You heartless monsters didn't react to poor Seungcheol! ・゜・(ノД`) ... jk, but seriously, I was kind of expecting some kind of reaction for Seungcheol and you guys- well- left me hanging... and kinda sad... did I execute the idea poorly?

Still though, I wonder if you guys can guess who's Mr. Fox right now... then again, I haven't given you any hints to who's Mr. Fox, but it would be fun to see who you think Mr. Fox is.

Also, should I bump up the rating for this story or only for certain chapters?

"W-What?!" Hansol's eyes widen.

"Yeah, we kinda use the cover that we're 'enthusiasts' about the Fox Game," Soonyoung rolls his eyes, "But that's completely ridiculous 'cause only sadists would ever like this game."

"I probably wasn't doing such a good job of giving that impression when you met me though... to be fair it was kind of a rough morning," Seokmin awkwardly laughs.

"Practically speaking though, you'd join this secret club, right?" Soonyoung inquired.

There was a moment of silence as Hansol tried to process what had just been told to him, staring at the three along with the board that was full of notes and profiles of students before taking a deep breath.

"Yes. Of course I will."

Hansol nearly blanked out when the weekend came rolling in and today was Sunday. He suddenly realized that he's been rewinding what happened on Friday with Seungcheol doing everything he can to avoid him over and over again as the sound of the door bell rung throughout the house.

"Oppa! There's a pretty lady at the door!"

'Pretty lady'...? Confused, Hansol quickly goes downstairs and sees Jeonghan at the door, awkwardly standing there with a plain black folder as the rest of his family stared at said 'pretty lady'.

"Uh- hi, Jeonghan-hyung," Hansol awkwardly waved.

"'Hyung'?!" Hangyeol gasped (and made Hansol feel all the more awkward).

"H-Hello- um- may I come in...?" Jeonghan tensely asked.

"Yeah, just follow me..." he watched for a moment at how his family were staring at Jeonghan in amazement in a not so subtle way as the long-haired boy took off his shoes at the entrance before bowing with a small smile towards them. He soon quickly follows Hansol.

"Sorry about my family, it's just really rare in the U.S. to have boys breaking gender boundaries," Hansol says as they reached his room.

Jeonghan simply laughs in a restrained way, "It's fine... people stare at me all of the time..."

"But you don't like to have all attention on you, do you?" he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, walking over to sit on the wooden floor and patting down in the area beside him to signal Jeonghan to sit in said area.

"No, not really," the older murmurs as he sits down, placing the folder in front of them.

When Hansol looked at the folder, he noticing that it was basically empty, "Why did you bring the folder?"

"... Wait a minute," Jeonghan opens the folder and the only piece of paper in there is of messy notes and a crudely drawn picture of a cat on it, "This is my little sister's notes!"

The younger blinked before laughing, "There goes all of your notes." He slowly stops laughing when he realized that the older was smiling at him in a relieved way. Hansol asks, "Is something wrong?"

"You seemed down during art history, so I thought that maybe we could just hang out," Jeonghan smiled in a carefree way.

"Jeez, look at a senior teaching a freshman that procrastinating is okay," Hansol playfully rolled his eyes.

"Oh quiet you," Jeonghan playfully hits the younger, "We wouldn't get anything done with your hormones acting up on your mood anyways."

"Hey!" Hansol grins before noticing how different the older acted when outside of school. His mood immediately sours at remembering how everything went terribly wrong on Friday and how Seungcheol still hasn't contacted him, "Hyung, are students always like that?"

"Always like what?" he blinks.

"Just... constantly gossiping... like they're almost two-faced..."

"In my opinion, it kind of does seem like everyone is two-faced at that school," the older admits, positioning his knees so that he could lay his chin on them.

"Like you?"

"And what is that suppose to mean?" he pouts.

"You're so relaxed and mischievous compared to that 'angel' image at school..." Hansol murmurs, staring at the floor.

"Wow, you could tell when I've only been at your house for five minutes?... And I'm just insecure at school, so I have a soft image at school but everyone finds it suspicious because... well, you know what happens there..."

Hansol turns to look at Jeonghan, "Have you met anyone at school who isn't two-faced?"

There was a moment of silence as Jeonghan thought before answering with, "Four-ish."

"'Four-ish'?" Hansol raised an eyebrow.

"Minki-hyung, Jisoo, you, and... Junhui..." he noticed how the last student was said in an almost sad tone.

Jeonghan sighs, "Junhui... is a special case in a sense... I mean, he is an actor and all of that, but I trust him... it doesn't seem like he trusts me though... but that would be applied to everyone he meets."

He hesitates a bit before asking, "How did you meet Junhui-ssi?"

"For the first week he had trouble in making friends since he wasn't fluent in Korean. I approached him first with Jisoo and he was so shocked that we were patient enough to help him. He's a lot sweeter than you think," Jeonghan smiled nostalgically.

"... Why don't you talk to him still?"

Immediately, the older's smile was replace with a disappointed look, "Mr. Fox. Then rumors grew out of control and Junhui started avoiding me. Maybe to protect me? Him? Jisoo? Or maybe he hated me once he heard about me being a sl-"

"Stop it, you're putting yourself down." Hansol said sadly, "And... more people like you for who you are then you think. Jisoo's been there for you no matter what, right?" to which Jeonghan simply nods. He smiles reassuringly, "And I'll be there for you too. No matter what."

The older chuckles sadly, "I know... you pinky-promised that, remember?"

"Ugh, don't remind me of one of my most embarrassing moments," Hansol couldn't help but groan.

That night, he felt a bit happier before his phone vibrated, signalling that he got a text message.

Once Hansol looks at his screen, his mood dropped a bit at the sight that Seokmin had texted him [after they exchanged phone numbers to keep themselves updated about any news regarding the Fox Game]. He clicks on the message.

Rumors are spreading from student to student that Mr. Fox might be writing two letters for tomorrow.

And for a moment he felt his heart stop.

 Vous êtes-vous donné faux espoir? Vous avez juste fait une promesse vide de sens.