i'll be that somebody for you

2. 10,080

A week.

Seven days.

One hundred sixty-eight hours.

Ten thousand eighty seconds.

Wooyoung was blocked on his project for a week now. He couldn't focus because of his neighbour. And worse: his neighbour was doing nothing.

Since Wooyoung told him he had to work on something important, San tried -or at least that was the impression Wooyoung had- to be quiet. Wooyoung didn't hear any music or anyone coming into his place. He even believed that San left for a couple of days but sometimes he heard the door open and close so he knew he was there.

Why couldn't he focus then? What could he reproach San with?

Wooyoung just couldn't forget him. San was living rent-free in his mind and he couldn't help but let him. He was always thinking about his perfect face with his cute dimples and sparkly eyes. He asked himself how soft would his hair be.

Wooyoung ran his hands through his now black locks. He wasn't a writer and he never would be. He was creative, especially in terms of video or pictures. But he wasn't creative enough to find a story to tell or to create a whole universe.

He started to regret not reading enough, maybe he'd have more imagination if he read more. But his biggest regret was knocking at San's door. He shouldn't have listened to this tiny voice in his head that night.

Now, his head was silent but full of San. He was driving Wooyoung crazy. How can an encounter have this kind of effect on someone?

That's the question Wooyoung asked himself. And that's how he found what to write for his project.

It was a warm mid-October day, Wooyoung grabbed his iced coffee before meeting his new teammates. They were from the Department of Music and he will work with them throughout the year.

When Wooyoung saw them for the first time, he asked himself how two polar opposites could be friends. The first one, Hongjoong, was a year older than him. He was slightly smaller and thinner than Wooyoung. He dyed his hair in white, his bangs always on his forehead. Wooyoung never had enough time to count how many earrings Hongjoong was wearing but they matched his artsy style. The other one, Mingi, was huge. Wooyoung felt ridiculously small beside him. He too dyed his hair but in a vivid red and always styled his hair so as to free his forehead. He didn't have an artsy style or earrings but Wooyoung could see he liked fashion. Seeing them twice a week showed to Wooyoung how much they were similar in their personality.

Hongjoong took care of Mingi like he was his kid, which wasn't entirely wrong since Mingi was an actual kid. They were creating music together and Wooyoung could feel their passion when they talked about it. When they did, it felt like making music was the same thing as breathing for them. Wooyoung always loved passionate people, he needed more people like that in his entourage.

Hongjoong and Mingi were also friendly and smiling. They had shiny personalities and always make him laugh. Even if Wooyoung was introverted, they tried their best to make him feel comfortable.

Wooyoung never thought he needed more friends, Yeosang, Jongho and Seonghwa were enough for him. But he didn't reject Hongjoong and Mingi when they tried to befriend him. On the contrary, he tried to open more and even accepted to go to Mingi's place to spend the evening.

Wooyoung took the underground to Mingi's place. He didn't live in the student housing because he was sharing his apartment with his best friend who was not in SNU.

On the ride, Wooyoung was lost in his thoughts. He was asking himself he was too dressed up while he was just wearing a black long-sleeved t-shirt tucked into black jeans and a black denim jacket. He has made the effort to put on earrings but had only one piercing on each lobe.