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taeyong woke up, feeling groggy and tired. he hadn't slept all night.
as much as he tried, he just couldn't.
maybe it's because of a certain someone's arms around him and he could still feel them around himself.
he got up, brushed his teeth, showered and dressed up in a simple black hoodie with blue jeans.
looking at himself in the mirror, a small smile morphed onto his face when he thought about doyoung. it had been two days since he met him and look now here he is, feeling weird everytime he thought about the younger.
he slapped himself. too hard.
"ouch! stop thinking taeyong. it's getting unhealthy. why do you always keep on thinking about hi-"
"taeyong?"
taeyong stopped and cleared his throat before answering.
"yeah?"
"i made breakfast. come out quickly."
"okay."
he packed his bag and made his way out of the room, involuntarily widening his eyes when he looked at the food doyoung had prepared.
he could feed at least five to six people.
"i made it for us and those "foreign swaggers."
he turned, not looking at him again, failing to notice that taeyong was smiling at a particular word.
us.
taeyong looked on while the younger packed the food, unconsciously smiling at how the latter was grumbling about how people should always eat homemade food.
they finally exited the dorm together and made their way to the other's dorm.
"these idiots are never gonna wake themselves up."
he rang the doorbell seven times until the door opened and a still half-asleep mark opened the door, squinting his eyes. but that was quickly gone when he saw doyoung's stern expression.
"hyung!!!"
he shouted and ran away into his room, probably to get ready.
