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oh my god.
your fucking group partner is geum seongje.
you think your college must actually be hell.
you wouldn’t describe yourself as very academically gifted. in fact, you’re starting to lose touch with reality ever since college started. but hey, you’re in your second year and things should looking up right?
apparently not.
because your group mate is one of the lovely lovely frat guys in your class.
notorious for picking fights with other frats just because, being on the school’s e-sports team, and somehow being a player with that.
thankfully, he’s mostly quiet in class. but he yawns loud and clicks on his mouse obnoxiously when he’s bored. probably playing league of legends. he cusses under his breath and his friends lean over to see what he’s doing.
you don’t care much for school but even then, can’t he be unscholarly quieter?
and now youre stuck with him for your fucking midterm project.
he’s currently staring at you from across the library table. the table is way too small but it’s the only one available since it’s midterm season. you see whiteboards being written on and people chugging celsius and redbull like it came from the fountain youth.
it’s been an odd staring competition ever since you got here. neither of you are willing to give in and say anything. the one thing you said when you were assigned to each other was, “wanna go to the library?” and that’s where your minimal conversation ended.
looking closer, you see that he has a mole under his eye that’s usually covered by his glasses. he has a long looking face and the tips of his eyes are roundish. though, his brunette hair is looking a little shaggy today.
you’d ask him if he was wearing a wig but you’re worried your reputation will wither up and die if you open your mouth to sass him.
he’s wearing a multicolored jacket with trigger print on the breasts. it’s vaguely better than the neon orange one he seems to treat like his first born child. secretly, you do have a favorite jacket that he wears.
(it’s the red racing jacket he has.)
(not that you care or anything.)
you can hear noises from his laptop and you’re sure it’s league of legends. you wonder why he even plays the game because you’ve heard around that he’s broke multiple mouses due to the game. he probably needs a different hobby.
“so? are you gonna do it for me?”
his voice perks up, breaking your staring context as he settles back into the seat. tilting his head at you and his eyes widen a little. you assume he’s trying to intimidate you.
well, he’s not very bright.
too bad you’ve been tainted by the lifelessness that college instills in you everytime you walk around on campus. it then occurs to you that you don’t have a reputation. you don’t stand out and you do not give a fuck what people think of you.
“why the fuck would i do that?”
his eyebrows shoot up, as if he wasn’t expecting you to talk back. which is such an odd thing for you to think about because who on earth wouldn’t talk back to literally being made to the whole group project. emphasis on group.
“because i asked nicely.”
“ask my right foot, bruh.”
he barks out a laugh in the almost full library and you scramble to shut him up. no one actually cares but it’s embarrassing enough you have to be seen in public with this shell of a man.
your hand clamps over his mouth and he immediately retaliates by licking your hand. you seethe and pull at his jacket. this group project is going extraordinarily well so far.
you believe in the ideals that no one is ever really staring at you. public humiliation is a construct created by insecure people. it doesn’t actually exist as long as you believe it doesn’t.
“holy shit, your face is so fuckin red right now!”
okay.
you’re tanking the F.
you go to snatch your shitty $200 laptop but he slaps his hand on top of it. he has a shit eating grin and his eyes are staring into yours. he’s reached across the table and is leaning his cheek against his knuckles.
“you have balls to talk to me like that. you got a dick too?”
“if i did, could you hop off of it already? i’m tanking the F. i can’t do this with you.”
there’s that cackle again and he grabs your wrist. yanking you so your torso tumbles onto the table. a grunt leaves your lips as the boy digs his elbow into your spine to make you stay there.
“you’re funny but you’re doing the fuckin project.”
“are you seriously assaulting me over a gen ed????”
you crane your head to look up at him and he’s giving you a lazy shrug. his lips pursing as he thinks about what to do. his grip is tight on your wrist and when you try to wiggle out, he stretches you across the table like a sad slinky.
you think everyone is genuinely possessed by the midterm demons because no one is telling him to stop and is actually talking louder to not acknowledge this frat guy literally assaulting you.
damn it all.
it’s then some girl comes up to your guys’ table. well you assume it’s a girl from the voice. your face is currently smushed against the table and his sharp ass elbow is still preventing you from moving.
she’s talking to seongje without even looking down at your body. there’s no way your reputation is so down under the dirt that absolutely no one cares right?
well apparently so because she has a giggly voice talking to geum seongje. oh you see, she must be one of the girls he’s rotating with. fucking gross… it’s known around campus he’s a player. and you don’t think he’s that attractive.
it’s completely blindsided to you why they let themselves be side chicks for a guy who doesn't even treat them like people.
“oh, you should let her go, seongje!”
there’s a beat of silence before the hands are removed off of you. it happens in a flash and you scramble up and go to swear to give the girl your first born child and name it after her.
but something splashes on your shirt.
and when you look down, it’s brown and it smells like a sugar factory exploded. and when you look up, she’s holding a venti sized cup from starbucks in the library. the top removed and there’s only about half of the drink remaining.
oh no fucking way.
she threw her fucking coffee onto you.
“oh i’m soo sorry!! i didn’t mean to! you just moved too fast!”
she’s so hilariously fake that you just stand there with an incredulous smile. your head cocked to the side and your eye twitching. she’s an extremely pretty girl and you’re in complete shock that she’d do this for a man.
does she think this is a webtoon or something? in what universe does this even happen???
in your peripheral vision, you can see geum seongje isn’t even trying to hide his giddiness. as if so amused, he’s about to start laughing in the middle of the library. the library that still hasn’t go silent in shock. the world carrying on as if any of this is normal.
you fight down the rage building inside of you as you calmly bend down to grab your backpack. putting your lovely $200 laptop into the sleeve in your bag. she’s giggling and holds her hand out to seongje so they can probably go fuck in his room.
then you grasp the neck of the starbucks bottled frappuccino in your back pack and twist the cap off. chucking the entire bottle onto the girl who “spilled her coffee on you”. her gasp rings out in the entire library and her half full coffee trembles in her grasp.
it stains her matching blouse and skirt. some of it even getting on her face. the brown matching the stain on your own clothes.
you hear geum seongje break out into the loudest cackles you’ve heard in the last 20 minutes. something snaps in you and you snatch the girl’s half empty plastic cup from her manicured fingers. throwing the entire rest of it onto geum seongje, notorious dickhead on campus.
he goes silent almost immediately as you shove the plastic cup back at the girl. the entire front of his designer jacket stained now too. you grab your backpack and storming out of the library, your fingers balled into fists. not interested to see if the library actually went silent that time.
why are you genuinely in a D rate k-drama now?
this is all geum seongje’s fault.
…
“you mad?”
“no i’m totally fine with the fact your one night stand loves sucking your dick to the point she threw coffee on me. what kind of question is that?!”
“don’t get your panties in a twist. i was making conversation.”
you have no fucking idea why he thought it was a good idea to follow you after you left the library. he had sidled up next to you on the sidewalk while whistling. the wind is blowing against your clothes and it’s making the liquid even colder against your skin.
you just want to get back to your dorm but there’s an annoying child following you. when you snapped and asked what he wanted, he shrugged. but you could see veins popping out the side of his head. he must be a little pissed off. just a little.
then he grabs your wrist and drags you in the direction of the business dorms. dubbed the name because they’re close to the business buildings. which is in the complete opposite direction of your dorm.
you are going to rip your hair out.
well, no one is going to come save you. other guys in frats steer clear of seongje because he gets irritated so easily and fights like a maniac. you’ve seen it on snapchat (a fundamental part of college socializing). some guys posted him fighting another dude from a frat and he was laughing the entire time.
so you just keep up with his long legs as he drags you across campus. every so often trying to run away but he pulls you back with an irritated smile. even pulling your hair to drag you back.
“is it that time of the month or some shit? stop fucking running.”
“wow, it’s a wonder girls fucking like you. violent, misogynistic, and forcing girls to do things. you’re like the perfect trad husband!”
the laugh that leaves his lips is still infuriated but tinged with amusement. his hair even more messed up as his lips hold a cigarette between them. you don’t know how he even got it in his mouth and lit it with one hand but you’re more focused on making it out of here in one piece.
but he drags you along like a disgruntled veterinarian with a feral cat.
…
when you’re shoved into the dorm room of your oh so esteemed partner, it seemed oddly clean. your own building was full of hooligans and you’re sure that their rooms weren’t any better. the freaks there made sure of it…
(your first example is the guy who has satin red bedsheets. what kind of bedroom is that? the dominatrix dungeon?)
but geum seongje’s room seemed clean. he shared his room with someone else obviously, you can tell from the difference in decoration.
or lack there of.
there were some stares from people at his dorm and when they tried to ask seongje how he was doing, he spat his cigarette out and stomped on it on the carpet. all while still dragging you by his wrist.
“don’t you see i’m fucking busy? fucking idiots.”
oh the bystander effect is going to kill you.
so you step onto the elevator with a poor girl trying to politely look away as you and geum seongje bark at each other. both of your outfits tinged in coffee and it overpowers the dingy elevator. he punches the 4th floor and the girl trips over herself to get off at the second floor.
now here you are.
one side of the room has posters of singers that people of his kind would probably like. fucking EDM that frat boys blast in your dorm and some rap artists. there’s a big ass speaker on the floor next to his bed.
you’re like 90% sure he’s the frat boy who blasts the EDM music here.
the other side looks pretty bare. the bed isn’t even neat with being bare. it’s just bare. you start debating in your own head if seongje actually sleeps on both beds and pretends he’s homeless. said boy flops down on the bed that somehow has designer sheets. you wonder how that’s possible but it’s tacky all the same.
when you take too long to sit down, he clicks his tongue and nods to his desk. ah, it’s on the side that has a frat flag hung up on the wall. you should’ve known. of course seongje is the frat guy. when you look on the desk, there’s a bowl full of condoms he probably stole from the health center.
ugh.
“what? annoyed because you thought i’d be dirty?”
“she’s probably annoyed ‘cause you’re annoying as fuck, shit for brains.”
a more raspy voice deadpans. you didn’t even realize the door had opened. your disgust with geum seongje making you deaf to all other noise. your maybe ex group partner leaned back and when you turned your head, you were greeted with a new character.
a very purple character…
his hair seems more unkempt than your obnoxious group mate. it ruffs out at the sides and it curls onto his forehead. it’s dyed purple all the way through, you’re impressed at how violet the color is. his stature is shorter than geum seongje but still taller than you.
he’s wearing a KANZO long sleeve with gym shorts. he’s wearing KANZO strapped shoes as well. how good does the brand have to be that he gets the shoes as well? you have no fucking idea. his knuckles are taped with bandages that disappear under his sleeves.
he walks into the room with no exaggerated swagger like seongje does. he just walks in with a hand stuffed in his pocket and the other holding his phone. he has headphones pulled down around his neck as he haphazardly throws them onto his bed.
geum seongje leans back on his bed and sighs loudly. stretching his back as you stand there between the two beds on either side of the room. his presumed roommate ignoring your presence in favor of putting down the duffle bag that was slung across his shoulder.
“not very romantic, wolf~ don’t you see i have a guest? play nice.”
“piss off.”
you lowkey disgusted by the vast amounts of testosterone assaulting the atmosphere. you don’t recognize his roommate but he seems to not like geum seongje very much. and did he say his name was wolf? is that his actual name?
your thoughts are running with questions for the new guy in the room when he turns to you. he doesn’t bother looking anywhere but in your eyes. as if you’re not worth the effort of moving his pupils.
“get the fuck out.”
you’re taken aback by how blunt he is. his face not emoting anything you’re familiar with other than general stoicism. he’s rolled up his sleeves and is unwinding the tape going up his arms. you can see gnarly bruises decorating his arms and it’s then you realize he has white bandages on his neck and the side of his jaw.
did this dude get run through a meat grinder or something?
you hear seongje mutter something about his “stupid fucking roommate” before picking his head up.
“i invited her, she stays.”
“i don’t remember asking.”
you’re about to walk out yourself because seongje did drag you here against your will. when wolf is about to shove you out of the room, seongje stands up from his bed and goes in front of you. he’s three inches taller than wolf but wolf doesn’t crumble under the height difference. holding a flat face as seongje grins down at him.
you think you’re seeing two wolves fighting for dominance in this small ass dorm room. over… your presence????
wow you must really be in a manhwa right now.
you drop your backpack onto the floor and seongje whips his head around to look at you. you don’t pay any mind to their expressions or their presence despite the fact this definitely isn’t your room. you shrug off your jacket that has coffee splattered on the sleeves.
and proceed to pull the edge of your shirt and lift it over your head. you hear geum seongje let out a breathless laugh. you remove the shirt off your back with a slide of your arms. which leaves you in your black bra.
you don’t spare either of the men in the room a glance as you stomp over to the closet on seongje’s side. throwing it open, you shuffle around until you find what you’re looking for.
“what the fuck are you doing?”
you don’t reply as you keep looking around. and there in the back, you grab what you were looking for.you shove the red racing jacket over your arms and zip it up. it drowns your figure but you’re stubborn enough to not care. you pick up your stained jacket and shirt and shove it at seongje’s chest.
he stares down at you wearing a jacket he doesn’t even let his hookups wear. his lips twitching from a grimace into a very pissed off smile. wolf watching with slightly raised eyebrows.
“wash my fucking clothes. it’s your stupid ass hook up’s fault anyway.”
“why the fuck should i?”
you give him a stare before throwing the clothes onto his bed.
“okay. bye.”
wolf blinks as you pick your backpack off the floor and leave their room. the laugh that leaves his lips hasn’t been heard since his friend hwangmo got his new haircut two months ago. geum seongje whips his head around and his ears are tinged pink.
wolf flops onto his bed, still laughing at the expense of his roommate. as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“what a funny girl. i can’t believe you pulled that.”
seongje only grits his teeth as he runs his hands down his face. slumping into his desk chair.
“fucking annoying.”