It had been particularly arduous for Hansol the past few weeks. He'd gone through stacks and stacks of homework shoved into his face by his professors and had barely gotten more than half an hour of sleep each day. On top of that, exam season was inching closer and closer, which served as another addition to his stress.
He dreaded every second ticking on the clock, waiting for his classes to end and looking forward to that sweet fluffy pillow that was just waiting for him at home. He craved a sense of comfort; it was as equal to hugging your loved one or that warmth on a cold and rainy day. But at last, as the horrid and work-filled week had come to a close, it was finally time to get that well-deserved rest he had been waiting for in weeks.
Hansol was dragging himself all the way to his apartment, the tiredness was slowing his pace and he felt like his feet were being pulled down by weights. As he reached the front of his door, he let out a tired 'yay' along with a sigh of relief. "Just a few more seconds and we may reunite at last in peace," he muttered.
He brought his backpack to his chest and dug through in the search for his keys. Humming a song happily, the thought of his soft bed kept in his mind. Searching... and searching... and searching...
Where are my keys?
In a split second his tiredness washed away and is immediately replaced with panic. He rummaged through his things for a second time; pockets in his bag, his pants, and every inch and place he could think of. To his dismay, it was nowhere to be found. Then it hits him.
"Of course... I left it with Shua because he got food in the apartment." he hissed."I forgot to ask the keys back."
By this time, he couldn't even bother to whine about it from feeling like horse shit. However, he is, in the slightest bit, pissed at the fact he won't be able to reunite with his beloved bed at once.
How will I be able to sleep tonight? In the halls? He wondered in panic, but then, he thought of an idea.
"Wonwoo!" he shouted while knocking on the door of his other-other neighbor. He heard a groan from inside then the sound of the door unlocking and opening.
"Hansol?" Wonwoo stepped out, wearing his dark-silver, wire-rimmed glasses, a black tank top, and shorts. "What do you want?"
He and Wonwoo act like they aren't close buddies, but behind that facade, they usually hang out, play video games, or spend time talking about music and giving each other new recommendations. Wonwoo was also someone he'd go to to ask for help when he was just a freshman at college. There were plenty of times that he slept over at his place since, back then, he was very forgetful and clumsy. And, he also thought that the older had a boyfriend, was what he figured. However, he had never met him to really support the notion. All he knew whenever Wonwoo talked about him was that he was tall and a big airhead.
Hansol had a really weird first experience when he met Wonwoo. It was at the time he had gotten into online shopping and ended up impulse-buying a lot of things. So, one of the days of the arrival of some tie-dye shirts, it accidentally ended up at Wonwoo's place and he had to fix up the misunderstanding. It was the first time he met the older and the first out of many scoldings he had gotten out from him. But, since then, they've kept in touch and have become good friends.
"WONWOO WE'RE NOT YET DONE COME BACK!"
"Oh, did I disturb you?" Hansol asked when he heard some foreign voices inside of Wonwoo's apartment, now feeling regretful of asking the older for help.
The older replied with a distressed sigh. "No, no, of course not," he answered sarcastically.
"I'm joking." he quickly said. "Come on, tell me now, I've walked all this way."
"To the door?"
"It takes a lot of work."
Hansol laughed. "Well, I actually locked myself out of my house-"
"-and you were thinking to stay the night with me?" Wonwoo finished his sentence with an eyebrow raised, leaning on the frame of his door. "I'm sorry, a couple of my friends are here right now so I'll be packed. And, if you were to stay here, the water in my bathroom is weak as hell. It's going to be hard."
Hansol lowered his head and placed his hands together, ready to beg the latter. "Wonwoo, please. I won't disturb you and your friends— and I won't need the shower since it's a weekend. Just let me sleep in the extra room. I'm begging."
He listened to the latter carefully, waiting for a response. However, all he felt was a hand to his head and a sigh. "I'm sorry Hansol, I really won't be able to accommodate you tonight. Why don't you ask the other kid?" said Wonwoo as he pointed to the other apartment door.
"Seungkwan?" Hansol takes a moment to think about the idea.
Well, it's just for one night.
"Was that his name?" Questioned the elder before commenting in a mumble. "I feel like Mingyu mentioned him to me once."
"Yeah. He gave you cookies when he moved in."
l hope he's okay with it.
"Cookies? When did-"
"Ok! I will try to ask him about it." Hansol finally decided, determination burning inside of him. He turned to face Wonwoo and bowed, muttering a thank you before he left to try his new incorporated Plan B.
It took him a few seconds, maybe a couple of minutes as his hand still halted to knock, hovering centimeters away from the hardbound of Seungkwan's apartment door. He's still left in thought, Will he allow me?
Gathering up the courage he could muster, he guided his hand towards doorbell and pressed it twice, patiently waiting until Seungkwan answered the door.
Except he doesn't.
Hansol expected differently than what was happening. In his head things would have gone like: he'd knock on Seungkwan's door, the latter answers, then he asks if he could stay for the night, Seungkwan says yes, and he can finally get some rest. However, from the exact moment he realized that no one was answering his constant ringing and knocking on the door, he knew the next step to this plan had already failed.
Seungkwan wasn't at home.
His day was just getting worse and worse, and the thought of sweet, silky, and soft sheets of the bed, felt so far for him to reach.
The minutes turned into hours, Hansol waited and waited but slowly he felt like giving up. The only person left who was his hope to have a house to stay in for the night wasn't there. He slid down the wall in between his door and Seungkwan's, setting down his bag and just sat on the cold concrete floor. He probably looked homeless and stupid, but that was the last thing he worried about.
He couldn't possibly bother Wonwoo again because he had guests at his place, he can't ask Joshua for help because he lives quite far, and the last person he expects who would be there, for now, was Seungkwan, who currently wasn't at home.
I'm probably complaining too much. Hansol stresses. My last choice is to wait here until Seungkwan comes. He decides, too lazy to move places to waste time. He looks at his watch, the time displaying 8:30 pm.
"I can do this."
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Fanfiction"By the way, my name is Boo Seungkwan." Two youngsters who eventually got entangled in each other's lives. Being next door neighbors were like living in two different worlds that the two of them had yet to explore. There was so much more behind the...
