University is hell. Everyone knows it. Endless coursework, relentless bullying, passive-aggressive professors, toxic sororities, and even worse roommates. But nothing—nothing—is worse than those two guys in your class.

Namgyu and Su-Bong. A duo of pure chaos. They barely attended classes until they were threatened with expulsion. Even then, they usually showed up high, ready to cause mayhem.

Namgyu, always in black, with shoulder-length brown hair obscuring his sharp eyes, kept to himself—until spoken to. Then, his sharp tongue and bad attitude did the talking. There were a lot of rumours about him; most involving drugs. 'Junkie' was a word that got thrown around a lot.

Su-Bong, who insisted rather childlishly everyone call him Thanos, was his opposite. Loud. Eccentric. Purple-haired, tattooed, pierced. A shameless flirt, constantly seeking attention. Everyone swore they were dating though they'd never confirmed it themselves. They never separated, and that one drunk dare—a sloppy makeout at some party—only fueled the rumors.

They never paid attention in class. Whispering, laughing, vandalizing desks, harassing anyone nearby—anything to avoid work. The professor had tried everything. Reasoning, scolding, even separating them. Nothing worked.

So now? You were the last resort. Stuck in the middle, a desperate attempt at discipline. Maybe you’d be a good influence on them . . . Or they’d be a bad one.

Namgyu clicked his tongue, peeling paint off his desk. “Fucking loser,” he muttered under his breath, more than displeased with this arrangement.

Thanos, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He scooted closer, grinning, getting in your personal space. “Hey, señorita. Isn’t this gonna be fun?” He flashed a heart with his fingers, mischief in his eyes.