Doojoon rubs his eyes slowly. He opens his right eye, try to catch a glimpse of his side. His right arm moves around, try to feel a familiar soft and warm body. He frowns and opens his eyes, shifting his body quickly, only to find nothing lays on the bed except the fluffy Mr. Bear. 

“Yoseob?” 

He hears a soft click as he sits up. A certain blonde head peeking in, simply grinning widely at him. Suddenly Doojoon feels like the sun shines directly to his face—so dazzling yet warm. 

“Good morning,” the blonde greets. 
“What time is it?” 
“Seven?” 
“Wow, you up so early.” 

Doojoon shifts carefully nearly without the familiar squeaking sound that always come up from the bunk bed, not wanting to wake up the others as he jumps off from the top of his bunk just like a skillful ninja. He walks to the blonde who still stands there, smiling to him and ruffles his hair. Yoseob pouts as he closes the door behind them. 

“Don’t mess up my hair. I just wash it up.” 
“You know I love to mess up your hair, right?” Doojoon wraps his arm around the younger shoulder, “You smell good, by the way.” 

Yoseob blushes slightly as he looks up to the older boy. “You know. It’s apple mint.” 
“What?” 
“Apple mint,” Yoseob repeats, “My new shampoo’s scent. We bought it yesterday, remember?” 

Doojoon’s mind flies as he tries to remember. 


“Shampoo.. shampoo.. shampoo..” Yoseob muttered. Doojoon walked beside him, pushed their tr