The dorm was quiet aside from Wooyoung's breathing as he unpacked his suitcase. A sigh escaped his lips when the silence continued it's presence. His roommate's he still didn't meet were not here, at least for now. Maybe it was the best to just get unpacked and organize his room and take a nap. He finished rather fast, his clothes tidy and folded in his closet and coat hung on the hanger his mom bought him.

Wooyoung laid on his bed, it felt soft and cold. Though, it was soon to be warmed with his favorite plushie and the messed up covers. He didn't have to wait long for sleep as his eyes we're already aching. Watery, and droopy. He drifted into a rather peaceful sleep, weird for someone who hadn't had a good night's or just sleep in a while.

"Don't forget to put your coat on the hanger Wooyoung ah," his mom's voice echoed. Her image briefly coming in his sight, hazy and dreamy. He nodded, doing what he is told even though he did it already in real life.

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"I'm kinda hungry," Wooyoung groaned. Still tired a bit, a nap wasn't enough anyway. He lazily pulled his legs up and sat up. His right leg feeling numb due to having put his weight on it. Great, he was already feeling like shit and that was a cherry on top. After a but of shaking and massaging his leg, along with wriggling his toes, he sat up and made his towards the kitchen.

There, stood a tall guy, not too much difference from his height, though still taller. Hair brown, kind of brunette, and a smile on his lips. He glanced at Wooyoung, taking a sip from his newly made, probably, coffee.

"Hey, you good?" He asked. Though he didn't sound worried, more bored.

"Hey, you see i took a nap. What's your name?" Wooyoung replied. Sounding groggy and deep unlike his normal voice.

"I'm Yeosang, nice to meet you. You want coffee?" Yeosang asked. Wooyoung nodded. Already making himself a cup of coffee on the counter behind Yeosang. The brunette watched as Wooyoung put sugar and milk in his cup. He took another sip.

"I like black coffee," he stated. Leaning his elbow on the counter and observed Wooyoung's moves.

"It's too bitter for me, I like softer," Wooyoung grimaced. Not at Yeosang, not really, jlat the thought of bitter coffee without any sugar.

"I see, well, it's your choice. Sometimes I like it with milk, when I'm in the mood," the brunette chuckled. Lifting his body slightly to look down at Wooyoung. Ofcourse, just three inches or something.

Wooyoung sighed, taking a sip from his coffee. The usual taste he liked there, lifted his spirits a little bit.

~

It was afternoon, and Yeosang was ordering himself fried chicken currently. To Wooyoung's knowledge from a few hours of knowing Yeosang, the brunette liked Fried Chicken a lot. And that he was here to study dance major just like Wooyoung himself.

"Can you order for me too? I'm hungry, kinda," Wooyoung asked. His stomach grumbled quietly at the thought of food.

"Sure, you need to pay after," Yeosang said. He chose another pack and clicked order. Wooyoung asked him the amount, and gave it, thanking Yeosang.

"No problem, do you wanna help me unpack?" He asked.

"Sure," Wooyoung agreed. Feet following Yeosang to his room.

About ten minutes later, the door bell rang and Yeosang basically ran to receive his precious chicken. Wooyoung looked after him, sitting on Yeosang's bed, the view to the front door open. To Yeosang's disappointment, it wasn't the delivery. It was their other roommate. A tall, a bit taller than Yeosang, and blonde dirty locks wet from walking under the rain. He greeted Yeosang as Wooyoung watched them from where he sat.

"Oh, you're the other one! I'm San, Choi San, nice to meet you," the blonde said cheerfully. He walked over to Yeosang's room with fast steps and hugged Wooyoung also.

"Umm, Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung. Nice to meet you," Wooyoung said timidly. Hugging San back awkwardly from his position.

"Oh, I saw a delivery guy outside," San announced to both of them when he finished his hug with Wooyoung. Returning back to Yeosang's side. As if heard, the delivery guy appeared behind the half open door, holding a box of hot and fresh fried chicken. Yeosang thanked him and took the packet to the living room. A small living room but still enough for a three person dorm.

"Let's eat," he clapped. Already digging in the crispy chicken. Wooyoung joined the two and ate a few, listening as San talked about how he came and his major and ambitions. Turns out he is at art club and have been painting for the last eight years since eleven.

After a bit of sharing their interests, Wooyoung bid goodbye to the two and left to his room. After all, he needed his rest for the lessons that start in a week.

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