Quite the opposite of Slenderman, Do Kyungsoo came to a stop a few paces from Sehunâs table. The carnival held little interest and the noise of festivities could still be heard through the walls of the otherwise quiet library. That is, with the exception of Sehunâs spot. Here, filled bookcases blocked the dyn just enough for Kyungsooâs sensitive nerves. Not too quiet to induce phantom sounds, but not too loud to grate away the last of his reserves before he could finish his lab report for genetics.
For a man who spent most of his life stealing from others, working was still a foreign concept to him. Distractions often outweighed his desire to put himself on a limb for complete strangers, but his sick days pilled up higher than his professors could tolerate. At this point in the game, work had become the lesser of two evils. Tucked away in the library, heâd hoped to be alone, away from the noise and smells, but he seemed to have gotten on Lady Luckâs bad side.
âOh,â Kyungsoo replied, juggling the bag slung over his shoulder. âConvenient.â
Of course, the only table insulated from the buzz of the carnival was already taken by someone who looked determined to keep it that way. He was too tired to throw up a facade and sat down without so much as asking if someone else might be sitting there. His bag slammed down against the table, daring the other student to tell him he couldnât stay.
  He recognised the student almost immediately. It wasnât that difficult to spot anyone from the 8AM Chemistry course, seeing as majority of the enrolled tended to skip more often than they actually attended class. Which left a little over a dozen students whose faces Sehun saw on a regular basis, one of them being the short brunette. Theyâve never spoken before (which wasnât too odd, considering as Sehun wasnât all-too-approachable), and aside from knowing one-fifth of his schedule, the Sophomore didnât know anything about the latter.Â
  âMhm,â Sehun nodded at the rather empty statement, watching his classmate take a seat. A bit surprised his own words havenât put the other off, he proceeded to relax at the company. Sitting alone, in the off-putting silence, was getting pretty uncomfortable, despite how much he craved it, otherwise, in a normal setting. âKyungsu-ssi, right?â Sehun asked, followed by a soft cough. He didnât know exactly what compelled him to make conversation; normally, heâd put his earbuds back in and continue working, but on a rare moment of brevity he decided to at least try to be welcoming. âI believe we have Chem together. Iâm Sehun.â it didnât come off nearly as friendly as it had sounded in his head, and as per usual, his face betrayed his best intentions, but at least it was something. A conversation starter, of sorts, that Kyungsoo could either take the bait for or... not.Â
  Glancing over at his phone, digital watch reminding in solid black numbers that it was too late on a weekend to be stuck in a library. The cacophonous sounds of the celebrations were drowned down to almost nothing at the spot they were sat. Still, Sehun was aware they werenât even close to being done for the night. Licking his lips nervously (horrible habit he ought to stop), he then asked a timid ânot a party type of person, or are you just done for tonight?â with the slightest hint of a smile decorating his face. God, he was awful at small talk; no wonder he never bothered with it.
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