𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 | woohwa ✔

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It was quiet. Deadly quiet.

And it was dark. The whole house was filled with darkness and there was no sight of any living creature lurking in the dark— obviously because it's far past midnight and everybody in the household was already sound asleep in their rooms. But in one of those shared rooms, it was dark too, yes, but a small single dim light lit up a small spot in the said room— precisely, on one of the two beds. It came from a phone screen and the owner was none other than Jung Wooyoung.

Unlike the other seven members in the house who were snoring softly while enjoying their sweet slash weird dreams, Wooyoung wasn't yet asleep. He's been busy finishing up the phone battery that he just charged hours prior; going to Instagram to stalk his favorite people, scrolling through Twitter to read a bunch of funny tweets that could entertain his night— he stumbled across this one funny tweet that he struggled to laugh without a single sound as to not wake up the whole house, especially his hyungs—, watching random videos on Youtube, and repeat.

Wooyoung's been draining his phone battery till it reached 20% instead of giving his poor tired body a rest it seriously needed.

And during those times, surprisingly, his roommate Yeosang hasn't even moved an inch in his sleep— which explains it because he too stayed up late as well as Wooyoung, but he only lasted until 1 a.m. while Wooyoung was determined to keep on staying awake. And it's half past 2 in the morning now. 20 minutes later, ultimately, he decided to give in and sleep.

His brain had let out a heavy sigh and if that organ could talk, it would probably say, "Fucking finally! It's about damn time this stupid dumbass goes to bed." Had that really happen, that would scare the shit out of Wooyoung. That would be a promising sight to see...

Yet when the young male closed his eyes and his brain was about to shut down to sleep, a vague noise was heard coming from outside. Wooyoung's eyes opened immediately.

"Oh my fucking god! What now?"
                                –Wooyoung's brain.

He stayed still for a moment to hear the sound again, just to make sure it wasn't his mind playing tricks. And there was it again. It seemed that it's coming from the back of the kitchen, Wooyoung guessed. He glanced at Yeosang who looked so peaceful in his slumber that he felt it's wrong to wake him up just to accompany him outside to check what the noise is about. Wooyoung contemplated whether he should leave the comfort of his bed and go inspect what happened or he should just get some sleep he should've two hours ago.

He didn't want to get up because he was tired already. Plus, it was freezing cold, since it's December, and it's probably snowing outside. Yet, if it ends up being a thief that's planning to rob the house, Wooyoung could possibly be the hero that night— unless he still thinks sleeping is more important.

Wooyoung sighed heavily at his bad luck as he sat up in his bed. Who the fuck rob a house in winter, anyway? He silently thought. With a huff, Wooyoung decided he should at least check the situation so that his mind would shut up about it. He peeled off his blanket that's been keeping him warm for hours and slipped on his fluffy slippers before making his way to exit the room.

As he stepped out of his room and closed the door shut quietly, Wooyoung cursed under his breath at the coldness he's being attacked with. Even with two layers of t-shirts and a sweater over his body couldn't supply enough heat to keep him warm from the cold. He hugged himself tightly after putting on his hoodie. God, I hate the cold. Is the heater broken again?