College [#1]
Title: College (1: New)
Author: intothecube
Pairing: B2stORG3= DooSeob, JunSeung, KiWoon.
Rating: PG (i guess)
Summary:Being a student, regardless the sector, has never been simple. Not when torments of life are added to the already born problems.
A/N: I don't know what I'm doing, but yeah..My english skills suck..I'm sorry..
" GOAL! "
Loud cheers and cries of victory, amazement and happiness exploded near the football field. Players jumped on each other, exclaiming their happiness as girls cheered them.
Seoul University Football Club had the weird but understanding habit to gather girls from all different branchs, if some of them had hated each other for years, none couldn't deny that football had gathered them. Or rather, football players had gathered them, to other students' opinions. Different men, coming from the Medical branch, the Economy branch or the Literary branch were called every Friday evening and at the end of month to compete against another team. And, not that they weren't good players-no, because they were- but students had all acknowledged that if girls from the whole university came every time they would practice or play, it was only and clearly because some players had been chosen as the best matchs and best future husbands of Seoul, and because most of the players were definitely handsome man, studying in importants study courses.
The screams generated by the girls caught two men's attentions, they were now ,as the rest, leaning against barriers, watching the game. Actually, the redhead had dragged the other one near the field, stunned by the cheers. " Who scored? ", asked the redhead.
" The number 19, Yoon Doojoon. " His friend replied, pointing to the player and the redhead nodded as his eyes focused on the man's feathures. He was tall, had broad shoulders and muscular arms and chest. His eyes gave off a cold feeling but they could turn in sweet eyesmiles when he smiled, he also had black hair stucking to his face, sweat flowing slowly along his neck. The redhead bit his lips, and whispered. " He seems to be very popular. "
" He is and he can. He is an Economy student, his speciality are called " Fluctuation of exchange " and "European Economy". His dad owned the Yoon Company, they are specialized in trading tends, and something else..And looking at all the girls, and you, he has handsome feathures, hasn't he Yoseob? "
The redhead whirled his head, narrowed his eyes and scowled. " How about you shut the fuck up, Yong Junhyung? I was just asking, you've just fling his whole biograpahy at me like Kwon Sohyun flung her pencil case in 6th grade! By the way, how can you know things about him? It's not like you're fond of sports or..whatever. "
Junhyung laughed at his friend's behavior, and at the memory he brought-he had to admit that Yoseob's face after Kwon Sohyun had throw her pencil case years ago was priceless. " I just know things you don't, Seob. When moments like that happens, I'm ,for once, thankful towards those fangirls..At least, hear them gossiping and fangirling the whole day has earnings. You should thank me, thanks to me, you have informations about your crush, Seob. By the bye, you are going to have competition if you want to go out with this Casanova. " The purple-hair boy smiled, yearning a smack on his arm from Yoseob, he then rubbed his arm, pointed to girls who screamed at the number 19 and added. " Oh, and you deserved what Sohyun did. "
" It's your fault if you choose the wrong course-design and mode, seriously you knew there will have girls, don't complain. And it's not my crush, bloody hell.. " Yoseob hissed, this time yearning a glare from his friend-maybe "wrong course" wasn't the word but the redhead didn't care-, he looked at the girls. " They are kind of scary..except some.. " he added, and stayed quiet.
" The funnier here is that, see the two girls over there, they are mentally killing each other only for one man, Yoon Doojoon. " Junhyung sighed. " The first girl is Choi Gina. She is studying in the Music Area course, just like you-don't you know her by the way?- her brother, Choi Minho, is the number 5 with long hair, she used him as an excuse to come and see Doojoon play. Their parents owned a noted music school, here in Seoul, but anyway, it has been five years she loves Casanova from head to toes. I doubt she confessed to him, but she does anything to catch his attention. " Junhyung smirked and pointed to another girl, near the first. " This girl, however, is Heo Gayoon. She is a part of the Architectural University Class, and she is the President of the horse-riding club. Her brother, the number 21, is Heo Changwoo, she is also using me as an excuse. Those girls are the most dangerous opponents of all and they are also the most..how could I say? Their family are one of the most influent families of Korea. "
" Where is the funny thing here? " Yoseob said, coldly. " I've already met Gina, I don't like her. She is such a diva and a drama queen, I guess that because of her parents, she thinks she is the best. I admit she has a wonderful vocie, but..her personnality is so annoying. "
" The funny thing is that Gayoon and Gina used to best friends, until Casanova slept with Gayoon. " Junhyung grinned, widely. " I love dramas. "
" In which ways does it concern me? You've gone crazy, Yong Junhyung. " Yoseob sighed, and started to walk away
" Whatever you say. " Junhyung smirked and throw his arm around the redhead's shoulders. " I can't wait to go home. I'm so fed up with school. "
" We're in October, dude. " the smaller boy elbowed him, rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. " By the way, you can consider yourself to be lucky, at least you don't have to work at the University's secretaryship. Oh, I forgot! There's a new student in your section. "
Junhyung stopped in his tracked, an eyebrow raised. " A what? " As Yoseob was going to repeat, he cut off the younger. " No, I heard what you've said. Who, why and how the fuck did you know? "
" I don't know his name, but you will recognize him, he has red hair, like really red. I bumped into him when I was going to my piano lesson, he said that he was new blahblahblah. He talked a lot, actually but I don't think I get everything. He just asked me where the Art of Design and Modelling building was. " Yoseob smiled widely. " There is going to have another guy in your classroom, Junnie. Isn't that great? "
Junhyung didn't reply and left to head to his main classroom but heard Yoseob shout and chuckle. " Well, see you tomorrow then! "
No, it isn't great. Another man? Another man was accepted in his course, after three years being the only boy in the Art of Design and Modelling section. He was not ready for that. Damn no, there was no freaking way there could have another man. Junhyung arrived just in time, the bell rang as he stepped into his class. Few minutes after, the teacher came in, following by another person. Yoseob hadn't lied, there was indeed a new guy with red hair and weird clothes in his class. Junhyung whined and sighed as the teacher introduced the man. " Hello, I'm Jang HyunSeung. Please treat me well "
Junhyung looked up suddenly, eyes wide open. HyunSeung?
The student had spent his whole free time watching him as he was working. The way his hands would knead the pastry, the way he would focus on tiny details ,on the huge cake, from the piece of chocolates to the strawberries, how the smile of the new wage earner would light up the customers. From far away, the student had watched what he desire-or rather who he desire. A smirk appeared across his face, as he turned and walked away.
From the inside of the bakery, where he has his new job, Dongwoon had felt someone watching him. But until the moment he turned around, he felt the sensation flying away. He tilted his head in confusion, furrowed his eyebrow. " Am I going crazy? "
Immediately after his class ended, Yoseob hurried to the secretary-the more he worked, the more he is payed. " Good afternoon, Ms. Kim. "
The lady turned around and smiled to the boy, feeling at ease. " Yoseob! Good thing you're here. The director has a meeting with teachers, I have to sit in. I would have ask Jiyeon to do it if she wasn't pregnant, but she is, you understand don't you? You have to put newsletters ,to prevent student that meal prices of the University are going to be higher, in their casing. "
Yoseob gave her a tiny small, the old lady has always made him smile and laugh, her bright personnality warmed up every person. Her behavior tends to make her act like a hyperactive, she has always such an energy, if it was very helpful, it was also tiring. But this time, Yoseob didn't give his usual smile, no because this time she announced bad news: meal prices will be higher which means, for Yoseob, another burden: his meal. If his job at the university payed the rent for his tiny and dusty appartment-his tuition being payed by his busy father-, the redhead has now to care about his lunch. He sighed, but eventually started to work.
Only few hours passed, and the redhead was still struggling with the newsletters. Exhaustion of school was enough to a normal person to be tired, but the boy wasn't normal-or rather lucky- and he has to deal with medical treatments. Yoseob let out a snide and mocking laughter, thinking about these medical treatments. What were they doing anyway? It wasn't working. It didn't eradicate the illness, it just fights off the virus. So Yoseob could live longer, so Yoseob could appreciate the life longer but Yoseob didn't.He was single, sick, he hasn't family, just Junhyung-maybe Junhyung was his family. But his cousin will perforce have to live his life, to study outside the city, outside the country without Yoseob-the redhead couldn't leave the country, due to his condition-and the small boy will have to let him go one day, just like he did for his brother. He couldn't withhold the persons he cares about, it would have been selfish.
" You have to let her go, Yoseob. " His father had told him after his mother's death, and the redhead had let her go,unwillingly
" You have to let me go, Yoseob. " His father hald told him after the latter discovered his illness, and the redhead had let him go, without choice.
Now that Yoseob repeats his memory, it appears as an obvious fact that his father was disgusting, scared. Maybe because Yoseob had only showed this kind of reflection to his father -a disgusting teenager who've slept with both genders of humains being, a rebel teenager who cares more about music than his family- Yoseob was also disgusting himself, he hated the person he was and he still do. He wish he had explained his teenage years to his father-yes, Yoseob was a bit rebel, no he didn't care more about music, he just tried to show how much he loves it to a parent who doesn't care, yes he slept with women and men, no it wasn't just about 'having sex', yes he was seeking from himself, yes he finally found his true self. He had been lost during those years, he had made uncountable mistakes, but would he be the person he is if he hadn't made any mistakes? The boy has serious doubt about it. Was he scared like his father? Not anymore, rather than being frighten, the boy was tired, weary and jaded, to fight, to live, to care, to be selfish, idiot, unrealistic. That's mostly the reason why he didn't care when his brother had to leave the country, because he had enough of selfishness, stupidity.
" I don't you to be inmate because of me. My actions, my consequences. "
Yoseob had said to his brother, but unlike the redhead, his older brother cried. The potent, able-bodied and amazing Yang Seungho completly broke down at his brother's statement. Being sensitive as hell, Yoseob's tears fall down as his brother hugged him, and whispered him sentences Yoseob thought he would have never heard. Seungho was still studying in America, frequently Yoseob receives mails, gifts or phonecalls from his brother and thanks to those, Yoseob understood he didn't make a mistake when he asked his brother to leave, because after 5 years in America, his brother has a fiancé. Yoseob smiled at the thoughts of his brother and Lee Byunghee, his fiancé and-
" Excuse-me?" A voice disrupt Yoseob's thoughts, the latter looked up to see a beautiful and young woman smiling down at him. He quickly stood up, bowed and tried to hide the mess he had maid on the main desk.
" How can I help you? " Yoseob asked, still arranging the office. The woman chuckled, and replied.
" Would you mind tell me where can I find the Economy student, Yoon Doojoon? " Yoseob froze, this name again. It has became regular to hear women ask about Yoon Doojoon or any others popular students, and the new policy of the University had expressly decreed not to give any informations about them to converse their private life -even if every student would acknowledge that if this policy was established, the reason was rather coming from the renowned families' complains, their "sons being devoid of respect, privacy"- but the redhead didn't care.
He did what he was ordered to do: civilly explain to the visitors that it was againt the new policy. That's what the boy told to the girl, who , unlike the rest-yes, Yoseob has to deal not only with his illness and works but also with frustrated women who fairly told him to "go do our gayjob, moronic jackass"-,gently smiled at him. " Ah, I expected those sentences. I'm Yoon Eun Hye, Doojoon's older sister. I've studied here, in the Management and Leadership Business Section. I've graduated few years ago already. "
Yoseob's eyes widened at the lady's words, she indeed seems older than most of the girls studying at the University and she has similars feathures to the man. " I will ask you to forgive me, I can't give you-"
" Yoseob? Oh, miss Yoon, what a great pleasure to see you. Please, come in! " Ms.Kim suddenly interrupted the young boy, motionning the woman to enter in another room while sending death glares to Yoseob. " I'm so sorry, the young man didn't know who you-"
Yoseob didn't hear the rest of their conversation, the door shut off loudly but to be true, he didn't mind. Those wealthy family could die in front of his eyes, the boy won't move to help them. Because none of them moved for people like him.
Soon after, the two women came out. " Yoseob. " The older lady started. " You will ,please, escort miss Yoon to mister Yoon's classroom. You can then go home. " She added, showing a small smile as Yoseob nodded, took his bags and headed towards the Economy Section building. The music student was walking in front of the woman, not looking back a single time, not until she talked. " Do you play the piano? "
Abruptly, Yoseob stopped and shyly twisted around, he nodded and muttered. " I'm studying in the Music Area. " The womang gasped, clapped her hands and smiled widely. " Great! Look, I have an important weeding in few weeks, and I was asked by the groom to play a special track for the bride. This trackhas a special meaning to them, but I'm not good to play. Would you mind teach me? I will pay you, of course. "
Money. Money, always money. Everything will forever be related to money. Don't have enough of it? Can't pay what you want, or what you need. Have too much of it? Don't give it to those who need it, be selfish and overbearing, arrogant, conceited. World isn't run by presidents, governments, nor laws, but by money. It steers laws, economy, institutions, and even feelings. What a better gift than money for politician? Money masterminds everything, even people's feelings. The earth's safe was dependent, is dependent and will be dependent on money, until the planet released its last breath.
Yoseob smiled a bit when his thoughts brought him to hum ABBA's song, in his head, 'Money,money, money, it's a rich man's world'. Unfortunately, his smile faded as he went back to reality. Unlike a lot of students at Seoul University, Yoseob needs money. Not to pay his tuition, nor his rent, but for his food and his treatment costs.
A man appeared, the door of his classroom opened and closed quietly and rapidly like Yoseob's answer. " Okay, I agree. " The bright smile of the lady expanded at the redhead's mutterrings, who quickly bowed and left, before the man could see him.
Too late.