Finally. Common room was finally empty, no loud newbies, no snickering about boys, nothing. So Wooyoung took the opportunity to rest his mind for a bit until everyone was away. He sat on one of the green cushioned wooden chairs and put his feet on the land back chair in front of him, closing his eyes. It was dimly aside from the light coming from the three little windows next to each other, which gave a calming vibe.

Wooyoung let hus thoughts drift off then, sighing in relief and a bit of sadness, but it was still content. He succeeded in completing his homework and was happy because now there was no weight on his chest, aside from his existence, but still. It didn't count. He sat there for a few minutes until footsteps echoed in the hallway, causing him to tense up. He listened closely to the soft padding of shoes, luckily not heels because that meant it was their headmaster checking for the homework hour. Stupid woman.

Footsteps came closer and went away along the way to downstairs, Wooyoung relaxed again. Maybe a bit more won't hurt, right?

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It was an hour ago, and Wooyoung didn't realize that he fell asleep there. Feet still up and eyes heavy from sleep, and who was he faced to face with? Yunho.

"Heyo," Yunho greeted softly as he sat beside Wooyoung on the same chair. There were three wooden chairs, so. "You look so cute sleeping, you know?"

"I know, you always remind me," Wooyoung mumbled, rubbing his eyes to get rid of sleepiness. Yunho didn't say anything for a long minute, just gazing at Wooyoung's soft, beautiful face. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, fingers grazing his cheek.

"You're really pretty, you know? I hate to see you sad all the time," he said softly, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "I'm here for you. You can tell me if you're bothered or just want to talk,"

Wooyoung didn't hesitate to hug Yunho the second he finished his sentence, sitting half on his lap to hug him more comfortably. He couldn't hold the tears back anymore at the warmth of Yunho, just wanting to be held. And Yunho held him so dearly he started sobbing and rambling.

"Shhh, it's ok. I've got you," Yunho assured him a few times, rubbing his back and carresing his hair to give some more comfort. Since Wooyoung loved affection, he kissed his temple and held him closer. "It's ok, I've got you,

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BTW I hate English class, teacher is giving us description or some shit to write bruh

If anyone is reading this afterall I don't think so

Have a good day