Dorm 222 | DOWOO

9:02 pm

When I fully woke up, I flinched and stared at the blonde boy next to me in shock. I sat up and scanned the room with a confused look.

"Now before you say anything, let me explain." Jungwoo sat up next to me.

"I was at the same bar as you last night and you were passed out so I just couldn't leave you there. This is my dorm, I would've taken you back to your place but I couldn't understand anything you said."  He explained while I was staring at him, a bit weirded out.

"Why do you worry about me? I could've made it home on my own." I mumbled and looked down, only to see my bare arms.

"Thanks for your help, but don't waste your time on me next time." Tears started to form into my eyes.

"No, I will help. It makes me upset if I don't." Jungwoo replied, looking at me worried.

I stared at him for a while before getting up and starting to look for my stuff. The boy just watched me gather my things.

"Thanks again. I'm leaving." I announced while opening the door. I was about to step out when he carefully grabbed my hand.

"Doyoung, promise me one thing." He said, still holding my hand tightly.

"Next time you feel bad or need comfort, come here. Dorm 222. I promise you, I'll be here and I'll always open the door for you. Just don't do this to yourself again." He gently stroked my arms with his thumbs, while creating a connection between our eyes.

I slowly let go of his hand and left the place, closing the door after me. I glanced at the door one more time before going out. 222.

-

When I got home, I just threw myself on the bed. I noticed I still had Jungwoo's black t-shirt on. Fucking hell. Now I have to go back to him, ask for my sweater and return this.

What was even up with him? He doesn't even know me and I don't know him. We have spoken maybe two times. Why does he suddenly care for me like that?

One thing I noticed though. I slept well for the first time in two years. What made me sleep well, what was so different? Maybe I was just so drunk that I fell asleep or something.

-

Couple weeks had passed since the bar incident. I still hadn't picked up the sweater from Jungwoo's dorm. I was too lazy to do that.

I just arrived from school, well techinally no. I had been out for a while so I wouldn't have to go home. It was already 9pm.

I opened the door, only to find my mom right at the door with a furious look on her face.

"I got a call from your school that you've been absent from 13 different classes this week. What the fuck are you doing? Ruining your future just like that? I asked for a successful nice boy, not a 'mentally ill' kid who skips all classes and thinks it's all useless. Get yourself together Kim Doyoung, and stop with that depression shit. It's nonsense." She started half-yelling just when I closed the door.

I didn't even say anything. I tried to go past her, but she got in the way. And just like that, she slapped me, her own child.

"You think you're a good mom? Think again." I stared at her with tears in my eyes.

-

I went to my room, still holding in the tears. 'Get yourself together, Kim Doyoung'. That's what my mom says. I really try to.

The razer blade on top of the dresser was almost like calling my name. I grabbed it but then remembered what Jungwoo said.

Next time you feel bad or need comfort, come here. Dorm 222. I promise you, I'll be here and I'll always open the door for you. Just don't do this to yourself again.

I was doubting for a second, should I go or not. I did need the sweater back and I should return Jungwoo's shirt to him as well.

-

I was making my way to the same dorm where I was a couple weeks ago. I still had a lump in my throat, hoping I wouldn't start crying right when I'll see him.

I arrived at the dorm building. I was really close to getting my own dorm from here too, but someone got in the way.

While entering the building, I was thinking, should I just turn back. This feels so dumb. I barely know him.

But no, I want the sweater back.

I was staring at the door with 222 in it for a while.

Then I knocked, kinda hoping he wouldn't actually open it.

But he did.