Mingyu had known Psychology wasn’t the easiest major to study, but he came to realize several months into his second year of university that he underestimated the amount of work he would be receiving. Essay after essay he had been completing all throughout autumn, and he grew tired of his routine.
Every time Junhui and him obtained a great amount of work, they would always complete (or attempt to) their assignments in Mingyu’s room due to their similar work ethics. However, Mingyu was going nowhere with his most recent paper, and the impending due date seemed to be closing in on him.
“Guys, you know I love you, but either Junhui needs to shut the hell up or Minghao needs to leave.”
“You’re just jealous,” Minghao jested, lifting his head …show more content…
Junhui chuckled, “we came here ‘cause of you, you know. Don’t fall asleep on me.”
“Right, sorry”.
Pressing his lips together, Mingyu looked at their table.
“Hey, do you have The Interpretation of Dreams?”
Junhui browsed through his stack. “Mmmm, no,” he informed.
Mingyu yawned, and rose from his seat.
“K then, i’m gonna look through the books”.
“Okay”.
In the dim lighting, Mingyu walked through the rows of bookshelves, admiring the different colors. Running his hand along the shelves, he perused through the rows under “Pyschology” until he reached the Fs. Looking at a picture of the book on his phone, Mingyu searched for the beige cover.
Unsuccessful in finding what he was looking for, he returned to Junhui.
“It’s not there,” Mingyu sulked.
Junhui glanced up at the boy, smiling at his petulant face. Although he was pretty smart, Mingyu was such a baby sometimes.
“Try asking the librarian,” Junhui suggested.
Dragging his feet through the library, Mingyu passed by the rows of tables. More people seemed to have left, and he wondered what time the library closed.
Once the front desk was in Mingyu’s view, he slowed his steps after he took notice of the boy behind
Every time Junhui and him obtained a great amount of work, they would always complete (or attempt to) their assignments in Mingyu’s room due to their similar work ethics. However, Mingyu was going nowhere with his most recent paper, and the impending due date seemed to be closing in on him.
“Guys, you know I love you, but either Junhui needs to shut the hell up or Minghao needs to leave.”
“You’re just jealous,” Minghao jested, lifting his head …show more content…
Junhui chuckled, “we came here ‘cause of you, you know. Don’t fall asleep on me.”
“Right, sorry”.
Pressing his lips together, Mingyu looked at their table.
“Hey, do you have The Interpretation of Dreams?”
Junhui browsed through his stack. “Mmmm, no,” he informed.
Mingyu yawned, and rose from his seat.
“K then, i’m gonna look through the books”.
“Okay”.
In the dim lighting, Mingyu walked through the rows of bookshelves, admiring the different colors. Running his hand along the shelves, he perused through the rows under “Pyschology” until he reached the Fs. Looking at a picture of the book on his phone, Mingyu searched for the beige cover.
Unsuccessful in finding what he was looking for, he returned to Junhui.
“It’s not there,” Mingyu sulked.
Junhui glanced up at the boy, smiling at his petulant face. Although he was pretty smart, Mingyu was such a baby sometimes.
“Try asking the librarian,” Junhui suggested.
Dragging his feet through the library, Mingyu passed by the rows of tables. More people seemed to have left, and he wondered what time the library closed.
Once the front desk was in Mingyu’s view, he slowed his steps after he took notice of the boy behind