bloodline ; seventeen

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Mornings for Mingyu were always peculiar in his eyes. The way the whole world reset after a stressful day or a calm night in a blink of an eye with the arrival of your daily alarm was insane to him. It was fascinating but equally strange and almost scary. To think how you can have the worst day imaginable and wake up to sunny skies and dry tears way unimaginable, or vice versa. Regardless of his personal views on mornings and how much he extremely disliked the morning sunlight that shone into his chocolate eyes every morning from the blinds in his window, the tall university student woke up the repetitive sound of his phone alarm. 

With instinct, the silver haired boy rolled over his topless body to his bedside table; where he immediately reached over to his phone and turned off the horrid sound. One thing Mingyu was good with in the mornings was waking up at the right time with only one alarm to make sure of his awakened state. Once up, the groggy man opened his iPhone and and checked his notifications that he had received during his five hours of sleep. 

As he expected, he had a couple of texts from Chan, complaining about his classes, a single text from Hansol about the joint film project and a heartwarming good morning text from his mother. With a small smile appearing on his puffy, newly awoken face, he responded to each one with care and importance; throwing a few sarcastic but sincere remarks into the responses to his youngest friend, Lee Chan. 

However, once every message had been responded to, he realized a single regular appearance from his inbox was rather absent. The familiar dance student, Wen Junhui, was no where to be seen with his consistent morning texts. And to be completely honest; it disappointed the Korean boy. He thoroughly enjoyed the small but sweet morning texts, usually consisting of a small greeting and a wish for a swell day then on. If a special occasion or an up-and-coming test or evaluation were to fall on that day, he never forgot to add an extra few words regarding his wishes for your success. To Mingyu, it was one of the many sweet but subtle things his Chinese best friend added to their friendship, making the bond stronger and even more inseparable by the day. However, today way the first day in almost six months the elder of the two went on with his day without the text; making the other question if he had done anything wrong to the boy or if the absence was by mere fail of remembrance. 

Regardless of the cause, Mingyu jumped out of his warm bed into the slightly cooler air of the flat at exactly nine-sixteen; still needing to get ready for his class at a quarter-past-ten. So, with a groggy feel still dazing his sight and consciousness, the silver haired boy strolled over to his closet for a simple outfit. He ended up with a simple pair of beige, open legged pants, a plain black long sleeved shirt and a blazer-like grey jacket to top off the look. It was pretty simple and perfect for a ten-o'clock class on a Friday. When the young man finished with his in-room routine, he grabbed the door handle and ventured off to the bathroom to freshen up.

As suspected, upon entry to the bathroom, a familiar brunette stood there with loose clothes and a beanie. Of course, his roommate Hansol was always five minutes ahead. The brunette insisted on it, although it really never made a difference. However, Mingyu didn't comment on it since if affected nothing, so he let the younger carry on with his mentality of being a whole five minutes earlier. 

"'Morning, Gyu. How'd you sleep last night?" The Korean-American boy asked with a hoarse voice; muffled by the mouthful of toothpaste preoccupying his mouth. He spat into the sink and awaited the other's response. 

The taller boy smiled at the younger's question as he readied his toothbrush to clean his teeth as well, following the other's routine. "So, so. Y'know, the usual." Mingyu ran his tooth brush under the warm tap water before placing the plastic-bristled brush into his mouth. "You?" He asked.