Trash of the School

Everyone has their little secrets, even if they're unaware of them.

"Rok Soo! Hey Rok Soo! Come look here!"

"Tsk, stop calling me that, that's not my name."

"Hahaha, but it has a really suiting meaning!"

"Meaning my ass, just call me by the name my mother gave me."

"But that would only be half as much fun!"

"Tsk, why are you even sitting here, huh?"

"The weather's nice- Hey Rok Soo, did you want to have this view all for yourself?! Is that the reason you try to send me away, eh?"

"Haaa, you're annoying. Just shut up for once."

"Hehe, no can do! I still have to tell you about the novel I'm reading!"

"Please don't."

"It's about that guy who murdered his whole family because he thought they betrayed him, but they had been protecting him the whole time, he simply didn't know! Well, not that that's important right now-"

"Choi Jung Soo."

"Yes~?"

"Just eat."

Thud.

There was a loud sound, followed by a pained groan. Cale looked up only to see his old, dark room that didn't even have a source of light since the moon was hiding behind dark clouds today. On closer look, Cale could see that it was snowing heavily. The teen sighed and rubbed his hurting side while sitting up. He didn't land on the cold floor but his grey carpet.

"How strange..."

Cale couldn't help but think about what had woken him up so suddenly, surely it must have been some kind of bad dram, yet he couldn't recall anything at all. It was as if he blanked out while he usually wouldn't. The redhead sighed and stood up, taking his phone that had been lying on the counter. It was almost six am, an "ungodly" time in the redhead's opinion.

"What..."

He shook his head, trying to recall the smallest of details about his dream, yet he couldn't even guess what it was about. In the end, he blames his strange mood on his room. It was the very same room where his life had started to go downhill, no matter how fancy and expensive the furniture in it was.

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to get any more sleep (that is if he stayed here), the redhead put on his slippers and exited this godforsaken room which held way too many negative memories in it. Even if it didn't seem believable, there had actually been a few positive memories, which turned into bad ones as well...

The teen calmly walked down the dark floor of the top floor, then turned left and walked down the stairs. He walked towards one of the guest rooms in which he knew he would find his boyfriend. He took a deep breath, then opened the not locked door.

Upon entering, Cale immediately noticed how the room seemed to be much more welcoming than his own – it was one of the simpler guest rooms. While it was still dark, Cale used the flashlight of his phone to look around the large room. The walls had a welcoming, English Red (Reddish-Brown) color and there was a midnight blue carpet lying on the ground. The bed was a modern; queen sized one made out of dark wood. The other furniture of the room, the desk, chair, closet and night stand were all held in a similar style and wood-type. There was also a small, orange couch in the corner of the room in front of the vast window. It made the room have that modern something.

Yet Cale had little interest in the room in comparison to the teen soundly sleeping in the queen sized bed. While Cale didn't want to wake him up, he kind of felt a bit strange and recalled how his dear boyfriend's task was to be there for him at all times.