Dorm 222 | DOWOO

1:10 am

"Jungwoo, come on! One more drink you'll be fine." Johnny tried to convince me. I was out in a bar, having fun with my friends, Johnny, Mark, Yuta and Ten. We always go to this exact same bar to drink since they don't check ID's.

I had also noticed how one of my classmates, Kim Doyoung, was always here too, all alone. I felt a twist in my heart everytime I saw him. He had no friends, never smiled and was so tired he slept in class. I guess he didn't have the dream teenage life since he was always drinking so heavily.

"Guys I- I feel like I'm about vom- vomit" Mark said holding his stomach.

"Okay there, let's go, I'll take you home." Yuta stated, supporting Mark. Johnny took his other side.

"You guys go ahead, I need to use the bathroom. See you at school on Monday." I told them before they left. They waved their goodbyes while Mark was already vomiting at the door. I laughed by myself and went to the restroom.

When I returned I saw Doyoung, passed out on the bar stool. I thought he could manage to get home himself so I left.

Well, no. I got out of the bar but started to feel bad for him. I couldn't just leave the boy there like that. I went back inside.

"Doyoung, are you alright?" I asked him, feeling a bit stupid since I could see myself he wasn't.

I tried to ask where he lives and if he needs help, but he just kept mumbling some gibberish. I gave up and carefully lifted him so he could get on my back. The boy felt as light as a feather.

I left the bar again, this time with Doyoung on my back. I decided to take him to my own dorm and explain everything to him when he wakes up more conscious.

-

It was already 1:10 am. I slowly placed the boy on my bed. Now that I looked at him close, he was really fucking beautiful. Even if he was very pale and was drunk, he still looked very pretty.

I noticed he was sweating a lot so I rolled up his sweater's sleeves. It made me even more upset to see the slits on his wrists, that were clearly made on purpose. He had wrapped most of his arms with roll bandage but you could still see scars.

While I was looking at the sleeping boy, I felt like I wanted to protect him from everything. I felt like I wanted to make him happy and forgot all the worries he had. Even if I didn't know anything about him, I wanted to hug him and never let go.

I wiped his body with a wet towel and changed his hot sweater into a t-shirt. I also went to take a shower, hoping it wouldn't wake him up.

-

I had tidied up so I went to bed, next to Doyoung. I turned off the lights but I could still see his face glowing in the moonlight.

I very carefully dragged myself closer to him and wrapped my arms around the boy, so he could snuggle into my chest.

He was the cutest thing I had seen. I don't know what he has gone through but he never deserved any of that.

-

Gladly it was Saturday so there was no hurry to school. I had woken up before Doyoung but I refused to get up. He hadn't moved an inch since yesterday, he was still resting his head on my chest.

I was admiring the sleeping boy while thinking how to explain everything to him without it sounding weird. That might be hard since the whole situation was so weird. I had maybe spoken to him once or twice in my life.

That's when he started to open his eyes.