"Why do you look so tired?" Wooyoung poked your arm sharply, eliciting a muffled hiss from you.
You glared at him in annoyance as you shifted in your seat, "Because I had a strange dream and couldn't fall asleep again."
Wooyoung carded a hand through his washed out lilac hair, chuckling in the meanwhile as he awaited an explanation from beside him.
"Yeah? Share," Jongho said muffled, cheeks round and filled with overcooked potato.
"I just know this is gonna be fucked up," Yeosang huffed and slid his emptied plate to the side to hoist his elbows up on the table.
You sighed, the dream playing up in your head automatically and you nearly blushed. "It was. Well, it was strange at least."
"Oh boy..." Wooyoung chuckled, scooting closer against your fluffy jacket.
You placed the fork down on the plate, "I honestly quite enjoyed being in the dream, I wasn't alone," you said. "I was with this gorgeous guy, around my age, on a beautiful and tropical island."
The three guys listened intently, nodding as you stopped talking.
"We sipped on drinks on the sand, which was surrounded with flying turtles. And the water was green and smelled like lime I think?" you laughed and rubbed at your dry eyes.
"The least odd dream from you, I'm disappointed," Jongho yawned and continued eating the burnt piece of meatloaf left. You couldn't fantom how he was eating that shit.
"So who's this guy?" Wooyoung asked.
"I wish I knew, he was out of this world pretty," the corners of your mouth turned up gleefully on instinct, picturing his wavy hair flowing in the wind as it matched the sand beneath your feet. His eyes had been darker than the shell of the turtles around you, and a smile brighter than the sunshine blinding you.
"Gosh, tell me you're not gonna crush on this dream dude," Yeosang rolled his eyes and supported his chin on his palm.
"I'm not that desperate!" you pouted and leaned back against the hard plastic of the chair, crossing your arms together over your chest.
Jongho shot you a look from behind his lashes, ends of his chapped lips suggestively turned upwards, "Sure about that?"
"What if you begin having wet dreams about him?" Wooyoung cackled loudly, making it ring in your left ear.
"Well, maybe he could fulfill my needs," you sighed, as both Yeosang and Jongho scrunched their faces up in disgust.
"You're so gross," Jongho said as he shook his head rapidly, his chestnut hair bouncing up satisfyingly.
"I'm a virgin and frustrated, leave me alone," you muttered and slid down even further in your seat.
"Petition to find someone for Y/N." Yeosang snickered and raised from his chair, leaning down to grab ahold of his plate and glass.
Yourself, Wooyoung and Jongho all got up too and followed Yeosang out of the lonely campus cafeteria, which had only been occupied by the four of you.
It often happened that you spent too much time in the cafeteria talking together or waiting for Jongho to eat up his three portions of crappy, low-budget school food.
"Can we head to the store instead, I really really really don't want to attend the devil's class," Wooyoung whined loudly, clinging onto Yeosang's straight shoulders as you made your way over the yard.
The brown, red and golden orange leaves crisped underneath your thick boots as the wind ruffled the already messy style of your hair.
The clouds covering up the faraway sun looked gloomy and angry, crying down over you at any moment now.
