arriving back to his dorm, doyoung stretched out on his couch. it was the weekend, and he now had nothing else to do. originally, the first year university student was going to meet yedam and jihoon's group of friends today, but after seeing yedam get bullied by those five other masked students and the said male falling unconscious, jihoon had apologized to doyoung and told him that he was going to have to take yedam to the hospital.

the business management student had offered to go with him, but the panda-looking male rejected the help and sent doyoung off on his way in a rush. well, more of like he carried yedam in his arms and ran off to get the nearest ride to the hospital, leaving doyoung alone and dumbfound in the middle of the hallway.

doyoung was curious. he was wondering what was going on. why was yedam being bullied? how bad had the bullying been that caused him to pass out? had this been happening for a while? there were so many questions in the young boy's mind, yet not enough answers, and it was slightly frustrating to the male because he couldn't surmise anything without having a single piece of information related to the things that needed to be cleared.

well, one thing was for sure: the masked male was being bullied by that group of five boys. there was no doubt. anyone would be able to tell at first glance if they saw the second year university student being pinned against the wall, cornered and surrounded by the five boys who were nearly twice his size, and struggling to break free from the strong grips of two of the bullies.

doyoung was glad that he went to search for yedam with jihoon when the male's friends realized that the second year univeristy student was taking too long to exit the building. even after reassuring jihoon that he would be out of the building soon, the older brother of yedam got extremely worried after eight minutes passed since the call between the two ended.

doyoung reminisced back to the image of the bullies. who were they? they didn't seem to be anyone that doyoung knew, and the chances of the first year university student knowing them were even lower after realizing that they were probably students in the music and film production and management faculty.

thinking back to the five boys, doyoung saw how one of them, most likely the leader, had blood dripping from his hand while they were running away, probably from coming in contact with something hard. the male didn't know what it was, but he could see that it was a pretty bad injury and would most likely need immediate attention. it was an injury that was hard to miss, and doyoung knew that he could use this information to help him figure out who was bullying yedam.

"heh. that's what you deserve," doyoung muttered quietly to himself, turning over onto his back from his stomach and looking at the ceiling, putting his arms behind his head to support it.

after thinking back to the group of five boys that were bullying yedam, the first year university student couldn't help but think about the masked male. today was the first time that he had seen the older's whole face, since every time doyoung would see yedam, he would always be wearing a mask.

the young male couldn't deny that yedam was breathtakingly beautiful. not only just his voice or his eyes, as doyoung would only see or hear frequently due to the fabric that covered over the bottom half of the older's face, but him as a whole was so stunning. sure, yedam was in a state of half consciousness during the short time that doyoung was able to see him, but even through that hectic and frantic moment, yedam still didn't fail to captivate the younger male. the first year university student hoped to see yedam's lovely face again, no matter when it may be, and possibly see him when the older was in a better state.

a knock from the door of his dorm room caught doyoung's attention. he turned his head towards the door and furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting for a visitor to see him today. getting up from his comfortable spot on the couch, the first year university student made his way over to the door that the person outside was constantly banging on.

"i'm coming," doyoung said, somewhat irritated at the person on the other side of the wooden block. he gripped the handle of the door and pulled it open, revealing his older brother leaning against the side of the door frame, arms crossed with the hood of his hoodie over his head.

"oh, hyung. what's up?"

"what? can't i just see my little brother?" seunghun asked, well aware that he was surprising his little brother with his sudden visit.

the first year university student let his older brother into his room and closed the door behind him, letting his brother roam free inside his dorm room. it wasn't like seunghun hadn't been there before; in fact, he goes to the younger's dorm at least twice a week, just to check on doyoung or to chill out.

"do you want something to eat?" doyoung asked, going over to the kitchen to grab a snack for his older brother. a shake of the head was enough for the younger male to know that his brother didn't need anything to eat or drink, and it made him put back the snack that he took out.

"i just came here for some baby powder. i used up all of mine again and i know you have at least thirteen spares," seunghun said, explaining briefly the reason for his visit. the first year university student nodded his head and made his way over to his bathroom closet, where he keeps the many bottles of baby powder that he has.

doyoung didn't necessarily like the idea of using baby powder, but he wasn't complaining either. his older brother had told him that using baby powder helps soften his facial complexion and smells good and pure as well. both him and seunghun use it everyday after they wake up and after they take a shower before putting on lotion. the young male couldn't deny that his skin has gotten brighter and softer after using the product for many years, and honestly, doyoung doesn't plan on stopping the use anytime soon.

"how many bottles do you need?" the younger of the two asked as he looked where he kept his baby powder.

"three will be fine," seunghun said, and the first year university student took out three new bottles of baby powder and handed them over to his older brother. "thanks."

doyoung watched as seunghun took the bottles of baby powder from his hands and placed them in his backpack, but the younger couldn't help but be concerned about one thing. the third year university student had a bandage around his right hand, starting from the base of his fingers and ending about two inches down from his wrist. the bandage looked fresh, and doyoung couldn't help but ask.

"hyung, what happened to your hand?" doyoung asked while pointing to the white bandage that was wrapped around his brother's hand. seunghun raised a brow at his brother, stopping his actions of putting the bottles of baby powder in his backpack and looking at his bandaged hand.

"oh, this?" the male asked, holding up his hand to confirm that the other was talking about that specific hand despite only having one injured hand. seeing a nod come from the first year university student, seunghun continued to talk. "i accidentally sprained my wrist after falling down the stairs back at university today."

"why didn't you use the elevator?" the first year university student asked. his faculty had a student elevator that he uses frequently to get to his classes that were on different floors of the building, specifically his history and science classes that were on the third floor of the building.

"our faculty doesn't have elevators. its smaller than other faculties, so it makes sense, since our building only had three stories compared to the five story medicine building or the eight story engineering building," seunghun spent a brief second explaining the reason as to why he used stairs instead of the nonexistent faculty student elevator.

doyoung could only nod his head, understanding his brother's reasoning. "you should be more careful."

seunghun just chucked and ruffled the younger's hair before proceeding to place the last bottle of baby powder in his backpack and zipping it up. "i should say that to you. you can barely sleep at night, let alone function well in the morning. i wouldn't be surprised if you become more clumsy because of your lack of sleep."

the first year university student could only shake his head at his brother's commentary about him. sure, he was lacking sleep majority of the time and tired throughout most of the day, but that didn't mean he was going to become clumsy or something.

the business management student walked his brother to the door and waved at the older. seeing seunghun give a slight wave with his injured hand and wincing slightly in pain afterwards caught doyoung's attention back to the injured hand of his older brother, and after watching his back disappear down the hallway to return back to his dorm, doyoung couldn't help but get a strange feeling of deja vu, as if he had seen the sight before.

doyoung couldn't figure out why the scene of seunghun walking off felt so familiar to him all of a sudden, as if it was foreign to him at first and suddenly became something he saw everyday, but he brushed it off since he happened to see the scene of seunghun walking away several times whenever he would send his older brother on his way after visiting his dorm room. doyoung decided that it was just the familiarity of seeing his brother's back many times before and shook it off, entering back into his dorm room some minutes later.

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