#fraternity!au

even the sororities and fraternities held the most genuine people – squashing most of the prejudice and stigma that surrounded them. and in all honesty, who could blame you for assuming the worst about houses of men and women who, for the most part, ruled over their respective universities who partied hard on the weekends and had a continuous hangover throughout the remainder of the week – something that repeated like clockwork once friday rolled around.

kappa nu theta – a sorority that reigned supreme over the rest of the ones located on or around the campus. with a group of close-knit girls who favoured loyalty over all else. the sorority had become home to you early on in your university experience.

when wandering the main outdoor walkway of the campus, simply browsing and observing the stands that lined either side, you had been roped into a mini introduction by the head girl herself, kim doyeon.

the girl was an instant sense of familiarity in the otherwise unknown and scary new place – despite never having met her before that very day, never having seen or heard of her, and having shared but few words about yourselves personally, the two of you could tell that the bond was there in an instant.

you were quickly adopted into the house by the older girls, from there, you had met the rest of the occupants of the sorority – gahyeon, yeji, lia, chaeryeong, yuqi, and shiyeon, not counting the girls who were to join the sorority once the correct age – ones you had met at the formal events for the alumni’s and currant sorority sisters; those girls being daughters of said alumni – destined to join the sorority since birth.

it was a birthright to them.

while university life had been easy to adapt to due to the calmness of the campus as well as the support from your sorority sisters (or more so considered your new best friends) – nothing could compare to the at first, seemingly easy-going and classy house life of a sorority girl.

it was chaotic, fast-paced, obnoxiously loud at times, and had little boundaries between everyone – but these things were superficial, and would just take some time to get used to.

frantic knocking on your door startled you away from your computer, barely having enough time to turn around towards the door before doyeon pushed through it, a clothing basket filled to the brim in hand.

“i need you to put these away and then run to the liquor store and grab a few things for tonight,” she explained, quickly unloading your laundry since she needed the basket for another load. “i would ask someone else but they're all either cleaning or out grabbing other necessities – i tried to text gahyeon but she left me on read,” she rolled her eyes at the thought. gahyeon never had been good at responding.

pushing off of your chair, you began to tuck your clothes away in your dresser, nodding along to doyeon. “is there anything, in particular, you want me to get?”

doyeon collected the now-empty basket in her hands and started for the door, only stopping to look back at you with her ever so devious eyes and a half-assed smirk. “get the strongest stuff you know of – i want to be so shit-faced tonight that i forget my own name.”

“and two bottles of pink whitney!” the pink blur you had now come to know of as yuqi sped by your door, broom and dustpan in hand as she ran towards the living room area the floor below.

shaking your head at the pink-haired girl, you turned your attention to doyeon one last time, “how am i paying for all of this?” you raised a brow. “you can’t expect me to blow a hundred or more on booze for everyone?”

the smile and wink sent your way before the door was closed had answered your question.

you were going to be playing sugar mommy for the girls and the guests of kappa nu theta once again, unfortunately.

the liquor store was at least close to the university house lane – perhaps it was intentional with how many frats and sororities there were on the block beside it alone, or perhaps it was pure coincidence and a stroke of luck for the students. the sight of young adults flooding the aisles and walking out with their arms cradling the brown bags filled to the brim with tin and glass alike was astonishing even after a few years of seeing it.

this specific store always kept everything in stock – no matter how many people ventured in empty-handed and walked out with two or more bags filled to the brim with alcohol, they always kept their shelves stocked and neat. it was admirable for such an in-demand store to stay on top of things for once, especially during the highest revenue point of the year – spring break.

the phone in your back pocket continuously vibrated – the group chat no doubt requesting certain drinks for you to grab or for you to make one more side stop before returning to the house. without even looking, you knew that between the messages or requests and demands, there would be oddly angled selfies of the soon-to-be pledges – wonyoung and tsuki – the duo always managing to squirm their way into every conversation despite having no real connection to it.

they had a few more years until they could truly take part in the full sorority life.

a large portion of the cart you were pushing had already been filled to some extent – six-packs, tall cans, some of the larger glass bottles being contained within the larger part of the cart – all that was missing was the ever so highly requested pink whitney that yuqi could never go a party without.

knowing the layout of the store like the back of your own hand, you pushed the cart half-heartedly, not paying much attention to your surroundings like you normally did on these trips, which inconveniently, worked against you at this very moment for once.

your stomach hit the cart's handlebar before you could blink, the squeaky and loose tire skidded to an audible stop, and the sound of a male groaning in pain had snapped you back into reality quickly. when your eyes focused on the tall frame that had seemingly popped up out of nowhere, you tried your best to not let your eyes wander.

he was tall with broad shoulders, yet despite his size, he seemed soft and almost harmless in a sense. 

that and he had the cutest pout on his puffed-up lips that you just wanted to kiss off–

“i’m so sorry, my friend pushed me–”

“did not!” a new male entered your sight. he was smaller in frame yet large in his own right, and had a more troublesome air to him – he seemed familiar, yet you couldn’t quite place why his face caused slight annoyance to bubble in your stomach. “don’t go around telling pretty girls that i push people,” the boy winked at you quickly, yet his gaze stayed trained on the other male for the most part.

the tall boy rolled his eyes lightly but turned his attention to you – his slight annoyance dropping into a more genuine and apologetic look.

“sorry about him – are you okay?”

while your abdomen region ached, there was no real point in making the poor boy worry for your health, so you simply nodded along. “yeah, i’m okay – are you?” you couldn’t help but laugh. “i was the one who hit you with a shopping cart after all.

his ears tinged pink in embarrassment as he tried to wave you off quickly. “ah n-no i’m perfectly fine – you didn’t hit me that hard,” you could tell the tall boy was trying to play off his own injury as well – much like you did a few moments prior.

“you yelped like a kicked puppy, you liar–”

“haechan!” the boy growled.

now that name you knew – now being able to pair the name to the face.

haechan. lee “haechan” donghyuck. one of the boys from delta zeta sigma, the fraternity just down the block from your sorority.

no wonder your stomach twisted earlier at the sight of his face – while his frat brothers were for the most part nice guys, he was one of the few classic frat boys on campus. he slept around, he got so shitfaced every weekend that he’s ended up passed out face first on almost every lawn on the block, and had never quite learned how to use his manners.

he was the living embodiment of a modern-day chad.

your phone rang in your pocket, and this time, you didn’t hesitate to grab it – it gave you a valid reason to get out of the situation. you offered the taller boy an apologetic smile and a quick nod goodbye before maneuvering your cart around him and haechan, making sure to give the two, more specifically the pouty-lipped boy enough space so as to not hit him as you had before.

grabbing the last items on your list with your phone between your cheek and your shoulder, you checked out, listening to doyeon list off everything that was done, was being done, or had to be done – the girl took on too much to handle by herself sometimes without even realizing it, resorting to ranting to you when things became overwhelming.

however, you couldn’t quite focus on her words.

instead, the tall boy and his pouty lips were all you could think about.

just what was his name?

and why was such a gentle giant in the company of the devious frat boy known as lee haechan?

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Jay B isn’t sure if he knows the girl who opened the door, worse than that, he doesn’t know if she knows him, by the way she barely looked at him, he strongly believes she didn’t even saw who it was. But anyways let him in, without even asking what he wants or who he is willing to see. She turned a corner and just disappeared into thin air right after.

Her lack of concerns for safety bothers him to an unsettling extend, but that isn’t the matter right now. He is already in, now he only needs to find what he is looking for, more specifically who. Looking around the hall and the corridor he searches for a familiar face to help him with his quest.

Taking his chance, he follows up the stairs to the second floor, the house display is very similar to the one he lives at, all houses on the neighborhood are similar, god bless the pre-modeled houses. This one is definitely lighter, cleaner, and quieter –this last one is still open for debate, once it is the last week of summer vacations and many people are still not back—but all in all, the difference is obvious, it is a sorority house and not a fraternity one.

Reaching the second floor Jaebum almost runs into someone, a familiar face at last. “Hey, what are you doing here?” She asks wrapping a towel on her hair in a very complicated way.

“Someone let me in, and just- disappeared? So, I just let myself in?” He explains feeling relived someone else is concerned by the inhabitant’s safety.

“Oh!” she nods and looks around “It must have been Min, she doesn’t really care about who comes in, I’ll talk to her, but- Can I help you with something?” she smiles.

“Oh, sure! Please! I’m looking for Y/N.” Jay B holds the handrail suddenly nervous.

“Oh! I see!” Her eyes take in a knowing look “Her room is that one” she points a door by the end of the corridor close to the stairs to the third floor. “Her door is open so, you can just go in, and close if you guys need!” She winks with a laugh.

“Thanks!” Jaebum looks down at his shoes trying to hide the way his cheeks burn with embarrassment.  Seems like many people knows what happened on the end-of-semester party.

“Ahm…” she calls after he passes by her on his way to the door he has been looking for, this time she is the one bushing.

She is cute “Oh! His brother is driving him down on Thursday.” He nods taking another step towards your door “I get why he likes you. You guys look nice together.” Jaebum can’t help but smile at her embarrassed giggle as he walks away.

 Stopping by your door he can see you inside your back is facing him, you are unpacking, or at least it what it looks like. You pick a piece of clothes up, looks at it and decides what to do, you either fold and places on the wardrobe or on the dresser, or lets it unfold on the bed or throws it on the floor. He doesn’t understand the criteria.

Your room is very much like you, no nonsense. The walls have the same color as the corridors, some off-white light color. On the right side, where you are, there is a wardrobe and a dresser, this one has perfumes and figurines on top of it. Some photos on the wall giving a more personal touch. Your bed is opposite of the door under the window, you have a blackout and a pinkish tule blind over it. He is sure he’d seen it before in your childhood.

By the bed you have a nightstand and on the left wall there are some more photos, concert tickets, flags, and memories. On the same wall as the door is your studying table, filled with pens, colored sticker notes and books.

Clearing his throat, he tries to catch your attention. You look from your rainbow-colored knit sweater to him and back at it. You fold it and decides it goes on the dresser.

“Can I come in?” He asks already walking in.

“I guess you already did.” You say taking a pair of pants and putting it in front of your body as you look in the mirror.

“I wanted to- “

“I’m on the stage four, Jaebum.” You throw the pair of jeans back in your bed. “I’m sad to the point I don’t want to wake up tomorrow, that’s how I am. I don’t want to wake up and remember…” eyes filing with tears you avert you gave and a takes a fluffy pink sweater.

Jaebum lifts his hand in an attempt to touch you but before he does, he thinks better and lets his hand drop. Sighing he sits on an empty space in your bed. “You know I’m here for you, right?”

“You weren’t there!” You spit angrily at him in accusation.

You know you are not being fair. He spent his summer vacations abroad, his older sister got married, his whole family traveled to help with the preparations and the ceremony. He couldn’t be there, and still, you are trying to hold him accountable for. Is much easier to do it and push him away than to admit you miss him. You wanted him to be there by your side comforting you and holding you while you cried. You are upset and he is here, but still, you try to push him away. Blame it on psychology, that is what sad people do.

Taking your hand, he makes you stop moving. “I’m sorry for your loss!” He says with voice laced in sincerity, and you know he means it.

Jay B grew up on the house next door to your grandparents, he knows how much you love them. They took care of you whenever your parents had to travel because of work, go to meetings, grownups parties or have time for themselves. You stayed over at their place on the weekends backing with your grandma or playing baseball on the garden with your grandpa. He was, actually, the one who taught Jaebum how to play.

On your teens, their place was the one where you’d run to, after fighting with your parents. They would spoil you rotten. Moving away for university, you made sure to call them every day, go home every vacation and long weekends. They were more than just your grandparents; they were your best friends too. And now your granddad was gone.

Pulling you by your hand, Jaebum kisses the back of it and caresses with his thumb. He knows you are hurt and doesn’t mean what you just said. “But I am here now, and won’t leave you alone, so...” He looks around the clothes pretending to be trying to make sense of what’s going on. “Want me to help you?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you push the clothes from the bed to the floor, laying down on your bed you tuck your hands under your cheek. He watches you not saying a word. Pulling his hand, you put it over your waist as you invite him silently to lay down with you. Caressing the hair away from your face, he rests his head on the pillow following through with his promise to be there for you.

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