Business, business, business.
Sigh.
Why did he chose this major? It's so boring, and like... not, him.
Oh wait; it's because his parents pressured him to major in business so that he could take over the company. He asked once why his elder sister couldn't take over the company since she's, you know, older?
Apparently, it should've been obvious to him why, as his father snapped that Momoka was an omega and can't run his company, that she can be a fashion designer if she wants, like her dream was, because she's an omega. But he, an alpha, is their heir to their company -apparently she can run her own fashion business but can't inherit and run their family business? His mother had told him he should be grateful that they even let him join the soccer team.
His mouth grew bitter thinking back to that conversation, it still bothered him despite it being years since it had been spoken.
If he could chose... he'd chose to major in dance, like Taeyong and Shotaro. Or music production like Johnny.
Shit, he'd take anything other than business if he had the chance, he'll even follow Doyoung and be a fricking nurse, with all the years and residences– at this point, anything other than what his parents want seems better.
He groaned as he face planted into the middle of his textbook, the glow of his laptop leaking into his vision from the crease of the textbook. He wanted to let out another groan, maybe a scream or two, but held back, he was in a library after all, he'd rather not be kicked out in the few days he has left to study before mother natures decides to be an ass and bless him with a rut.
With a crack in his spine he sat up, and looked around. He was at a table in a more secluded part of the library, hidden behind the books on Greek and Norse mythology –which apparently no one wanders around. He sat at a table meant for six, yet he was alone in his corner, study material spread out at the empty table.
He looked at his laptop screen, looking at the time in the corner. Fuck, its past closing time— wait fuck it's last closing time- in a panic he gathered by his things as quickly as possible, stuffing them in his backpack in an organized mess. Swinging his bag into his shoulder, he walked out of the secluded area, which he realized he had been too tired to notice that the entire library's lights were shut off, save for the two bright standing lamps in his little corner that had illuminated the whole space that he hadn't notice the ceilings lights shut off.
Using his phones flashlight to light his pathway, he jogged down the between the shelves of books, passing the free to use computers that were all shut off. He came up to the check out slash front desk of the library, he's glad he remembers the route from his hidden corner to the front desk by heart -by how often he finds himself having to study, he's spent a good portion of his college life so far in the library.
He quickly found the front desk as deserted as the rest of the place, it was starting to seem creepy in the library in the dark, all alone. Turning to face away from the front desk, moonlight shone onto the carpet through the glass double doors. He quickly walks forward, and pulled on the hands. Nothing happened. He pulled again; and again, it didn't budge.
"Oh snap, I really am locked in here..." he whispered –despite not needing to whisper as he is quite alone in this big, dark library. Licking his lips in thought, he didn't move for a minute before turning around to go back to his little quiet corner, moving much quicker than before —why? Well... he's just paranoid that there's something in the dark.
Slowly he walks tiptoed back to his usual corner, and tripped on one of the floor electrical outlets and fell to his knees, but got up quickly, oh thank god there wasn't a table there, that could've been worse ahaha, ha... ha... finding his corner as sat the table, he crossed his arms on the table, and nested his head in them, cheek squished on top his left elbow. His neck with kill him in the morning, but this was currently the best and most comfortable posture he could come up with without needing to lie on the floor or on top of the table. He looked up from his arms to make sure his backpack was beside him before he rested his head again, closing his eyes and hopefully for a peaceful slumber.
With a small yawn he walked into the closest library at ten in the morning, backpack in hand. Glancing around he could see other students he vaguely recognizes at tables already doing what he's planning to do: study.
He nodded in greeting to the librarian at the desk who smiled at him before reading to their computer. He looked at all the tables, every one of them having at least one or two people at them, he frowned, he'd prefer to have a table to himself, empty. He shrugged, wandering deeper into the library, trying to find a more secluded area to study, it'd be better to find a place with the least distraction.
He skimmed over the spines of books as he walked between the shelves he wandered past, looking at the genre written on board between shelves. ...American History; European History; Medicine; Neurology; Psychology; Greek Mythology; Norse Mythology–
Passing by the mythology section near the seemingly back of the library, he spotted tables at the opposite end seen between the tall shelves. From sneak peek, they seemed empty. Score. Walking down the shelves, he emerged on the other side, and found a small space, a standing lamp to counter back the fact of the poor lighting in this area, and a table with chairs. From the shelves the table had seemed empty, but standing before it-
"Shit." He cursed, seeing someone already occupying the table. Guess I'll have to find another one damnit- wait a second- About to turn away, he did a double take on who was sitting at the table. With furrowed eyebrows, he snuck closes to the figure sleeping at the table. Settled on crossed arms with a squished cheek, was Nakamoto Fucking Yuta.
He jolted back, as if electrocuted. What the fuck is Yuta doing here- he looked at the empty table and the zipped backpack, sleeping? Not studying? He looked around. No one was wandering around in this area, he shelves booked this area pretty well. He looked at the empty table. Looking at the pros and cons... the pros being it's quiet, no one to really to disturb him, secluded, enough space; but the con: Yuta's here. But then there's another pro: Yuta's here, asleep.
Minutes later his laptop, notebook, and textbook are laid out in front of him and he's deep in his studying, glancing over at the Japanese next to him who's eyelashes laid on his cheeks prettily, black hair close to his eyes from where it stuck out from beneath the orange beanie he wore, hair a bit too long to be contained inside loosely. He looked peaceful, softer, with the crème coloured hoodie he wore. He looked away quickly, he isn't going to be distracted.
Despite being deep in his studying, typing and hugging and writing down notes, his eyes didn't miss the small movement at the edge of his vision. He froze, looking to his left as the Japanese made a small hum-like whimper as he stretched out his arms, cheek falling to the cool tabletop, eyes still closed. After a short stretch, legs stretched in front of him beneath the table, his lashes fluttered, eyes blinking open.
He watched as Yuta blinked once, twice, close his eyes, before his eyes shot open and he jolted into a sitting position, his knee banging on the table. He cursed, holding his legs before turning back to the Chinese next to him, eyes wide, "What the fuck are you doing here!?"
Sicheng looked at him unimpressed, leaning back in his chair, turning to face him, arm on the back of his chair, gesturing with the other to his set up of laptop and books in front of him, "Take a guess, smartass."
Yuta frowned at him, glaring at him, but his lips sat in a pout.
"What are you doing here? You're clearly not studying." Sicheng remarked, gesturing to his bag next to him, the empty space in front of him. "You have a perfectly good apartment to sleep in, why sleep here?
Yuta bit his lip. "None if your business." He snapped. He got up, nearly stumbled, but didn't, and picked up his bag. He disappeared into the shelves before Sicheng could stop him. He chuckled, it isn't often he gets to see the older when he wakes up, or hears the small grunts he makes when he stretches before opening his eyes that stay hooded, unable to properly stay open.
He shook his head. He needs to study. He turned back to sit properly, to focus on his work, after all, he does need to get higher marks than Yuta, he still needs to be taken down a notch after all. He snickered before looking back to his textbook, trying his best to ignore the lingering scent of vanilla that seemed to cover the place.
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