If it is not for the conservative rounds of bloody rat-a-tats on his door, Junhoe should already be asleep. 

  He has to source an outlet for his anger, somehow. So, he arises from his bed, stomps his way to the door, ready to give the person behind that door a piece of his mind. He is positive, the person will not like it one bit. With an exceptionally hard twist of doorknob, it reveals a phenomenal human being in the form of Kim Jiwon. Junhoe's temper vanishes as quick as it surfaces.    "What brings you here?" Junhoe questions, candidly curious at Jiwon's sudden appearance. The other issue that truly concerns him, is the timing. Either Jiwon does not own a clock- Actually, clock? Really? It is 21st century, for 's sake. Provided that Jiwon, the most sought-after boy in campus, does not have phone in his possession, Junhoe will give him the benefit of doubt. Which is inane, because Junhoe's memories will not fail him. They clearly exchanged phone numbers, hours ago, in the cafeteria. He can even hold onto those students to be his eyewitnesses. To a greater extent, he will drag Jiwon's friends into this matter if he has to.   Hold on, friends?   "You weren't listening, were you?" Jiwon sighs, shoulders dropping. He braces doorframe, because fiddling with his fingers in front of Junhoe will make him look sort of pathetic. He will like to maintain his image, for as long as he can manage, thank you very much. Jiwon focuses on Junhoe's fair legs, "It is a movie night at my place and I was wondering, would you like to join us?"   "Sure, why not." Junhoe says. He swears, Jiwon's eyes light up at that.    "Really?" Jiwon tries hard, like really really hard, to be indifferent about it. He does not want to seem desperate.   Junhoe card his digits through his sandy brown hair, in attempt to tame some of the wild flyaway. "Well, you've almost tear down my door to wake me up. I can't let your efforts go down the drain, right?"   "Right, right." And that is all Jiwon can come up with.   "One second yeah?" Junhoe twirls on the ball of his heels, quick on his foot to his bed that is placed on the far end of his room. He bundles up his blanket in his arms, taking hasty steps to Jiwon.    Oddly enough, Jiwon thinks Junhoe is absolutely adorable like this. He can't even see where he is going, he snickers.    Junhoe thought he bumps into a brick wall, when in reality, it is just Jiwon standing between the intersection of his room and the hallway. "Do you mind?" Junhoe asks, flippantly. Jiwon can't help but to chortle fondly at Junhoe. The younger must be glunching behind that mountain of thick cotton blanket, but too bad, that is the only thing he can do.    Presuming that it is a girl in Junhoe's position, Jiwon will have long lifted that load from her. However, Junhoe is a guy and Jiwon does not plan on treating him otherwise. Junhoe probably holds his pride in high esteem and given the incident in the afternoon, Jiwon knows, Junhoe will do what he deems fit. He does not take orders from others very well or so he seems like it.    Junhoe barely stretches an arm straight, he exerts enough force on Jiwon, nonetheless. "Move," he huffs.   Jiwon chortles a pinprick brighter as he clamps down a hand on the bend of Junhoe's left elbow to guide to his room.    Although Junhoe's vision is blocked, according to the distance they walked, Jiwon's place is only two to three rooms down the corridor from his. Junhoe bear in mind to ask Jiwon something later.    Jiwon opens the door with his free hand while the other slides to the small of Junhoe's back, gently pushing him inside. Sensing that it is the right time to heft the pile from Junhoe, he wraps it onto his chest and dumps it on his bed.    Junhoe is benumbed when he meet five pairs of eyes set on him, eagerly and rigorously.    "What do you want to drink?" Jiwon asks, already rummaging his mini fridge in mid-sentence. Junhoe is at loss for words. Shouldn't Jiwon introduce his friends to him first? He is legitimately dumbstruck.    The shortest among them smacks Jiwon's arm, he yanks the other boy forcefully and whispers something harshly. He does not hold back on his strength in apprising Jiwon the discomfort that he has to attend to.    "Okay okay, my bad! Just stop hurting me, oh god." Jiwon rubs his arm while pouting.    "Guys, this is Junhoe. Junhoe, this are my crazy friends." In a trice, Jiwon is entitled to six pairs of eyes. Funny how they barely know each other, yet, shares a same thought. Because, That's it? The introduction is way too vague. Jiwon raises a brow, truly unable to make head or tail of the black looks that he is subjected to. "What?"   Silence.   "So, your choice of beverage?" Jiwon opens the mini fridge once more. Junhoe slaps a palm on his forehead. How can someone be this oblivious? He grumbles, "Water is fine."   "Was he dropped as a baby?" Junhoe lambastes Jiwon under his voice, saying it more to himself. As he manoeuvres to the couch, the smallest guy is the first to greet him. He is tittering, softly. "Let's just say he is, will it make you feel better knowing that you're in fact, h