a secret," Jihoon answered.
Oh he's good. He's really good. Tau Gamma’s antics were very in your face, so seeing that they can be cunning and underhanded as well was honestly impressive. Scary, but impressive.
"But—Does this mean I don't have to quit?"
"You don't, if you don't want to."
"You won't come after my dad anymore?"
"He what?" Seungcheol interjected.
Jihoon brushed him off. "Oh come on, just a bit of a mind game. I wouldn't actually come for his dad. Unless I have to."
"Jihoon."
"Okay fine. Dads are off limits."
Seungcheol was seemingly satisfied with that (Chan wasn't) and he stood to pull Jihoon off the wall and urged him to shake hands with Chan.
Jihoon put out two fingers instead of his while palm. Chan looked at Seungcheol questioningly.
"Take it," Seungcheol advised. "It's the best we could get."
Chan shook Jihoon's two fingers, almost surprised to find he wasn’t getting electrocuted.
"I guess this means we'll see you at initiation night kid," Seungcheol said when they're done. He thumped Chan on the back (Chan tried not to cave under the force.)
Chan finally exhaled all the stress this night brought him. But just as he was starting to feel good, he remembered-
"But my bingo book isn't done yet."
Jihoon regarded him before speaking, "give me your book."
"What?"
"You're not the only one with a penchant for blackmail, I could get Junhui to sign it no problem."
Chan stared. He stared and stared. This night took a wild turn. Then somersaulted. Then cartwheeled.
Earlier, he thought Jihoon was gonna end his whole career and now he had Jihoon on his side, offering to do a crime on his behalf. Chan thought this was less possible than seeing a unicorn but here he was.
"Wow," he muttered under his breath. "Brotherhood," he said in awe.
Seungcheol snorted.
"That reminds me," Seungcheol said, he thumped Chan on the back again (Chan almost flew from his seat), "that was a nice touch, blackmailing Jihoon," he said, proud and satisfied, "I meant it when I said you are made of Tau Gamma material."
Jihoon rolled his eyes.
Seungcheol laughed and Chan was about to join him when he caught Jihoon's glare.
Yep, Jihoon was still scary.
--
Whatever Jihoon said to Junhui, we would never find out.
On friday, one day before initiation night, Junhui handed Chan his booklet in the cafeteria of Math Building.
"You have learned the art of connivance, I see," Junhui told him. He didn't appear to be angry. But that made it more worrisome. "Good luck with initiation," he said with a satisfied grin.
"Thank you?" Chan said tentatively, he knew Junhui was putting an invisible target on his back.
Junhui smirked and walked away. Chan hurriedly checked his booklet because what if Junhui didn't sign at all.
His signature was there though…
"Hey," Junhui called behind his back. "Wear your best underwear for tomorrow."
The blood drained down from Chan's face. "Why would I—"
Junhui resumed to walk away and was that a skip in his step?
Chan called after him. "Hyung!! Why would I need my best underwear tomorrow???!!!!"
Chan stopped. Other students had their chopsticks paused in midair, eyeing him with scandal.
"Ah that—that was..." Chan said, slowly sinking to his seat, his ears reddening. "Delicious bibimbap," he announced to countless stares, and resumed with his own lunch of rice mixed with veggies and humiliation. He didn't look up once until his plate was empty.
Damn Junhui.
Oh hey, at least he was finally done with his Bingo Book.
Hello initiation night.