So infinity is coming into its end and I am ending it there. No more third sequel hahaha sorry for those who were anticipating.

But i wanna try a collegeau story after this. Since Tales of New Moons is in hiatus i am taking a break in supernaturals after infinity until i got the feels again XDDD

So I am currently writing

"CUT THE CRAP_WHAT IS LOVE?"

lame title i know!!

ugh~ and it's a little bit of cliche story but i'm inspired with simple love stories

Those who would read this you'll have a sneak peek! READY?!!

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Black hair flat on his forehead, thick rimmed glasses on, long sleeved gray sweatshirt, old jeans, worn out sneakers and black knapsack. He glanced at himself on the mirror before grabbing his mp3 and earphones. As he went out of his room, he practically slid on the stairs as he looked at his wrist watch.

Baekhyun shifted on his feet while he stood outside the gates. People are greeting each other, old friends asking about their summer break. He could note the classes of the people entering the place. Classes—meaning their social status.

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He had the worst morning ever. When he got out of his shower, he was met with burnt eggs and sugar abused coffee of their newest maid. Of all the things, he hated not having a full breakfast. But he’s going to be late for the first day of his university life so he just yelled at the maid and went to his car and drove out of the mansion.

On the way to the school he picked up his cousin, Sehun.

completely useless.”

“Hyung you had the scariest face of all the first years today. Can you at least make that frown disappear

from your face?”

“That can’t do. I’m so pissed off at those good for nothing maids. They are either noisy, flirty or

“If I were them, I would resign too if you’re my boss.” The younger said while tilting his tab from left to

right, concentrating on the race game while his cousin was busy driving to their school. “You see you had

the title on your head, Chanyeol hyung, ‘The Demon Elf’—ow! What the hell?”

“Stop calling me that or I swear this would be your last ride.”

“I’m just joking!”

Chanyeol pulled his car on the university parking lot and went out, removing the sunglasses to get a good view of their campus. It was a dream come true to be a student in Xavier University of Arts. Although most of the programs here were for arts obviously, it still has academic courses.

for this is his life.

He was here to major in music. He always loved composing; spending his day listening to music, play

with notes on his piano and guitar. Even though his father was against it, he still went for it. His reason?

They’re not the ones who would study and they don’t have any right to dictate him what he should take

Waiting for the first bell to ring, he stood there leaning against the hood of his car, Sehun by his side still preoccupied by the game on his tab. He was leisurely looking at the other students coming from the gate when he saw how a certain group of girls bumped on someone. The guy didn’t seem to mind the girl’s comment and stood up, dusting himself and adjusting his glasses.

He fought a snort. Come on this is college, stop acting like a high school freshman who’s afraid to go to school because of bullies. Chanyeol shook his head and watch the nerdy guy walked in. “He’s not going to survive here…” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing.” The bell rang was their cue to separate.

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“What? Are you gonna just stare at me like that?! How about a simple sorry?!”

When he didn’t get any answer, he passed the man, purposely brushing his forearms on his shoulder and took his tray on their table. Wet jeans completely forgotten.

In the middle of his lunch, he caught a glimpse of a gray sweatshirt and black hair approaching their table. He raised his head and found that clumsy, lame guy placing a cupcake on his tray, with a wafer stick stabbed on the middle and a small sticky note on the cupcake’s wrapper.

The guy bowed at him and walked away, out of the cafeteria.

Chanyeol took the cupcake and snatched the note. And against the sky blue paper was a neat, elegant hand writing saying ‘Sorry’.

This got him staring at the said note, then at the wafer stick stuck on the cupcake. Why would he bother buying him sweet treat and place a note on it when he could have just said ‘Sorry’ right after it happened? But he didn’t want to admit, not even to himself, he found the gesture…cute.

A small smile crept on his lips as he shoved the wafer in his mouth.

Sweet.