“Kim Mingyu, what am I to you?” Wonwoo huffed as he entered the dorm.

“Huh? Oh, hey, hyung! You are… My roommate, my friend and the person who lends me your laptop,” a large smile was sent in Wonwoo’s direction as Mingyu looked up from the bright screen before him.

“Then why have you been ordering me to get your meals for these two days?” Wonwoo resisted the urge to fling the boxed lunch in Mingyu’s face and set the styrofoam box on the table instead.

“Because.” That was all Mingyu gave as a reason as he removed himself from his little warm hole under his blanket and moved towards his meal.

“Don’t play this game with me,” Wonwoo muttered, quickly grabbed the box away from the younger’s reach.

“Hyung, my food!” Mingyu cried out as he reached for the food held away from his grasp.

“Or more like the food I bought for you,” Wonwoo muttered before continuing, “Here’s the deal- For dinner, I want you to get yourself out of the room and have dinner with me at the cafeteria-”

“No,” Mingyu‘s reply came even before the older male could finish. Mingyu didn’t want to since he didn’t want to see the reaction of the school to the havoc he had wrecked in the simulation room two days ago.

“Alright then, I’m having this for myself,” Wonwoo twisted away from the other and opened up the packed meal.

“W-Wait! Fine! I’ll have dinner at the cafeteria- Just give me my lunch,” Mingyu, who panicked at other’s unexpected actions, quickly interjected.

“You promised, Mingyu,” Wonwoo who broke into a smile passed the box over to Mingyu.

“Yea, just for the food.”

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“Hyung, you lied,” Mingyu mumbled as he found himself being pulled around the campus for an impromptu tour and he had to say as much as he enjoyed the company of his room mate, Wonwoo was a really boring tour guide.

“No, I didn’t, I am letting you familiarize yourself with the academy’s environment,” Wonwoo waved off Mingyu’s complains as he continued to bring him around the the school.

“And why are we outside? It’s very warm, you know?” Mingyu trudged beside the older male, and  continued to shoot his complaints. Being under the sweltering summer heat and and clothed in the wrong attire for the weather, the sweat that was turning his skin sticky was making him rather uncomfortable.

“Well, that must have ,” a voice from slightly ahead chuckled.

Eyes flickering to look in the direction of the voice, Wonwoo found himself staring at the familiar ombre purple haired male. A moment and it clicked within Mingyu - he was the person tidying the desk in the testing room a few days ago.

The ombre haired male, who had carefully detached himself from where he was squatting, made his way over to the other two, “A very sunny good afternoon to both of you.”

“Hey, Jeonghan hyung,” Wonwoo chuckled at the elder’s greeting before commenting with a grin, “I see the sun’s not stopping you from gardening.”

“My babies deserve my undivided attention, plus I have some help too,” The ombre haired male gestured to the bright flowers standing proudly in a harmony of colours.

“Your helper would appreciate some help right now,” Came a gruff voice from the bend of the corner. Instead of seeing a person appearing round the bend, two heavy brown paper packages floated by, settling themselves by Jeonghan’s feet.

Mingyu felt his jaw grow slack at the floating bags before he was greeted by the sight of a familiar face. He was that male talking to Jihoon few days back.

“Ah! The fertilisers! Love you lots, Seungcheol,” Jeonghan broke into a full smile as he posed a quick heart with his arms before turning to Mingyu, “Meet Seungcheol, he’s my saviour- I mean imagine carrying these bags of fertilisers, it would have taken me half the day.”

“You better treat me to something good later for all the work I have done, you could have done this on your own you know,” The black haired male, Seungcheol chuckled as he walked over, dropping another brown bag he was carrying on the ground to before slinging a casual arm over the other’s shoulder.

“Please- You wanted to help. Furthermore, I am helping you work out, you can grow those guns out,” Jeonghan chuckled as he patted Seungcheol lightly on the arm.

“Will that impress you?” Seungcheol asked with a grin as he  flexed his free arm, the muscles rippling beneath the thin cloth now translucent from the sweat.

“Hm…” Jeonghan put on a show as he tapped his chin lightly, shooting a sly smile, “Who knows?”

“And, uhm leader, entertain your juniors like a good senior you claim to be,” Jeonghan noticed at the unblinking stares of the younger males, quickly pushing Seungcheol away, widening the distance between the two.

“I am a good senior- You could have left you the last part. Ah- Wonwoo...” S