Sunday, Yongguk had remembered to put on his alarm, so it wasn’t a surprise when hoodie-guy turned up at the door. Instead, he bid his mother goodbye properly, instead of just noticing she had already gone like yesterday. He had even showered before hoodie-guy came over, so he didn’t smell like bed. In short, he felt prepared. If he half ran to the front door when the bell chimed, it wasn’t of importance.

They started working immediately. With a paper to write that was to be handed in the following Friday and a presentation to make for the week after that, they weren’t in a hurry. As hoodie-guy had said ‘working at home took the stress off of them’. They had loads of time. And they worked really well together. Yongguk was kind of regretting not working together with the other guy before, as he was really nice. And he knew how to talk and fill the silences, so Yongguk didn’t feel as awkward.

It was just really nice being in hoodie-guy’s company.

“Let’s get something to eat, it’s been almost three hours,” hoodie-guy said after they finished yet another paragraph.

“Yeah sure,” Yongguk nodded and stood up. “Ramen?”

“How could I say no to that?” hoodie-guy smiled brilliantly. “But do you have any vegetables we could add?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Great, I’ve heard they should be good for you,” hoodie-guy winked. Yongguk couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle and his heart beat a little bit faster.

Hoodie-guy started talking about his horrible ‘spinach-teeth incident’, and how he had sworn he wouldn’t eat it again. Ever. Yongguk listened with a smile and let out a laugh every once in a while, as he made their ramen.

When two steaming bowls of ramen stood in front of them, hoodie-guy stayed quiet for a moment to eat.

“I must say, your ramen is good,” hoodie-guy complimented him. “Do you know how to cook anything else?”

“Uhm,” Yongguk felt his face turn warm. No. No, he didn’t know how to make anything else really. It was a major failure really, but he was always so busy with other things. So he didn’t have time for learning how to cook much.

“I’m guessing that’s either you don’t or you’re secretly a master chef,” hoodie-guy grinned with a twinkle in his eyes. “No offense, but I’d be guessing on the first.”

“Yeah, you’d be right,” Yongguk smiled shyly.

Hoodie-guy chuckled. “Well, not to brag, but I’m rather good at cooking. So I was thinking I could cook us something next time,” he suggested.

He felt his lips stretch in a wide smile. “Of course,” he nodded.

“We’ll have more time next weekend anyways, as all we have to do is finish up the presentation,” hoodie-guy smiled.

Yongguk’s heart gave a little skip. Hoodie-guy didn’t just want to get out of there when they finished their work. He was going to cook for Yongguk!

Wait, why was he getting so excited? No matter, hoodie-guy was nice and he was the closest thing to a friend he had outside of the internet. Yongguk paused mid-chew. He considered hoodie-guy somewhat like a friend now. That was weird. It never went this fast.

“What?” hoodie-guy asked, looking at him with worry.

“Nothing, I just thought of something,” Yongguk waved the other off. He considered hoodie-guy as a friend and he didn’t know his name! Why was he so bad at names? How could he get his name without making it obvious? People usually took it personal when you couldn’t remember their name. Especially when you consider them friends. .

“Okay, ‘cause you looked rather mortified right there,” hoodie-guy said, his worry not completely erased from his eyes.

“It’s just that I have to do my laundry soon,” Yongguk came up with the first excuse he could think of. Which was true. He had to wash his clothes soon, or he would run out of clean clothes.

Hoodie-guy laughed happily. “Yes, well that is indeed a horror in itself.”

Yongguk couldn’t help but smile back. Hoodie-guy was really nice. He just had to figure out what his name was, without clueing the other in.

The bell rang and Yongguk was startled out of his slumber. He had only just fallen asleep a few minutes before according to the clock, which was why the bell was able to get him out of his sleep. Groaning to himself, he looked around to find that most of his classmates were clearing out of the room. Hoodie-guy and two girls were the only ones left.

Hoodie-guy smiled at him as they made eye contact and Yongguk smiled back, before turning back around. He had gone to bed early yesterday. Well, the fact that he went to bed yesterday was a feat in itself. At 11:30pm he had laid himself in his bed and tried to fall asleep. Which ended up with him tossing and turning for hours, before he decided he might as well read something educational. He didn’t remember falling asleep after that.

Either way, he was practically a zombie now, but he was forcing himself to stay awake. He wanted to figure out who hoodie-guy was protecting from the jackets. It was just really hard and he really, really wanted to sleep.

Then he was napping away again.

When he woke up, it was to a poke in the arm. Looking up with bleary eyes, he found hoodie-guy sitting in the chair in front of him with a fond smile. He had a really nice smile.

“Good morning,” hoodie-guy smiled.

Yongguk groaned in answer.

“I hope you slept well, ‘cause you started snoring the last few minutes of class,” hoodie-guy grinned happily.

“I what?”

“Snored.”

“.”

“Like an old man.”

Yongguk groaned to himself in embarrassment.

“It was loud,” hoodie-guy chuckled. “But it was also great entertainment, so I’m not complaining.”

“Oops,” he said and scratched the back of his neck. He usually didn’t snore unless he was beyond tired.

Hoodie-guy’s eyes refocused onto his hair.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing you just,” hoodie-guy said and reached up. A second later, his hand retreated with a piece of paper. “I guess I missed that one,” he mumbled just loud enough for Yongguk to hear.

“Missed one?” Yongguk asked in confusion.

“It’s nothing,” hoodie-guy smiled once more and stood up. “I have to go home.”

“Okay,” Yongguk nodded and tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the other smiled fondly at him and went out of the classroom.

When he came home and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, he found another piece of paper that had gotten lost in his hair. What had happened? He didn’t remember any small paper pieces on the table that he could have turned in. He also found that his things in his bag were once again not as he left them and a small note of apology. Staring at the paper, he tried to remember where he had seen the writing before. It seemed familiar, and not just from the previous apology notes.

Realization hit him like a truck. This was hoodie-guy’s writing, wasn’t it?

Hurrying over to the stack of papers that he had from left from their project, he found one of the papers hoodie-guy had written on. It was exactly the same writing.

What?

Putting the paper back, he went over to his computer to turn it on. This was weird. Why would hoodie-guy mess up his things and then apologize with notes? Why didn’t he just tell him? What was he looking for? Why didn’t he ask for what he was looking for? This was all too weird.

With skype up and running, he found that Daehyun was online and called him. It took him a long time to answer. Yongguk was about to give up, when he finally answered. Daehyun and Youngjae appeared on the screen, Daehyun’s hair messy and Youngjae’s neck was red.

“Did I interrupt something?” Yongguk asked.

“Yup,” Daehyun answered with a small pout, while Youngjae grinned happily.

“Should I leave you to it?” he asked.

“No, what’s up?” Youngjae replied, still grinning happily.

“Uhm, I think hoodie-guy is the one messing up my things,” Yongguk said, still not sure if he should just let them get back to doing their thing.

“What?” Youngjae and Daehyun asked at the same time. They both wore the same expressions of confusion. It was kind of funny, but Yongguk was still in a state of confusion.

“Well, you know those notes that I found apologizing for the mess?” he began and the two nodded. “I found another one today and I found out the writing is the same as hoodie-guy’s.”

“Why would he mess up your things and apologize though?” Youngjae asked.

“Yeah, you two talk,” Daehyun nodded.

“I don’t know either, I think he’s looking for something,” Yongguk expressed his theory.

“Like what?” Youngjae asked.

“That’s what I don’t know,” Yongguk frowned.

“But if he was looking for something, why wouldn’t he just ask you for it? The two of you are friendly,” Youngjae asked, looking like he knew something Yongguk didn’t.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m so confused,” he said. He really was confused. Really confused.

“How about you ask him?” Daehyun suggested.

“Yeah, I think that’d be a good idea,” Youngjae nodded.

Yongguk hummed to himself. He didn’t know if he wanted to. Right now he felt rather… betrayed. But why, he didn’t know.

“Do it Yongguk,” Daehyun said softly, as if reading his thoughts. “It can’t hurt and it might clear some things up.”

Yongguk looked up at the screen at the two of them. “Okay, I’ll do it,” he nodded.

“Good! Tell us about what you get out of it tomorrow,” Youngjae smiled. “And not to be rude, we’ll be going again. Call if you need anything, okay.”

Yongguk smiled. “Okay.” He knew what they were going to get up to.

“Good, I’m going to be a real sport and be really friendly to my sweetheart now,” Daehyun grinned and Yongguk facepalmed.

“Yeah, yeah, just go,” he said, trying to erase the pictures in his mind.

“See you,” Youngjae sang as Daehyun cackled beside him and they hung up. Yongguk looked at the note next to his computer. He would ask tomorrow.

And there's chapter five.

I'm really good at updating, aren't I? ;) it's the best I've been in years.

And chapter six is already written (and extra long, because I couldn't stop).

Anyways, I'm going to go back to writing and I wish you all a nice day/night/whatever it is in your timezone. ^^

Peace out (^_^)v