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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san never imagined there would come a time when he'd find himself standing in wooyoung's dorm room.
he certainly never thought it would be for no particular reason other than an inexplicable compulsion to be there. yet, here he was, hands clasped behind his back, allowing his unusually curious eyes to wander around the space, taking in every detail with a sense of intrigue.
crumpled sheets hinted at a night in. a bowl of food rested on the blanket, alongside a laptop.
to his surprise, wooyoung's side of the room was more organised than he had expected. san was the opposite.
although san wasn't the most meticulous person, his dorm room often gave the impression of someone who was neater than average. this misconception could be explained by the fact that san usually avoided returning to his dorm. when the sun hung high in the sky, he could often be found out eating somewhere, studying, or at the gym—whatever he could do to get some time away from everyone, as if he didn't have enough of that.
when the sun went down, he would often find himself at the gaming café just off-campus. he was neat, almost by accident, because his routine kept him away from his own living space.
wooyoung, on the other hand, had enough items in his room to risk creating a mess, yet he hadn't, which meant he might as well have been more put together than san could ever hope to be.
"what's up?" wooyoung asked, leaning casually against the now-closed door. the question prompted san to turn slightly in his direction. "did you have something else to say?"
"nope," san replied, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "not really."
he noticed the discomfort on wooyoung's face, which was hard to miss. the hesitance with which wooyoung shuffled his feet towards san added to the atmosphere, as he avoided meeting san's gaze.
"then why are you here?" wooyoung asked, awkwardly scratching his hair as though he didn't know what to do with his hands.
in an unexpected moment, he whirred past san, their shoulders brushing against each other. as he did so, san's eyes were fixed on him for that fleeting moment of proximity, not failing to notice the way wooyoung held his breath for just a second as he walked by.
san didn't answer because he wasn't sure how to. instead, he let his eyes roam the room a little more.
multiple pictures adorned the wall, most of them polaroids of wooyoung with his friends. on the little bedside table, small figurines were neatly arranged, leaving just enough room for a pen and a well-used notebook.
the only two sources of illumination for now were the blaring screen of wooyoung's laptop, which was conveniently turned towards the polaroid-plastered wall, and the tall lamp standing right by his bedside.
now that wooyoung stood by it, fiddling with something on the bedside table, the golden light of the lamp painted him in its serene colours, making the back of his head, the blondes and blacks of his hair, appear even more vivid.
