“If your melodrama is over, may I know which department you would like to visit, first, Donghyuck-ah?” Renjun asked his friend in a little tired tone.

“Well, as I remember, it was you and Jaemin, who had insisted me to explore this arts university of Seoul because you guys wanted me to attend at least the last year of college together with you guys.” He smiled sheepishly as he responded to his older yet little friend in a sarcastic tone. Not forgetting to raise the word 'you' a little more than needed.

Renjun was about to retort back but Jaemin already jumped in after a break of his individual silence. “Yes, yes! We missed you Haechannie! You know that Injunnie will never admit it clearly. So, I'll just state on behalf of him. I mean, you lived far away from us for years. How could we not miss you! Right, Injunnie?”

The stated man shook his head before nodding in agreement. Defeated. He looked at Donghyuck as if asking for a response.

Donghyuck chuckled at his friend's stubbornness. He loved him. He loved both of his friends. “I know, Jaemin. I missed you guys, too. A lot! I would still come just to meet you two even if it was not about the semester. Though, I can still not guarantee if I'm gonna finish it here. I really want to. But, you know my parents. Besides, I also liked the way they teach us music and vocals. I'm just clearing my points so that you won't be disappointed if my decision will not reach your expectations.” Donghyuck stated and smiled to his friends apologetically.

“Also, it's been only two years to be exact, Jaemin. Stop calling it 'for years' like it has been a century. Gosh!” He corrected Jaemin.

“We understand, Hyuck-ah. You don't need to feel bad or apologetic at all. Our friendship has always been strong through almost every hardship. And it will only get stronger.” The eldest of the three assured his younger friend. “As for your taste, I hope you will change your thinking regarding our music training, once you'll get to meet professor Kim.” He added. Sounding hopeful.

“I don't really know what you are meaning to but whatever. For my idiotic friends, obviously.” The latter laughed at his own joke, receiving a smack from both of his sides.

“Aye! Chittaphon! Give my belongings back to me!” Came a voice, a little loud and muffled as the owner of the voice huffed tiredly while yelling.

“Your belongings? Hahh! I knew it was yours. Do you come here to sit and draw our Japanese little chick in here instead of working? You know how bad it will be for you if our boss bunny will get to know about it. Even Yuta will reject you before even your proposal. Sad love story. I'm crying!” The latter, who made the other man run, spoke softly as he faked being emotional.

“And, do you think our boss will be fine with you calling him 'boss bunny'? You know that only his husband can call him that. I mean it's a straight fact that he's a boss bunny. Or maybe just a bunny as I'm sure that almost nobody literally fears of him. But, respect, Ten.” The tallest man among them, joked. Earning laughter from both of his colleagues.

Ten collected himself and stopped laughing. Though, he still was breathing a little heavier as he spoke, “Welp, that's a big ass fact. I wonder if he can even scare the flies away. I can stand straight and broad right in front of him even during his scolding session.” He said gesturing at his shoulders. Probably trying hard to stretch them to make them broad.

The previous man was about to keep up their troll but a new voice chimed in. “Your shoulders are about to be torn. Please stop. What are you even trying to do, Ten?” A man with long hair and lion- like features asked as he appeared at the office area.

“Lion is roaring.” Ten said as he placed the artworks of the other man into his desk drawers. Glancing at the stated man only to meet the fiery glares.

“Thank you, Jungwoo!” The man with long hair mockingly thanked the tallest man before continuing, “Now everybody calls me lion and even sometimes treats me like one. I doubt if I'll be dragged to some central zoo, someday.”

Jumgwoo looked at the latter giving his puppy eyes before speaking, “You don't like, Yuta? Or, Lion?”

Yuta couldn't argue back. Nobody could deny Jungwoo's puppy eyes. “Haww!” He gestured as a little lion. His colleagues couldn't control but coo and melt at his action.

“He is so cute. He's always so cute. Isn't he, Sicheng?” Ten asked the owner of the hidden artworks. Innocently. Earning daggers from the said man and chuckles from the tallest man.

The Japanese man made a confused face before saying, “Seriously, you guys live in a whole other dimension or what?”

“We are on a whole other level, baby.”

“Chittaphon!” Yelled Sicheng. A little too loudly that his voice echoed. Earning all the attention. “Sorry.” He then added looking down after realizing. Embarrassed.

Ten smirked looking into Sicheng's direction. Feeling proud of himself for burning his colleague of jealousy.

Yuta shook his head. He then went to his desk as he spoke, “Whatever. I just can not with you guys. Let's start working. Have any of you even completed a single task for today?”

“Aww… You can not, but you still do.” Ten cooed at his Japanese colleague. “And, who the hell cares about tasks being done?” We just-”

“Well I do.”

Ten recognized the voice so clearly. He regretted recognizing it, though. He looked up at the man standing by their office door. He gulped before uttering, “Good day. Boss. How have you been today?” He tried sounding cheerful and calm. However, his panicked features could be seen.

“Ten, I have already told you many times that it's okay if you just call me Dongyoung or Doyoung. I literally don't care about these formalities. At least if it's just us. All I ask is for the work to be done on time. Yet, here you are. Trying to broad or may I say torn your shoulders.” Dongyoung stated. Earning a few chuckles from his employees except Ten.

Ten was about to utter again. Probably an apology. But Dongyoung continued before he could speak, “Anyways, I wanted to inform you that we will leave a little earlier today. Got some plans with hubby.” Their boss smiled at the thought of his husband. “So, please, try to get at least a few projects done. I'm requesting.” He then added as he went back to his usual panicked bunny character.

“No worries. Boss. We are still single doesn't mean we will prevent you from living your love life.” Sicheng joked. Not about the term 'single', though.