“Suho,” I called. “Suho, wake up. It’s almost 6 am. You need to go home,” I told him while shaking him to wake up.

He finally did. Opening his eyes, he murmured. “Why is there an angel in my room?”

I frowned to what he said. What is he talking about? This guy must still be dreaming. I shook him hard, prodding him to wake his still sleeping consciousness. “Suho,” I called.

He then sat up, squeezed her eyes close then opened them to look at me. “I’m sorry. I forgot I’m in your room.”

Rolling my eyes, I told him, “Just fix yourself and hurry home. We still have a class at 8. Get up now!”

“Okay,” he said then stood up. He spent a moment fixing his own self then headed to my bedroom door.

“Wait! Where are you going?” I asked.

“Uh, out? I’m going home,” he simply said.

I glowered at him. He might wake up the girls if he goes out that way. He won’t be using the main door. That’s final. I walked over to the window and opened it, “This is your way out.”

“What?”

I rolled my eyes. “You heard me, Suho. Out now,” I told him.

Confusion was written all over his face but he strolled near me though. I beamed to that. Now, looking at me, he asked, “Why am I not allowed going out the main door?”

“Suho,” I groaned. “This way is especially for you only. Will you just be grateful ab