5 | Pizza

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A few hours later, Hoseok found himself stumbling out of the loud and crowded dorm and into the cold night. The fresh air that cools his face is more than appreciated but he still doesn't feel so good. Ignoring this, he makes his way back to his own dorm, absentmindedly counting the stars in the bright night sky. Of course, being as drunk as he is right now, he couldn't make past the number 7.

When he finally arrives, he clumsily climbs up the flights of stairs before coming face-to-face with his door. Now, getting in is a challenge on its own. He reaches into his pocket for the key.

Why do I always wear these jeans even though they're so fucking tight?

The keys jingle in his hands when he finally sets them free from the clutches of his abnormally constricting pants and after multiple failed attempts, pushes it in and unlocks the door.

The very moment he walks in and locks the door behind him, he knows something is off.

His skin is tingling lightly and his nose twitches at a delicious scent. He couldn't even describe it. Though faint, it smelled familiar yet reminded him of bad things. Things he laid thinking about and desperately wished he'd forget someday. And surprise surprise, he never did. Even when he tried.

He pays it no mind, positive that the alcohol pumping through his system as playing tricks on him.

Because it's impossible...

Hoseok removes his shoes and automatically strips his way to the shower. Once he's done, he rotates the handle and a warm spray of H2O tumbles down his body. After a quick 15 minutes, he's wrapping a dry soft towel around his waist.

When he opens the door, the scent hits him like a ton of bricks, now even stronger than before, and it's confusing Hoseok to no end.

The hell? Why does this have to happen to me now, of all days? It's almost as if...

He scoffs at himself and strolls his way to his room, completely missing how the clothes on the floor are nowhere to be found. It's been four fucking years Jung, get your shit together!

Then Hoseok arrives to his bedroom and decides on a pair of sweatpants and a large black hoodie. He was about to flop onto his bed and catch up on his incomplete homework when his stomach starts growling. He checked the time on his phone.

01:56 am.

Hmmm... I think the pizza place across campus is still open at this time.

He quickly places an order online and decided he might just have snack as well.

Hoseok put his headphones on and dances his way towards the kitchen.

(A/N: The song Hobi is listening to is Blue Side (the full version) by himself. If you haven't heard it yet, I strongly recommend giving it a listen)

At this point, his body was moving on its own and didn't pay attention to surroundings as he had already memorized the whole layout. His eyes close as he loses himself and freestyles when the song reaches its bridge.

I will carry you

You might say no

But I'll hug you

In my eyes

In my blue dream

You might say I cannot

But I'll put you in my arms

He opens his eyes when the song ends and screams in shock when he finally discovers the source of the delightful scent.

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