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Read book one before this one!

The room wasn't bright like what he just saw. He sat up quickly, sweat rolling down his forehead. he was in a bed, but not the same one in the dorms that he lived in. one bigger than that one, one that had a vinyl record and posters on the wall. one that had a king size bed and a big window that looked over the city.

He felt fine. No bones broken or anything. no doctors, no nurses. His own room. The walls were a light grey and if he looked to the left, a book shelf was there packed with thick books. he recognized all of them.

Changkyun pushed the white sheets over and swung his legs over the side of the bed, taking steps to the dresser next to the book shelf. he looked at the white sheets that were spread out, pushing them over to read. The words were neatly written on the lined paper.

They were music notes. Some words were crossed out and others were circled. he traced his fingertip over the words and looked into the mirror incase some really magical thing happened like he switched bodies. But he was dressed in a matched dark blue satin sleepwear with one unbutton done.

His hair was a mess, as if he just woke up. He was beyond confused at this point. He held his head, scratching the side of it like he was lost. Changkyun grabbed the slippers that was next to the bed and slipped them on, opening the door and looking down the hall.

The hallway was coated in white paint and wasn't that long. He looked at the walls while he went down to the living room, admiring the building he was in, "Mom?" he called out, in case he was home. But it didn't look anything like home. Instead, he found keys on the counter top, grabbing them and closing his eyes to find the slightest bit of what was happening.

All Changkyun could remember was when the first time they met in the library, when Jooheon lifted him up and cracked a joke about his thighs, how he blushed after the joke. it all felt like it happened yesterday and it all ended yesterday.

Changkyun opened the door of the place he was in and took a step out. he walked down the hallway, it was an apartment building, a nice one. he wondered how much it cost since he never was able to afford something like that.

He went in the elevator and tapped his foot on the ground, he wasn't concerned on what he looked like, he needed to figure out what happened. He walked out of the building and looked at the keys he had in his hand, pressing the button that signaled his car, which was a yellow Camaro. he opened the car and tried to find anything that looked like he could figure out what happened. Because what happened was real. What he had was real, and he doesn't have the slightest clue on what's going on. 

He sat down on the leather seating and felt the wheel, having no time to admire it. he saw a phone, assuming it was his and struggled to open it. He went through ten different passwords just to get into his phone. the first thing he did was go through his contacts. He only saw his mom, brother and dad's contact, no friends or no name he recognized.

"No no no,"  He rubbed his face and groaned, he looked at the ceiling of the car between his finger tips, he tried to think of a strategy to find the people he loved most. He didn't have any bruises and if he really got into a crash, he knew Jooheon would stick with him.

It was mid-day when Changkyun went out. he gripped his hands on the wheel until his knuckles went white. He knows where he lives and he knows who he is, he just wouldn't let himself admit that what he had was his imagination. That it was a dream. He didn't want to let go of his 'friends' that he had. 

Because Changkyun never had a real friend before. 

The delight of staying up late and going to bed happy, the warmth of the hugs and smiles they shared. the stupid jokes they shared and the group chat that made no sense whatsoever made the friendships come alive.