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The nightfall was more resounding than usual, making it possible to hear his own erratic pulse. "This..this can't be real...no this isn't real. M-maybe I'm still dreaming." He let go of the phone, making it plop to the ground, proceeding to throw the duvet over him giving himself words of reassurance before he fell into a deep slumber.

By that time, the door to his room was being unlocked, soft rattling as if made with the intent of not announcing their presence. The person successfully made it in, tip toeing towards Wooyoung's bed. Standing behind him, the person crouched, watching him sleep for a while. He moved the fallen strands from his face to get a clear view of him. "Class was boring without you doll" he remarked driving his knuckles under Wooyoung's mentum.

"Will you see me tomorrow?" he lessened his timbre while advancing towards him like a magnet, no meters left to discuss. "I want to wake up beside you, take you to places made for us and only us" he fanned over his neck, his unique scent luring him in like a carp on a hook. "I want to worship you, hearing you ring my name as a melody made for me and the walls around us, show you how divine you truly are, a jewel I wish to lock up someday."

The stranger almost forgot his identity looking at the now vulnerable boy with his peaceful demeanor. "You're mine, Wooyoung."

The mentioned boy rolled to the person's side, making him flinch and leave in a hurry. He opened his eyes for a brief moment, placing the pillow over him out of habit before everything went black once more.

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It was already eleven past midnight and his roommate got back from wherever he went, piss drunk and reeking of alcohol. He tripped over his steps and fell over Wooyoung, which was enough to wake him up from the heavy weight on him. With ambivalence, he removed the pillow and looked at who it was. His roommate settled his jaw on Wooyoung's shoulder, which earned him a merciless punch, dipping whithershins with a thump.

He was never a fan of physical touch, especially from this god forbidden creature is what he liked to say. His roommate was frowning, pursing his lips but still didn't manage to keep himself steady from the toxicity in his system. "My roommate! Heh. All aboard!" San couldn't get up and kept scooting forward. "My feet are gone!" He clicked his tongue, having too many episodes on his platter to deal with an out of it San. "No you're just wearing shoes."

Wooyoung couldn't ignore him because he knew damn well it wouldn't end here tonight, and so he got up unmotivated, slinging his floppy arm over him and placing his own on his waist for support. They walked to his bed and he let gravity take over from there, but with it annihilating his obnoxiously adorable babbles, although almost indiscernable.

Wooyoung was about to return to his part of the line, but something in him didn't have the heart to leave San like this. He took off his shoes and socks, setting his head on the pillow and tucking him in.