"Jeonghan will you please--" Seungcheol grunted but Jeonghan barely understood what he just said and continued poking his neck, cheeks, chest and wherever his fingers could land. It annoyed Seungcheol, but Jeonghan was out of it. "Jisoo ya, let me sleep in your room, I want to sleep on a bed tonight," Jeonghan mumbled and the very second he mentioned someone else's name, Seungcheol got ticked off. Whoever is this Jisoo, Jeonghan must've been close to him. "It's your turn on the bed, Yoon Jeonghan," Seungcheol opened the door and attempted to place Jeonghan carefully down, but awefully failed because he wiggled and fell to the bed. It was so late that Snow was already sleeping. No barks welcomed them that night.

"Jesus--" Seungcheol stretched his back, he couldn't deny the fact that it hurts. "I AM YOON JEONGHAN, GRADUATING AS VALEDICTORIAN!!!!!!" Jeonghan cheered and shouted for himself. "Shut up you--" Seungcheol immdiately covered his mouth and sat beside him, "Our dorm mates would wake up-" he half whispered and half shouted. "Psh-- Shua ya, you know I'm tired of being perfect?" Jeonghan died down and a sad expression was painted on his face. Seungcheol's heart tightened at the sight of Jeonghan. He removed his hand and let the latter speak. "I'm tired of aiming, what do I get when I reach it?" tears formed in his eyes, he sniffed and wiped it off, "My life doesn't have any direction.." Jeonghan bit his lips and laughed, "I'm drunk! Yaaaaaaay!" He shifted and lai