Apartment 4F

7: How we started sleeping together. Just sleeping.

Warning: Nope, not mature scenes, but mature(?) themes...? 🤔

They were all hanging out in the living room one day, when Caesar brought a girl home. A beautiful, Eurasian-looking girl from his dance faculty.

"Hey guys - this is An Zi Yi. Aglaia. These are my roommates," he introduced them, and she gave everyone a demure wave.

"She's thinking of trying out for cheer, so I thought I'd show her some moves." Caesar looked around the living room. "It's a little crowded here - let's go to my room then."

Yue involuntarily snorted.

Sure, Caesar, sure you're gonna show her your "moves".

She tried to keep her eyeballs still and not let them roll to the back of her head, as Caesar and the girl made their way to his bedroom. However, she noticed that Dylan was scowling at the retreating pair. He also got up and went back to his room, slamming the door behind him.

That night, Yue couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about what could have possibly upset Dylan earlier.

Could it be...

That because of the strain of long-distance, he had fallen out of love with Xi Zi and was now infatuated with Xi Ze?

Come to think of it, the two of them were pretty similar; you could say that they were both the type of guy Dylan naturally gravitated towards. His "type". Even their names were confusingly similar.

Deciding she couldn't rest until she checked that he was alright, she threw off her covers and snuck into his room across the hall. The sight that greeted her only confirmed her suspicions.

Dylan was curled into a sad ball under the comforter.

Oh no.

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Earlier, in Dylan's room...

Dylan couldn't deny that he was pissed off by what he had encountered. Aglaia was one of the girls he had rejected, and now she seemed to be hitting on Caesar? Of course, it wasn't the first time that girls had played "musical chairs" between the four of them, but it didn't mean he found it any more palatable.

He flopped down on his bed, not in a good mood to begin with.

It was partly because the team hadn't been playing as well as they should lately, and Coach had given him crap for it.

Also, he suspected, it was partly because of Shen Yue.

It was hard to explain, but of late, he'd been feeling sort of restless around her, unsettled even. Especially when he saw her in states of slight undress.

To be honest, she wasn't even his type - or what he commonly regarded as his type anyway. He always thought he'd eventually end up with a "cool" girl - basically the female version of himself. Even though Yue was refreshing and witty, and infinitely interesting with her weird faces and memes, she was still "girl-next-door" (or girl two doors down if you wanted to be specific). So why was he becoming increasingly bothered by her?

Dylan wondered if he should head down to the basketball court to shoot some hoops, or run a few rounds on the track. Maybe he just needed to expend some extra energy, release the pent-up tension.

Or... should he just masturbate?

Since it was too late at night for basketball or a run anyway, he leaned over to grab several tissues from his bedside table with his left hand, curling his right palm firmly around "Xiao Wang", who was for some reason already standing at attention.