Tired. Exhausted. Soonyoung felt like his soul’s leaving his body to be honest. But he pushed thoughts of his comfortable bed and sleeping until noon at the back of his mind. He really had no choice as of the moment.

Despite arriving at his dorm extremely late after another tiresome dance practice and having almost no sleep the night before, Soonyoung woke up early - against his will mind you - and came to school to watch the basketball team’s game. Again, against his will.

Beady almond eyes turned into icy crescents, the silent seething rage a contrast to his usual warm and carefree gaze. “Why do I have to be here?” Soonyoung said through gritted teeth, glaring at his roommate. The latter was the one who had unceremoniously dragged a half awake Soonyoung out of his pillow fort.

“Why do I have to come with you anyway? You don’t even like basketball,” he added, voice almost whining.

Seungkwan, his always noisy yet sometimes caring roommate, rolled his eyes at Soonyoung’s words. “I didn’t specifically say I don’t like basketball,” he replied a tad defensively. “I just didn’t realise how fascinating it was before!” he sassily reasoned.

Soonyoung felt his left eye twitch in annoyance. He was about to rant off but then felt someone sit beside him. He turned to his side and saw his best friend, Jihoon. Eyebrows shot up in good surprise.

“Jihoon!” Soonyoung exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” he asked, quite confused. As far as he knew, his best friend doesn’t l