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University, a place where students who aspire to have a future and help achieve their dreams by coping towards the torturous hours of the day with professors who manipulatively convince you that all of this hard work will soon pay off. It wasn't an easy life to anyone who's not dedicated or as hardworking and willing to get into any college. Those who stand out and excel in their own departments like academics and athletes have the higher payroll to be admitted into their designated collegial works.
Seoul University, a place where two inhabitants attend that has made its name known because of these two students.
Kim Mingyu, 23, 3rd year in the Athletics Department, known among the crowd of boys and girls for being the mascot of an athlete. He's got it all, from his looks, to his body proportions, with an astonishing height advantage that guys despise over and have girls falling head over heels for him. The bonus factors is that Mingyu is one of the nicest and flirtatious people in all throughout. His personality is very easy to fall for with a tooth-rotting smile that can capture anyone's heart whoever sees it. Overall, he's the destined University sweetheart and whoever gets this all-in-one pack of a guy is a lucky son of a bitch. Not to mention, Mingyu volunteers at recreational centers for children who want to learn sports and the bastard can cook a whopping ass meal.
Jeon Wonwoo, 24, 4th year in the English Department, known for being one of the intellectual icons for the university. Casually has a book or two around with him wherever he goes. With round glasses and a pretty sculpted face, Wonwoo has the looks that makes people swoon over him too. He may be the top nerd of the university, but he's got his looks cut out for him. Averaging of a 4.0 GPA and always ending his year with overfilled credentials with professors praising the young intellect and wishing him the best of luck after university. He's stoic and serious whenever needed but once you break down his shells of awkward social contact, Wonwoo is a person who's nice to talk to for long periods of time. Book club president, always dressed well-mannered for the occasion, oh, and it's been heard he's a pro gamer too from the mentions of his colleagues.
Without these two role models, their university wouldn't have been known to have such attractive and intellectual students. Just over the past year, over 5000 students had wanted to enter this university and took entrance exams, just to see Mingyu and Wonwoo at their full glory, walking around the halls, in the gymnasiums, Wonwoo being in the library.
Although, one person didn't even bother to listen to the rumors of these two.
Lee Seokmin, 23, 3rd year in Music Theory, who just moved to Seoul recently, and needed to go back to university so that his credentials can be passed on. Seokmin was just an ordinary university student, struggling to even pass some of his courses, if not that his Music Theory classes were what kept him from being dismissed from his university life. Having ramen packs for his lunch and dinner, take outs sometimes if he felt lucky to have even made money but now that he's moved to Seoul, he needed a job fast.
Seokmin luckily had a friend in Seoul already living in one of the dorms for university students and had asked inwardly if they had space for him. That friend being Boo Seungkwan, a classmate and best friend of his for god knows how long. Seungkwan happily obliged on him staying and didn't had to worry about paying rent as long as he found a job first.
"Seokmin, did you apply to Seoul University yet?" Seungkwan said, chilling on his bed. Seokmin looked up from his laptop, still trying to find a job.
"I already did. Why?" He asked back.
"So many students wanna get in. Because of those two..." Seungkwan mumbled. Seokmin shrugged it, focused on finding a job.
He scored a job soon at the university's library, for late night shift workers. Seokmin was enthralled, not having to worry about making money now as he can make it while attending his university. Over the counter isn't so bad. At least he'll also be able to use the library's books and study for his own courses too.
"Hey Seokmin, what take-out do you want tonight?" Seungkwan called him, Seokmin shrugged again, gesturing that anything is fine.
It's a new day and classes are upon them. Seokmin and Seungkwan waking up early as of 5 am to even prepare themselves. Mostly because Seokmin is still unbeknownst what is located in the campus and that he asked Seungkwan to take him on a tour, find his classes for him etc. It was all going good, them just walking around, feeling the autumn chill breeze when a car pulls up onto the campus' parking lot, looking real expensive, the colour red couldn't have looked so red before.
All of a sudden, a group of students raced up to the car, startling Seokmin. He points it out to Seungkwan and he just sighs.
'"That's Kim Mingyu. Reasons as to why some students wanted to attend Seoul University is mostly because of him." Seungkwan gives a glare at the crowd, when they were having such a peaceful and relaxing morning. Seokmin just looks at the group, still waiting for this Kim Mingyu person to get out of his car.
The bell rings suddenly, the starting of classes for the new semester alerts them. Without paying the group more attention, Seungkwan bids Seokmin farewell until their Music Theory. Seokmin beelines for his Psych 104, not wanting to be late. 'What a weird campus.'
Seokmin finds his class, sees a bunch of colleagues and wonders who he'd meet. Not wanting to seem like a bystander, he just takes an empty seat on the front of the class, and waits for the professor. Everyone seems to know everyone pretty well, the conversation around him is all about what they had done throughout their break and what courses they took, all the university talk and stuff. He looks to his right, and tries to introduce himself to the person with the mullet hair, clothes looking quite stylish for his taste.
"Hey! I'm Lee Seokmin, 3rd year of Music Theory!" He politely greeted, showing his signature eyesmile.
Mullet guy looks at him and greets him back. "Xu Minghao, also 3rd year, major in Theatre and Performance Arts." He smiles belatedly.
"Oh, same age? We can be great friends!" Seokmin enthused. "I actually just transferred here and I'm trying to not have an awkward tension whenever I'm in this class by not knowing anyone."
"Oh? That's interesting. I also just transferred here, I'm from China. Been in Korea for a while now." The small talk ensues, until their professor walks in.
"Alright everyone, settle down. Welcome back to Psych 104. I assume you've all acquainted yourselves with your peers. It's time to look at the criteria for this course this year..." The professor continued to talk.
In a swift move, the door had swung open and was greeted by a student, panting as if he looked like he ran here. Raven-coloured hair, glasses that look real cute on him, grey suited coat that perfectly framed his broad shoulders. Everyone in Seokmin's class started to mutter at the student for the sudden interruption.
"I-I'm so sorry... I was up all night studying." A deep calloused voice spoke, quite intriguing to listen to.
"You always do this at the beginning of a new semester Wonwoo-ssi. Please take a seat. You should be grateful that you're favoured with an intellect that no one has." The professor spoke to him. Wonwoo bowed his way to excuse his tardiness, finding a seat at the back of the class. 'What class act excuse... But why did the teacher praise him?' Seokmin wondered that for the rest of their class time.
Seokmin should've really expected Psych to be a boring class, almost dozing off if not for his new friend, Minghao, keeping him awake.
"Why'd you take Psych if you knew its boring?" Minghao asked, the latter two exiting their class and prepping for their next ones.
"You see, I'm in dire lack of credits for this year. I swear if I could take another Music Theory class, I would if I can. But I can't..." Seokmin said. The two of them had actually similar courses throughout the whole day except the one missing class of Music Theory.
An idea popped up to Minghao, "you know, we have Vocal classes too right? Why didn't you take them?" Minghao looked at him with curiosity.
"Wait, how'd you know I even sing?" He looked bewildered.
"Oh, I stalked your insta. You know its not so common of a name. Also, you have a voice, use that to win over some credits."
"Wow, we just met for an hour and you already go stalking me. Also, thanks." Seokmin forgot he uploaded covers of himself on his insta. And why didn't he think of Vocal class? It's perfect, an easy credit course, and he can get to sing. Minghao pats him in assurance that he'll do great.
"Oh yeah, do you know anything about Kim Mingyu?" Seokmin remembered from the morning incident. That still stuck to his mind, as well as that Wonwoo guy.
"Hm? You don't know? Oh right, you just transferred." Minghao fumbles for his phone. Opening his insta app to search for Kim Mingyu. He gives his phone to Seokmin and lets him inspect it for himself. To his own bewilderment, Seokmin was... shocked and terrified.
The reasons to his expressions as follows:
1) This Kim Mingyu fella has... a shit ton of followers and posts quite a lot of pics. And most of the pics is himself posing with whatever scenario is happening on the background.
2) Holy fuck he looks like a dream come true. The pics looked like God himself put a filter to prettify and accentuate Mingyu's tall posture and make him look even more attractive than before. TLDR; He's fucking hot and should be illegal for looking like that.
3) This guy attends the same living, breathing, studying place as Seokmin does and he is pretty much bewildered still.
4) Mingyu looks so expensive and knows how to dress himself. No wonder for the car he just came in with this morning. He has a fashion style that pars with Minghao.
5) He has a pet dog! Seokmin has one too! And his name is Aji! What a cute fluffball!
"You done?" Minghao breaks Seokmin's trance of admiring Mingyu, snatching his phone back to text his friends.
"You're telling me a guy like that exists? Here? Wahhh, that explains this morning's incident with a bunch of crack heads..." Seokmin exclaimed. Minghao shrugged.
Surely though, Seokmin is never going to have the chance of encountering him anytime soon at such a huge campus, not to mention, people ogling over him. Of course, that will never happen... right?