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Midnight Snack

Summary:

Jiaoqiu falls off the bed and gets a midnight snack, finds his friend, feels bad and drags him to his dorm.

Notes:

jingqiu nation take your food… i’m not the best writer but bad food is better than no food right…?

might un-anon later, i’m hella insecure

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Jiaoqiu angrily gets up from the floor.

 

“I fall asleep for ONE second and then. I just fell off the bed!!??” He whispered-yelled to himself, considering the fact that it was 3 AM and the walls of the dorms were very thin. He picked himself off the floor and put his dressing gown on. He decided to take a small walk to the lobby vending machine to grab a snack or something.

 

Taking the dark stairs in the middle of the night felt a little extreme, so he stopped by the corner to take the lift. As he was stepping out in the lobby, a certain white-haired man caught his eye. Curiosity peaked, he decided to check on him. The man was sleeping on his side on the lobby couch with a pillow and a blanket, snoring softly. The couch looked very uncomfortable to sleep on, so Jiaoqiu felt bad and decided to do something he never does.

 

“Jing Yuan wake up.” He slightly shakes the other. It didn’t take long before amber eyes glared back at him.

 

“What are you doing out here?” He asked fixing his robes.

 

“Ren kicked me out.” The other grumbled.

 

“Why?”

 

“He has an acquaintance over.” He scoffed. “We sleep on a bunk bed, I did NOT wanna hear anything that was gonna go down in there.”

 

Jiaoqiu held back a chuckle. Jing Yuan's reason was very valid.

 

“Wanna sleep on a spare bed in my dorm?” He whispered. Jing Yuan was a friend, he wanted to help. The boy's eyes lit up and he stood up from the couch. He grabbed Jiaoqius arms. “Yes, please! You don’t wanna imagine how uncomfortable these couches are, my back was committing suicide.”

 

The two bought snacks and returned to Jiaoqius dorm.

 

“Make yourself at home.” He said plopping down on the couch, Jing Yuan sat beside him.

 

“Where is your roommate?”

 

“Do you really wanna know?”

 

“….Yes?”

 

Jiaoqiu looked at him and gave him a closed eyed smile. “I murdered him and disposed of his body a long time ago.”

 

Jing Yuan looked at him confused, clearly not buying it.

 

“Fine I’m just kidding, I’ll go make tea. You, on the other hand, pick a movie.” He tossed him the TV remote.