three.

Wu Fan is standing in his living room, talking to his friend on the phone. He only wears a pair of sweats to cover his long legs. He sighs and runs his hand through his bleached hair, annoyed with his objurgating friend. With a brief 'goodbye,' Wu Fan hangs up on Yixing and throws the telephone on his couch.

He looks up toward the room you are currently sleeping in. A mysterious smile spreads on his sore lips as he walks into the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee. At the memory of last night's event, throbs, but Wu Fan nonchalantly ignores it.

Because he knows he can satisfy it any time he wants.

a/n;; 116 words. last update for the night. i should be sleeping since i have finals this week .____. ;;