A flash sparked up the sky, passing through the dim bedroom, scattering aside darkness before allowing it to swallow everything whole. Sheer seconds after, a thunder rolled into the skies, clouds rupturing with immeasurable intensity.

Mingi jolted awake, chest heaving slowly, waist held in place by the strong presence beside him. Yunho's arm was idly swung over the male's lower back, a protective gesture that he cherished at first and was completely elated by. He had moved to his bed sometime during the night, knowing that Mingi wasn't a fan of storms, to keep him company.

Stirring awake due to the orange-haired student's movements, the taller yawned sleepily, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand before assessing the look on the other's face. "Mingi? Are you okay?" He propped himself up, closing in the distance between them by placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

It was an action the younger was too dazed to fully register. "Y-Yeah, it just... startled me. That's all." Mingi nodded, partially trying to convince himself that the words escaping his mouth were true.

"You sure?" The pinkette leaned his head to the side, the hand that was resting on the other's posterior now rubbing comforting circles onto his back.

"I'm fine, Yunho." Even though the obscure setting, he peeked at the concerned male, gulping a steady breath as another rumble echoed outside, a meek shiver accompanying the sound.

Yunho grimaced at the reaction, bringing the smaller closer, allowing him to snuggle against his warmth. "C'mere pumpkin." He motioned, shifting the blanket so it would cover more of Mingi's befuddled frame, head moving instantly in the crook of the other's neck.

So comfortable... So delicate. A shelter for him to always hide underneath whenever clashing against troubles, people, and most importantly, rain. The redhead exhaled his worries away, his slight gust tickling Yunho's senses. "Hey," He spoke, avoiding the taller's scrutiny.

"Hm?" Was his short answer, a small droning for the smaller to understand that he was listening.

"Why are you so good to me?" Barely a rasp, Mingi managed to shut his eyes, pushing himself as close as he possibly could, the desperate tint of his movements coercing the older to select a rather questioning frame of mind. "We haven't even known each other for that long..."

"Well, for starters... You're amazing, smart, and handsome..." Halting for a second, Yunho recollected his thoughts, kissing the younger's forehead once again before continuing. "And even if you weren't all those, I would've still cared about you. Wanna know why?"

Seeing as no answer emitted out from Mingi, he grinned a tad, realizing he had fallen asleep very shortly. Giggling, he finished his statement. "Because you're you and I want to keep you with me for as long as I can."

The next morning, Hongjoong tiptoed into the room, eager to tell the pair of what had occurred the previous night but paused seeing the scene ahead. The two titans were wrapped in each other's arms, gentle dozes surrounding the room and warming Hongjoong's heart. He wished he had his phone on him to snap a photo for later. Closing the door behind him, he made sure to do so carefully as not to wake the sleeping pair.

When walking out into the kitchen, the blunette found Yeosang gazing out the window, his expression unreadable. Hongjoong shrugged at it, simply muttering a light good morning before reaching for a coffee mug and the contents he'd pour inside. The true love of his life awaited in the brewing pot, warm, refreshing and the only thing he deemed necessary to live on this rock he called home. After all, he didn't drink coffee to wake up. He woke up to drink coffee.

"Do you drink anything but caffeine?" Said the younger male, finally turning to him. His comment earned a scornful glare from his senior, who looked five seconds away from downright growling at him. "I don't think I've ever seen you eat anything that isn't coffee grounds."

"I don't think I've seen you eat period," Hongjoong scoffed, pouring his drink regardless of Yeosang's comment. "Get some meat on those bones, will you? Someone could snap you in half, you're so thin."

"Wow you really woke up on the wrong side of the bed, didn't you?" Actually, he woke up snuggled warmly in Seonghwa's arms. His heartbeat alone was lulling, swaying with his mind as Hongjoong's own nearly matched in tempo. His soft but deep snores were music to his ears, drawing him closer and his warmth was something he didn't realise how desperately he had been craving.

It was like magic.

"You could say that again, worst night of my life."

Yeosang hummed and went back to staring out the window while Hongjoong took a seat at the dining table. Light splatters from the water outside hit the glass in front of him, encasing the atmosphere with a tranquil aura. It was sure to fade once the others awoke but he would enjoy it while he still could.

He had always wondered how something so dainty could do such a 180 and turn into a hurricane. The rain fascinated him because of that. Its duality was interesting. One moment it was relaxing, bringing forth such stillness and comfort, only to turn your world upside down the next.

In truth, Yeosang didn't know if his thoughts were really about the rain or the man sleeping in the room just by him. There was one thing he knew for sure, a storm was coming today. In more ways than one.

One by one, the other members of the house began to trudge into the kitchen and living room, some more energetic than others. Jongho was the most lively of the bunch, waking up to make himself a protein shake with ease while Wooyoung had stayed in bed the longest. It was only quarter-to twelve when he awoke but it didn't seem to be by his own fruition.

As the group heard him shout, "FUCK!" Followed by a harsh thump on the ground. He stormed into the living room about three minutes later, grumbling under his breath. It was clear he had just fallen off his bed and had no hope of drifting back asleep.

"Guys, Wooyoung disobeyed rule four!" Yunho exclaimed suddenly, catching everyone else's attention.

Seonghwa soon chimed in by saying, "That means he has to be punished," and smirking right after.

Mingi rolled his eyes at the expression on the oldest student's face, telling him to go drink some water and chill. "Your turn to get the week's groceries, Wooyoung." He announced, officially deciding this punishment for everyone. Both San and Seonghwa could be heard sighing but didn't object any further.

"Are you kidding me?" Screeched the freshman.

"Hey, inside voices, remember? You wouldn't want a real punishment, would you Wooyoungie?"

"Rule five, remember Choi," The pinkette turned his attention to Hongjoong. "Keep your kinks to yourself. Get your horny ass in check." Yunho and Jongho shared a laugh at this and while San whined that it wasn't funny, Wooyoung had already stalked off to get ready for his task.

"Guys...check your phones," Yeosang said suddenly. The group looked at each other curiously but did as they were told. In bold red, there was a banner flashing across the top of their phones, warning of a massive storm blowing through the area. Within the next two hours, the entire campus would go into lockdown. "Shit, Wooyoung! Hurry up and get the groceries before we starve to death!"

"I saw the alert, I'm coming, I'm coming." The lilac-haired grumbled. Dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, Wooyoung grabbed his jacket as well as the list stuck to the fridge. Instead of just getting the groceries themselves, there was a flipbook in the kitchen that they handed to whoever was going to the store that day. His eyes went wide as he flipped through at least three pages of requests, letting out a loud groan. "Hongjoong, can you drive me? I don't want to have to walk in the rain and carry all this shit."

"That sounds like a you problem, mate." Said the older male, sipping at his black coffee.

"I'll organise all your nail polish," Hongjoong merely hummed. "And I'll iron all your clothes."

"For real? Let me get my coat!" Wooyoung did a little fist pump, grabbing his hyung's keys off their hook and skipping off to his car in the meantime. The blunette raced by, murmuring his goodbyes on the way out, as Mingi reminded them that they only had two hours to fetch everything.

That left the six of them alone. With the two loudest people in the house gone, what should they do?

Ignore one another?

Sounds like a plan.

"So should we-"

"I'm going to my room."

"Nice chat, see all of you later."

"Sit the fuck down, all of you." This command, said by Mingi, made everyone freeze in place. Now that he had gotten everyone to stay, the redhead cleared his throat. "Come on, since we're all here and we're not leaving anytime soon, why don't we get to know each other a little? I mean seriously, I don't even know Yeosang's surname."

"It's Kang," He said quite plainly. "Can I go to my room now?"

"You're like a moody teenager, I swear." Yeosang heard Jongho grumble. His head whipped in his direction, gaze sharp and immediately making him go quiet. The older man turned back around, rolling his eyes as he shifted in his seat.

He couldn't believe he had to be stuck in here with these people...

"Well don't look so disappointed," This time, it was Seonghwa who commented. "Could be worse. You could be getting groceries in the middle of a storm." Yeosang shrugged in agreement, bringing his legs to his chest and looking towards the window.

Having enough of the silence, Yunho stood to his feet and clapped his hands together. "Right well, I'm starving. I'm gonna make some waffles. Jongho, mind helping me out?"

Jongho glanced at him, obviously puzzled by this request. "What makes you think I can help?"

"Well, you're rooming with Wooyoung and he can cook. So you must have picked up a thing or two as well."

"That's not how that works but sure but if we burn down the kitchen it's on you." One pair was off. San looked at Mingi, and Mingi looked at San. The split second of eye contact they made was awkward enough for them to both turn away and pretend to do something else. That left Seonghwa and Yeosang together.

Seeing as they were sitting next to one another, they figured a little conversation wouldn't hurt anyone. What they would talk about, neither were sure yet. So they would get the basics out of the way first. "What are you majoring in?"

"Art and design. You?"

"Business. Got any kinks?" Basics didn't necessarily mean basic and Yeosang didn't hesitate to chuckle at how odd this question was. It was a sound that had caught San's attention. With the pinkette glaring at the pair whilst they continued to chat. "It doesn't hurt to know, does it?"

"Is it your business though, Park?"

"It could be, Kang. I take it that's a sign you're with someone then?" Glancing behind his shoulder, Yeosang saw San was tapping away at his phone and that Jongho was happily mixing waffle batter with Yunho. The raven-haired bit his bottom lip for a brief moment before shaking his head.

"No, completely single," He replied coolly, leaning into his right hand. Lies. Seonghwa could see right through him but he'd leave Yeosang be. "And you? I noticed you've got a thing going on with Hongjoong. Care to share any details?" Seonghwa pursed his lips. He had anticipated that someone would question his and Hongjoong's relationship. Before last night, he assumed he could be completely aloof about it and feel nothing. Yet when he had Joong in his arms, pressed against his chest throughout the night, it brought back a flood of pleasant memories.

He didn't want to throw that all away. "Nothing much, in all honesty. He likes to play hard to get and I don't always have the energy for that."

"Tsk, alright. You're a bit of an asshole, you know that, Park?"

"Sure, but you already knew that, didn't you, Kang?"

A while later, the door opened. Their heads turned to see Hongjoong and Wooyoung, one dry and the other shivering through his drenched coat. It had only been about half an hour but they managed to get back with everything in hand.

Hongjoong placed his bags on the kitchen counter while Wooyoung tossed his soaking coat to the floor. "Can someone please put the heater on!" He exclaimed. Dumping his plastic carriers right next to his hyungs.

"Sure, once you pick up your coat," Said Mingi, only to be ignored by what Wooyoung rambled on about next.

"This asshole made me carry these in the rain! All while slowly driving next to me! I swear to God Hongjoong, I'm going to rip all your skirts in half for this!"

"Do that and I won't hesitate to kill you in your sleep," The blueberry replied, his calm voice making this statement even more passive-aggressive. "You asked me to drive you to the store, not back home. You can't get mad at me for your lack of clarification." Wooyoung only scowled at him. The others watched him storm off to his room and simply went on with their business, unbothered by his scornful attitude.

Jongho did his best to put the batter in the waffle maker without spilling it everywhere but in the end, it turned out to be quite messy. He frowned at the excessive amount of mix on his hands, wondering how anyone could manage to do this cleanly.

"Having trouble?" He heard Yunho chuckle.

"Just a little bit..." The older student shook his head, grabbed a damp towel off the sink and took Jongho's hand right after. Gently, he wiped up as much of the mess as he could, furrowing his brow and questioning how he managed to get it like this. "You'll have to ask the waffles because I genuinely don't know."

From the couch, Yeosang eyed the exchange sceptically. Jongho was giggling as Yunho wiped his hands, muttering a few things he couldn't quite catch. They must've been nice sentiments given how Yunho laughed. Yeosang made a face, hefty lour going unnoticed by the pair, rolling his eyes. What could they be talking about that was just so entertaining? "Jealous?" Said Seonghwa, tilting his head with a smirk.

"Why should I be? I know damn well that Yunho's too busy in Mingi's bed to even consider someone like Jongho."

"You act like I'm not literally sitting across from you," The redhead grumbled. He spared them a single disapproving glance before going back to his laptop. Given how focussed he looked, whatever he was working on must have been pretty important and Yunho managed to catch the edge in his voice, even from the kitchen. His brow furrowed at the sight.

He excused himself from Jongho, hoping he could handle the cooking by himself. "I probably can't-" But Yunho had walked away regardless, leaving the younger with bowls of batter and a possible fire hazard to deal with.

Sliding down next to the orange-haired, Yunho ignored the sceptical looks he earned from the others and focussed on Mingi. "Are you alright, princess?" He whispered. Curiously, he looked down at what the younger had been researching, only to be startled when he slammed his laptop shut.

"I'm fine," Mingi hummed. Before Yunho could press for questions, he stood to his feet, excusing himself from the others to walk off to his room. As he strolled off, Wooyoung came back in. "Pick up your coat."

"Nah," He perched himself in Mingi's previous seat, quirking a brow at the annoyed way Yunho gazed at him. "Got a problem?"

"You're a fucking cockblock," Yeosang piped up, nearly earning him a slap on the head from Seonghwa. Although Yunho didn't deny this, he still crossed his arms and looked away.

"I hate it here..."

---

Nighttime fell on the house of degenerates. The only pleasant thing about the evening was the moon and stars resting in the night sky and even then, no one was paying attention to them. Why?

"That's not how you cut a fucking carrot!"

"As if you know anything about cooking, fucking short ass."

"I'm going to kill you if you don't shut the hell up!"

"What the hell did we say about the mint chocolate? You had one fucking job!"

"COULD YOU ASSHOLES BE ANY LOUDER?"

"If there is a god, all I want is for them to kill me where I stand."

Mingi was the only one smart enough to retreat to his room, despite him being the one to suggest that they all spend time together in the first place. Only Yunho seemed to notice his absence but was too busy trying to keep Hongjoong from attacking Wooyoung with vegetables to go see what he was doing. This wasn't helped by the fact that San and Jongho had begun arguing about only God knows what, Seonghwa had been the one to screech about mint ice cream and even Yeosang, who usually seemed to get a kick out of the drama, looked to be annoyed.

Jesus fucking Christ it was only night one.

In all fairness, this was the first time they had all been in the house together since their arrival as most had conflicting schedules that didn't allow them to be here at the same time. That being said, now that they were all in the same building they would much rather be anywhere else.

The storm had picked up exponentially both inside and outside.

Eventually, Yunho managed to drag the squirming gremlin in his grip into the living room, away from Wooyoung. Leaving the younger student to huff and get back to his cooking. He deeply regretted asking Hongjoong for help after he ranted on how to cut produce for five minutes.

Luckily enough, there was still someone willing to help him get dinner done.

Seonghwa.

"Need some assistance?" Wooyoung glanced up at the taller male, grinning.

"Yeah, that'd be great."

Let the bullshit begin.

Within seconds, their exchange caught the attention of both San and Hongjoong. "You're quite feisty, aren't you, Woo?" Said Seonghwa and Wooyoung didn't hesitate to giggle.

"You like guys with a bit of passion, don't you? If your offer still stands, I'd be more than willing to show you what else I can do." Hongjoong gagged from his seat on the couch, visibly bothered by this line. In all honesty, he was hoping Wooyoung had heeded his warning because it didn't just apply to San but also the blonde fuck boy standing next to him.

Yet there was something about how close they were that also made him irritated. Seonghwa's brushes against the younger's shoulder, the playful and suggestive looks they shared. It all just rubbed him the wrong way.

San had a similar reaction, gazing at the pair with his bothered expression. He hadn't had a conversation with Wooyoung all day and to see him flirt like that in front of him was torture. Instead of sulking about it like Hongjoong, he decided to say something. It was a trait he shared with Wooyoung but not for a very good reason.

"You're wasting your time with that one, Park. I doubt there's anything he can offer you worth your while."

Wooyoung's hand clenched around his cutting knife. Murder is never the answer. Murder is never the answer. But out of all the ways to start a conversation between them, why choose this? "Jealous already? Give us a bit and I'll give you a real reason to be mad."

"Keep it in your pants Jung," Hongjoong hissed. All it took was for him to chime in and both students shut their mouths. After last time, they weren't looking to argue with him again.

Eager to leave, Jongho took out his phone. "How long are we gonna be stuck here for?" He pondered aloud as he searched for how long the storm may carry on. The answer made him want to chuck his device out a window. "O-One week! Why?!"

"I can't wait to get away from you, dumbasses."

"That's the first thing I've heard you say that I actually agree with." Muttered the maknae, hearing what Yeosang had said. They both eyed the intense staring contest Wooyoung and San were currently engaged in, neither hesitating to roll their eyes at how childish it seemed. Sounds of the wind howling outside their walls echoed around them, strengthening the tense atmosphere. It would only be a matter of time before someone snapped.

Yet before the flames of agitation could reign free throughout the building, Yunho needed to be sure Mingi was doing alright. He had snuck out in the midst of Woosan's little spat and slipped into his room unnoticed. He saw the orange-haired student typing at his laptop, notes scattered across his bed whilst he muttered incoherent phrases to himself when he entered their shared living space.

Good god, he's worse than Hongjoong. The pinkette thought to himself, sighing with worry. It took a moment but once Mingi noticed the other titan's presence in the doorway, he immediately shut his laptop, earning a sceptical look from him. "Something wrong? You looked upset when you walked away earlier."

"Ah, I just wanted to get some homework done and they were being a bit distracting. That's all." Yunho had been friends with Hongjoong for long enough to recognise a fake smile when he saw one and Mingi's was sounding several alarms in his head. The look on his face must have seemed too harsh, as Mingi's grin eventually faded, face turning slightly more anxious.

Slowly, the older man made his way towards him with Mingi stiffening at every step he took closer. His face remained the same, emotionless and unsettling, a strange feeling of uncertainty filling the pits of the younger male's stomach. Yet to his surprise, all he felt was a soft pair of lips grace his forehead. "Relax, princess." He whispered gently. The name brought forth a patch of blush on his cheeks. The way Yunho said it just made the butterflies in Mingi's stomach swoon. "Worry about school later, okay?"

"Alright, I'll try." Yunho grinned and pulled him to his feet, hand landing on his ass once he stood up.

"Atta boy!" He exclaimed, combating the embarrassed grin on Mingi's face.

"You're shameless, you know that?"

"Only when it comes to you, princess." His puckered lips moved towards the younger, only for his face to swiftly be pushed away. Yunho giggled nonetheless and told him to see what the others were up to. "I don't know how long they'll survive without a functional adult in the room."

With a smile, Mingi nodded at him, leaving soon after. The second he was gone, Yunho's grin dropped, eyes trailing towards the mess of papers on his roommate's bed. Curiously he took one of the crumpled masses into his clutches, unravelling it and examining the contents on its surface. The notes were rather haphazardly written but he still managed to perceive its readings.

JYP murder culprit? The top of the page read...
Teachers in question:
Mark Tuan
Chae Hyungwon
Students in question:
Lee Minho
Han Jisung
Jeong Yunho

Peculiar. Yunho eyed his name, expression puzzled at the list of suspects. Seeing those familiar titles made him clutch the paper furiously. Wordlessly, he scrunched it back up and threw it back to Mingi's bed, a ticked off sigh leaving his lips.

"So...My little detective wants to play games, now does he? Fine. I'll let you play, for now, princess."

---

Back in the realm of chaos, all was finally well once dinner had been finished. As long as people had food in their mouths, there was no way for them to argue with one another. Alls to say, it went well but only because no one dared speak with each other.

A few moments prior to this, Hongjoong had threatened Yeosang with scissors so the tension definitely remained. Now here they all were seated at the dining table together. Though it was certainly an awkward ten minutes, it was a peaceful time nonetheless.

Alas, all good things must come to an end and that came when Jongho began collecting everyone's plates. It was his turn to do the dishes but he didn't necessarily mind. He would do anything to avoid talking with the others. The issue only came when it came to who would be helping him clean up.

He listened to the two minutes it took for them to decide. To be honest, he was hoping for Yunho or even Wooyoung, even if he knew his friend wouldn't do jack shit and would end up talking the entire time. Unfortunately, he was in a never-ending battle with fate which meant Yeosang was the one ordered to assist him.

On the inside, he had jumped out of a window, translating to an angry scowl once Yeosang walked over to the sink. "I don't need your help." He spat, yanking the sponge out of the raven-haired's hands.

Yeosang responded by reaching over and grabbing the other one laying on the window cill. "I'll wash, you dry." He stated. Jongho wasn't even given the chance to argue, as his peer had already started.

Unlike with the others, the silence was maintained on Yeosang's part and for once, it was Jongho who wanted to speak. What he wanted to say... he wasn't quite sure. The lack of conversation was working in their favour as they had been making quick work of their task without it but even then, it didn't feel right. "What's on your mind," The older man spoke, his sudden voice making Jongho jump a little. "You always have that look when you're thinking about something. So, what is it?"

His tone was a little demanding but this blunt nature was something Jongho had grown used to over the years. "It's nothing..."

"No, it's not. Just tell me what it is. I won't leave you alone until you do."

"Well maybe it's none of your business," Swiftly turning in Yeosang's direction, Jongho glared up at him. "I don't know why you think you're still entitled to hearing my feelings after what you did. But you wanna know what's been on my mind? Sure. You. There, simple as that. You and the way you just expect me to act fine around you. Do you honestly think I'm going to sit here and play mind games with you? We're not in high school anymore, Yeosang. I don't want to waste energy on you or whatever you think we are, especially when you know I hold no feelings for you!"

Jongho did his best to keep his voice levelled yet he couldn't help but be a little irritated by the end. It was only made worse by the look Yeosang gave him - pure apathy.

"I don't know where you got all that," He said cooly, returning to the dishes a moment later. "We haven't talked all day, I'm not sure how I can be on your mind. I'm sure you're just overthinking things, Jongho."

"Y-You..." It all made him feel so foolish. All he received was a quick glance from his peer, steel brown eyes staring down at him making him feel even more thoughtless. It was the kind of look that made Jongho want to curl up in a corner and never leave. He hated this feeling so much...

Never one to trust traitors, as he so kindly put it, Wooyoung had kept a watchful eye on their exchange from the living room, ignoring whatever fruitful conversation the others were engaged in. It was only when he noticed the uncomfortable expression on Jongho's face did he stand to his feet, ready to give Yeosang a piece of his mind for whatever he had said.

Yet...

Dink

As always, fate had other plans.

"Fuck, the power!" Darkness encased the house within seconds and all was silent, save for the violent storm raging just outside. Each of them felt around for their cellphones, bringing light back to their visions soon after. The group groaned collectively.

"Oh god, I hate power outages..." Mumbled Wooyoung.

"Don't tell me you're scared of the dark," Yunho chuckled, his teasing made Wooyoung's cheeks burn, though he was thankful it was too dark for them to notice.

Seonghwa brought his light closer to his face, just under his chin, illuminating its features. "Perhaps it's not the dark but maybe what's inside of it- BOO!"

Hongjoong, Mingi and Wooyoung all shrieked simultaneously, earning several snickers from the others. "FUCK OFF!" Shouted the latter of the bunch, crossing his arms and storming off to the kitchen.

This only made the rest chuckle a little longer, only dying down a while later. Hongjoong glanced down at his phone, quirking his brow at the time. "Maybe this is a sign we should all go to bed," he cited his clock, which read quarter-past ten. None of them were necessarily tired, after all, they were college students. Sleep was basically an option for them but they didn't want to cause any more spats by staying up.

So they went off to their room in pairs. Mingi had his arm wrapped around Yunho's waist as they walked away, Hongjoong didn't bother looking at Seonghwa once he was off and Jongho did the same for Yeosang. That meant San and Wooyoung were alone.

The younger had remained in the kitchen, pouting over the previous endeavour, his back pressed against the polish granite of their countertops. San sighed, biting his bottom lip as he made his way over to him. "Hey..."

"What the fuck do you want you cheating, lying, piece of shit."

"Ouch..."

"You deserve it." Hostility aside, San went to Wooyoung's side anyway. Contrary to what he was expecting, he wasn't pushed away by the younger. Rather, he was simply ignored. It was nothing a little conversation couldn't fix, of course.

"You're quite feisty, aren't you?" The way he mimicked Seonghwa didn't seem to be appreciated, as Wooyoung raised his brow at this statement, rolling his eyes soon after. "Oh come on, Wooyoung. What are you so mad about?"

"You did not seriously just ask me that?"

San shrugged, tilting his head towards the lilac-haired. "I won't know unless you tell me."

"Choi San... I swear to god I-"

"Love me more than anything in the world? Yeah, I know." At this point, Wooyoung was fuming. Even in the dark, San's cocky smile shined through. There was nothing he wanted more than to wipe it clear off his smug face. San knew he was mad and that only made his grin grow. He could picture his brows furrowed and his jaw clenching tight all because of him.

"I hate you," He growled. Despite this statement, he hadn't made an effort to move away. In fact, he may have come closer.

"That's the denial talking, Woo. You like it when I act like this."

Finally, Wooyoung had enough and grabbed San's collar, leaning forward. "In what world, Choi San?" He whispered harshly, sensual resentment coursing through each of his words.

"This one, I'd show you if you let me, Jung Wooyoung."

He couldn't take it anymore. Wooyoung pulled him forward, grabbing the back of San's head and pushing him closer. It was an aggressive kiss from the start as the younger was far too keen on making San struggle for any semblance of control. This frustrated him, as intended, and he quickly took hold of Wooyoung's sides, sitting him atop the counters.

The kiss hastily resumed. The buttons to San's shirt were swiftly undone and even if Wooyoung couldn't see them, he drooled over the image of the dancer's perfect body. Eventually, the two broke for air, with the younger rasping out, "Fuck you, Choi." Soon after.

"Still think you can handle me, babe?"

"Try me, I can take more than that bitch in the other room ever could. Fuck me. Right now."

"Wooyoung, we don't have any-"

"I said: Right. Now. Choi San."

Never one to turn down a challenge, the pinkette agreed. He took a clean rag from the cabinet and shoved it in Wooyoung's mouth to keep all the screaming he'd do in check. He was generous and splashed a bit of sink water on his ass but that was it.

They had a long night ahead of them.

---

Wooyoung rested in San's lap, as the older adjusted his clothes back on. His sore hips were rubbed gently as he let out a content sigh. They could only hope they hadn't kept the others up. "Are you okay?" The pinkette whispered, placing a soft kiss just under Wooyoung's ear. He only hummed in response, laying his head against San's shoulder and trying to get comfortable. "Did you enjoy me fucking you senseless, baby?"

"You have no idea."

"Good, because this is the last time it's happening." He stated, smirking.

A light snicker escaped Wooyoung. "Yeah, sure." There weren't any further reactions from him as he was swept into San's arms the moment he dozed off, curling closer to the warmth of his old partner.

He would only be hit with the harsh reality of San's statement the next morning...

The boy was fast asleep by the time San carried him into his bedroom. Although it was late, Jongho remained awake, flipping through the pages of a book with the help of his phone when the pair had entered. He furrowed his brow at the scene and opened his mouth to speak, yet was completely ignored by the older student.

He watched curiously as San gently tucked Wooyoung into bed. The way he pulled the covers over him and adjusted his pillow to make sure he was completely comfortable was actually quite sweet. Jongho assumed San just stopped caring about Wooyoung after the cheating scandal but even now, he still seemed thoughtful in regards to his ex. Could it be that he...

Then he noticed the state they're in. Their hair, strands sticking out of place like someone had been tugging at it; their clothes thrown on in a rush and love bites absolutely littered their necks. Jongho was appalled.

San pressed a kiss against Wooyoung's forehead and made his way to the door but not before sending a single glance Jongho's way. He knew what it meant all too well.

You're second best.

The look was one San had given him numerous times. Jongho sighed the moment he was gone, body whirling towards his sleeping roommate with a wave of disappointment.

"Wooyoung... You fucking dumbass."