at shinhwa university, two students dominate their respective circles.
san, a popular and talented computer engineering major known for his chivalry and skill, and wooyoung, the arts student and outgoing gossip enthusiast who has his finger on the p...
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wooyoung had quickly come to the conclusion that this weekend was not the one to be heading back home. he had too much going on, and returning home would only throw more chaos into his already disorganised life. with that in mind, he decided to unwind. he had been carrying a lot of stress, and because of that, he had missed out on many of his usual routines, which threw off his sense of balance.
night had fallen, and wooyoung was determined to forget the chaotic morning. he didn't want to think about choi san's stupid, unfairly handsome face anymore, nor did he want to waste even a second of his valuable brain power figuring out what san's deal was. he was over it. done. his mission was clear: find gossip queen, and then wipe choi san from his life forever.
after all, keeping a maniac like san in his orbit for too long was a surefire way to end up losing his mind.
so, wooyoung reverted back to his natural state of self-care. and his natural state meant one thing: steam facials. sitting cross-legged on his bed, a bowl of steaming water in front of him, he threw a blanket over his head like he was preparing for battle. his face hovered just above the water, the heat curling up to meet him. he was already regretting his decision—his back ached like he was a 90-year-old man hunched over knitting needles, and yet, he stuck it out. to make the torturous position bearable, he had his trusty true crime podcast playing in the background.
this was what mattered. this was self-care. looking handsome was top priority, and with all the choi san nonsense and his friends being... well, his friends, he had almost forgotten. but not anymore.
still, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the soothing drone of the podcast, wooyoung's mind kept wandering back to san. he claimed he didn't care—couldn't care less—but that little nagging thought wouldn't leave him alone. what was san even doing right now? probably at the gaming café again, guzzling down energy drinks like a madman.
why didn't he just go to sleep? was he actually batman? had he been up to something else during the short while that wooyoung fell asleep? what did he even do there? just gaming? or did he have some online girlfriend he wanted to talk to throughout the night because of a time zone difference? maybe his tastes were different than wooyoung had assumed—
"wooyoung." yeosang's voice sliced through his spiralling thoughts, making wooyoung jump so hard he nearly dunked his face into the bowl.
"jesus—!" wooyoung barely avoided face-planting into the water. peeking out from under the blanket, he glared at yeosang. "how long have you been standing there?!"
"long enough. how long are you going to be like this?"
"like what?" wooyoung grumbled, his voice muffled by the blanket. "it's friday night, and i always do this."
"i'm not talking about your weird steam ritual." yeosang rolled his eyes, and wooyoung could hear the annoyance in his voice, even before the aggressive stomping across the carpet signalled yeosang's approach. great, here we go. "can we talk like adults?"
