Lee Joon's P.O.V; first person

I sat in my white tank top and baggy shorts, practically half --- no I was in my underwear, beside I was at the dorm and everyone I knew was asleep around this time. I was exhausted but the light ding from my laptop awoken me, knowing my dreadful insomnia; I wasn't going to end up going to bed anytime sooner. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at Mir's alarm clock, in vivid green stating, 11:56 P.M; I glanced down to see our maknae sleeping soundly. I yawned and leaned towards the edge to grab my laptop to open the mail that had awaken my sleep. An email, from Kyung Hee Cyber University. I clicked the email and read the following message from my history professor;

Lee Changsun, I realized based on your tight schedule you are unable to attend class according. The material of your courses however have fallen behind, although you are not given a deadline because of your respected profession; I still however require this one project by this week if you want to receive at least a passing grade. The remaining, I will assume you will hand in by the end of the semester. Good Luck!

I grunted seeing the assignment wasn't long nor exhausting, but it was dull, a 1000 word essay describing Seoul's tourism statues within the pass ten years. I leaned against my bed-frames and cushioned myself into the pillow along the headboard. I began to research online about Seoul's tourism rate, currently and it's history, opening nearly 13 tabs. My mind suddenly began to wander again, as I recalled today. I had finish my broadcast today on Oh My School with Ki-Kawang. Aish, I thought; I could have easily beaten him today in the last challenge after he performed his flip stunt. A small smirk lingered along my pink lips, realizing maybe I was stopped and suggested to quit by the staff because they feared I might be injured. Did they fear for me that much? I began to feel cocky again, but my attention was caught when I heard a ding from my email account again. At this hour? I thought, as I curiously opened it, feeling as though the email's address was abit familiar but was clouded in my thoughts at the moment. I opened the email as my eye's slightly widen, surprised at what my eye's just came across:

Changsun is really beautiful, that smile, it stamped itself into my mind and dream last night. I really should drop out of KHCU this semester and switch, I'm irritated when we're having class and he end's up calling me over the phone to ask about the assignment; his cute laughter end's up ringing into my ear for hours. Ugh, I'm some-what relieved that he's backup on his assignment but at the same time, I real miss using that excuse to talk to him. But, I feel like he'll call me soon and talk for days because of the load he will have. I guess, I'll wait till then. End note.

I sat, abit startled as my eye's kept re-reading the sentences and suddenly realized who this was. I clearly stumped on a diary entree, of, oh god. I bite my lower lip and instantly closed my laptop, rushing into my closet as I changed into a black v-neck short sleeved shirt and dragged my legs into dark navy jeans. I closed the dorm's door behind me quietly and drove my car into my distinction.

Third Person;

As Lee Joon drove his car into the bright lighted highway on Seoul, as the sky remained pitch navy; he made a instant turn after driving for practically half-an-hour, eagerly. Arriving already into an condemnation area, similar to MBLAQ's as he parked his car along the sidewalk. He exited his car and stepped into a building, suddenly realizing he was suppose to bell inside and who the hell would open the door pass midnight? Aish, he thought, annoyed with what a chesty decide he made to come, but suddenly saw an old man coming by the lobby and glancing at Lee Joon. He approached the doorway and opened for entrances, stating in a hush tone,

"son, you should be out so late", he said slightly dull. Lee Joon, bowed low, to not only thank the elder grandfather for opening the door, but giving him access to go into the building and apologizing for being out so late, "yes, grandfather", he said respectful and smiled, heading up the stairs. Lee Joon, completely forgot to take the elevator but he easily arrived to the 12th floor of the apartment. He let out a deep sigh, as he walked out the silent hallway, finding the correct door. Glancing his eye's left to right, as he neared the end of the hall and suddenly saw, a label, stating, 1232. It was Beast's Dorm. He stood in-front of it and didn't even notice the sweat-drop rolling down his neck, as his hair and neck were damped from the running track he was on. Suddenly he became more nervous, his heart stopped, at the thump sound of, knock, knock, knock. Swallowing hard, he heard the familiar voice from behind, "coming...ugh", following a grunt. He realized he had just woken the person from their slumber, but if that was the case who else could have sent it? Lee Joon suddenly froze in panic and confusion, but it was too late to turn back now as the doorway opened. A elegant figure, wearing a white tank top and dark maroon sleeping pajamas, leaned against the doorway and glanced at Lee Joon; as he stared back dumbfolded, at the perfect ruffled black hair bed-mess male. The male's suddenly, instantly opened to see Lee Joon at his door, at this hour, he suddenly said softly in his musky voice, "Lee Joon...". Lee Joon's heart suddenly sank hearing his name heard from, the one and only, Yoon Doo-Joon.

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