𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [jonggi]

four

- Give me the milk.

- What?

He sighed:

- Please.

I look up at the sky, overwhelmed by his morning attitude, before sitting down beside him.

It's like this every morning with Wooyoung. When he has the head in the butt -and those until our departure of the apartment- it is not necessary to count on his politeness part, already that in normal time it is complicated.

I laugh while examining him quickly.
His half-open eyes try miserably to adapt to the weak luminosity of the room. His hand comes automatically to carry the cereal spoon in the hollow of his palate while some hairs split horizons where they do not have place to be.

- Why are you laughing ?

- Oh, nothing.

Something to put a little fun in these most boring mornings.

After clearing the table and putting on our coats, we head to the large cement building where our daily classes are held.

I'm roommates with the blond boy, as I like to call him. Our apartment is located in a building not far from the college campus. Moreover a major part of the residents are students just like us.

So I'm not going to lie to you that sleep is sometimes -and often- difficult to find because of the nightly noises.

The most horrible is Friday and Saturday night. Nevertheless I think I can never thank enough the creator of these two little pieces of thick foam, soothing my tympanic aggressions.

What would I do without my quiescent balls?

We discreetly enter the amphitheater and take our seats towards the middle rows, close to the wall.

The room is still quiet, only four or five people are here to study or simply, like us, to wait for our first class under the shelter of the rain. Well, it's mostly to have good seats because entering the room at the bell is the worst idea Wooyoung had at the beginning of the year.

I'm in my second year of medical school, the curriculum is a bit complicated but I'm getting by. To be honest I don't really know what I'm doing here.
No no, compared to my friend who wants to become a nurse or other radiologists, I'm here without a specific goal. My curiosity has always been aroused by the sound of electronic machines.

Often I was bored and asked the nurses more or less logical questions about the course of the treatments, and they tried to give me the most simplistic answer, in the main lines.

- Jong' ?

- Hm?

- How much is 3x8?

I raise an eyebrow and whisper:

- Wait Woo, can you explain to me how you got your entrance exam here ?

He nibbles lightly on his pen.

- I had the calculator but now I don't have mine and my phone is out of battery.

- I don't know what makes me more desperate between you and the reason you passed your first year here.

- Hey! I'm not letting you ! Just because the gentleman skipped the second grade doesn't mean he should feel superior, I'm your hyung I remind you !

- In the meantime, I know my tables.

- But I just confuse 3x8 and 8x3 !

- Wooyoung ?

- Hm?

- It's the same stupid thing.

While I hear a few chuckles close to us, my gaze drifts two rows above, intrigued by a pair of eyes that have been burning me for a minute now.

And I'm half surprised to find that it's the guy from last time, the one where my thoughts wandered.

I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't care for the way he stares at me.

Indeed, his look digs up something buried deep in my soul, far back in time that I thought I had forgotten behind the regular sounding machines.

This same place where I spent a long part of my childhood, my eyes pinned to the ceiling. The white ceiling and those smells that leave a bitter aftertaste.

- Jongho ?

I turn my head away from Wooyoung who is now staring at me worriedly.

- You're fine ? You seemed to have gone somewhere else.

I simply nod before he turns his attention to the seats a little further away.

- And tell me," he begins teasingly, "that's the red-haired pretty boy you were staring at, isn't it ?

- W-What? N-Not at all.

His hyena's laughter is slightly echoing.

- That's what I'm talking about! His cheeks are as red as yours, that's the first time !

- Mm.

Frustration sets in, questions start to be asked about him, but the most enigmatic thing is the buried feeling that I can't put into words.