Hey guys!

long time no see, eh? Well, I’ve been busy with Eid and Ramadhan, I rarely had time to breathe. But fret not, I’m still here and kicking. 

I’m here with two BONUSES! Before the actual chapter because, and I don’t mean to sound mean or disappointed, some people were starting to get bored with Minseok and Suho, plus Mina’s disappointing actions regarding them. Since the next chapter is still circling around these two boys until their arc is semi-finished, I didn’t want you guys to read it in boredom, so I prepared two bonuses for the other boys to get you all pumped up for MinMin and MinSu! Yeaaaaaahhhhhhh

BTW: I repositioned the Bonuses under the chapters and will continue to do that from now on. I don’t want them to be cluttered and messy, so watch out of the {NEW} signs if you forget where we stopped, ahaha XD 

ENJOY’

Bonus 3#: Before the 001 chapter! 

Mina’s slick was invited by Yixing, two days prior to his exam, so that she could tutor him at math, which was okay with her because math was her best subject and she could ace any math tests with eyes closed. However, after the pleasantries with Yixing and the snacks he offered her, she quickly got indulged by her laptop and the games she downloaded there.

Well, it wasn’t her fault her boys were obsessed with gaming that she just had to get infected, and it wasn’t like Yixing minded.

Until two hours later, when he began to whine at how difficult understanding math was, or how annoying numbers are, or that everything began to swirl around his head like a messy bile of absolute . Mina raised her head a little from her laptop where she was wedged between the sofa, and the desk to give Yixing a look, watching his misery, but her attention was quickly snatched by her character dying a severe death.

Seeing that his disheveled appearance, huge eye-bags, and his fluffed hair didn’t dwindle her rock solid heart; Yixing started to whine again.

“Yah, Mina, you’re good at math, aren’t you?”

“I’m an engineering major,” Mina answered monotonously, eyes set and focused on her laptop screen. “I’ll be worried if I’m not.”

Yixing rolled his eyes from the table he was occupying in the adjoining kitchen a few steps away from her, giving his strewn books and pens on the table across a scathing look, lips pursed.

“You know that I have a quick mathematic class to pass from my third year, right?” He said, again, distracting her from her game where she was dying again. “But I don’t think I’ll ever get over it. I at math.”

“I know that,” she murmured, imagining his cute little pout directed at her from behind. “I’m still obliviously unaware why you chose accounting as a career path in university when your math ability is.. eh.”

“Eh?” Yixing confusedly repeated, unaware of what ‘Eh’ meant. Her head worked in strange ways, and he didn’t know half of the things she spewed randomly. Mina rolled her eyes as if it was plainly obvious.

“You know, short for Enough Horror to last you a lifetime.”

“Rude.” He mumbled, pouting, and returned to messing around with his pile like a kicked puppy. Mina paused her game with a sigh, relenting, and kicked her laptop aside with a pout herself, twirling around to face Yixing with that pout.

“Okay, I’m just joking. What can I help you with?”

“I was thinking that instead of you playing LoL for the remaining hours you’re here, you could, I don’t know, help me understand this ?” Yixing pointed at the pile of books and papers and colored pens distastefully, soon grumbling and pouting like a child. “Do what you came here for?”

“You’re a when you’re frustrated.”

Even then, she stood up from her place to walk over to him, pulling one of the chairs out from under the table to sit her next to him and snatching a purple pen from his, quickly guiding her eyes over the messy handwritten notes by Yixing alongside the mathematics formulas around. 

“Honey; math pulls everyone’s bad side,” Yixing whispered like a tutored soul, it made her feel slightly bad at him and for playing LoL when he needed her. “It should be illegal. I’m pretty positive someone went actually mental because of math and is living their last days in an asylum.”

“Yixing.” She laughed, amused of his words for a bit and also because she was aware of how infectious her laughter can be around Yixing. True to herself, Yixing’s lips quirked into a smile, his eyes growing back alive from the dimmed light they were swimming in a few seconds ago.

“What? I’m annoyed, okay. Can’t believe when I’ll be done with it. Help me!”

“You know that you’ll forever be stuck with math because you’re going to be an accountant one day, right?” She said, putting a large X on one of his long notes and beginning to write a newer way of solving it. Yixing read after her curiously, concentrating more on how to solve the equation than her words. “How are you going to deal with that on a daily scale?”

“Nah, I’ll write music and sell them. I’ll be rich and buy you everything you want, sweetie, accounting is just a next plan sort of thing when music fails me.”

“Music won’t fails you, Yixing, you’re ing great at it.”

“Might as well tell my parents that.” He mumbled, pouting, and she sighed, reaching over to pat his pretty and fluffy brown locks, sympathi