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16/02/19
Thursday

It was early in the morning, and Sicheng's usual alarm blared noisily. Drowsily, Sicheng groaned, rolling onto his side and reaching out to grasp his phone sitting on his bedside table. He picked it up, his finger missing the 'off' button of the alarm numerous times before he could actually hit it. Once it was off, he sighed loudly. He set his phone loudly back onto his bedside table, throwing his arm over his eyes.

Sicheng was tired. He could barely sleep last night. He got back to his dorm at almost one in the morning after helping Jungwoo calm Kun down from hysteria. Sicheng never thought he'd see the older male cry—Kun was just someone who seemed impenetrable, like nothing could bring him down. Yet, he the truth was, that he wasn't like that at all. He was only human; someone who feels the same emotions everyone else.

However, seeing Kun break like that in front of him, Sicheng realised just how much emotion Kun really hides from others. He had always thought Kun's personality was fake, but now he knew that Kun just simply hid his emotions and real self extremely well. He still was a very strong person, and Sicheng would hate to admit it; but he admired Kun for how well-composed and caring he was.

Sicheng didn't like seeing Kun cry like that. It made his heart hurt. Kun was always taking care of everyone, but was he taking care of himself? Sicheng wasn't too sure. He knew Kun got extremely homesick, but he'd always brush it off with a plastic smile that looked real enough to get others off his back.

Now that Sicheng thought about it, did Kun have any friends? He had Chenle and Renjun, sure, but anyone his age? Sicheng had seen him converse with almost every Chinese student here but were they close? Do they comfort Kun when he cries, or do they laugh him when he needs cheering up? Sicheng didn't really know. Kun was usually always alone.

Shaking his head, Sicheng sat up, stretching his arms above his head. The digital clock on his bedside table read 7:11am, and he realised that he just had laid there for eleven minutes thinking about Kun. He also remembered that the teachers were all on strike, so that meant a pupil-free day today for the students. Perhaps he could work on some lyrics for his music class, or he could work on some maths homework.

Wait, didn't 127 want to meet up to discuss the project?

Sicheng sighed again, scrubbing a hand through his hair. He didn't really want to see anyone from his group; they were all too annoying. He slid out of bed, glancing at his snoring roommate still deeply asleep in his bed. Ignoring him, Sicheng proceeded to change into a maroon turtle-neck sweater and thick parka with denim jeans, seeing as it was foggy and cold outside. He was planning on going to the library to do some study and to actively avoid his group.

Grabbing his keys and stuffing them into his pocket, Sicheng briskly walked out of the dorm and quietly shut the door behind him.

Walking out of his dorm building, the crisp morning air enveloped Sicheng's rugged-up body, causing him to involuntarily shiver. He tugged his thick parka closer around himself, his hot breath living his pink lips in cloudy puffs.