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“Yeon Sieun!”
A pounding noise echoes around the walls of his room, rumbling through his skull. The warm light shines against his face as he slowly comes to his senses.
Sieun tries to move as the noises outside get louder. He can recognize Baku’s deep voice, Juntae’s quiet pleas for him to be quiet, and Hyuntak’s laughs ringing around his ears.
In a sudden moment of realization, the literal weight on his chest suddenly feels heavier. A snoring Suho wraps his arms tighter around him and Sieun feels the warmth spread from where Suho rests his head.
Sieun’s lips turn into a smile, taking in the vanilla scent of his hair. He feels the softness of it as he plants a kiss to his head and slowly unwraps Suho’s arms around him, grunting at the effort required.
The boy seems to snuggle further into the sheets just as Sieun walks away, hair out of place.
“Finally, Yeon Sieun! You heard our calls after all,” Baku’s strong pats on Sieun’s shoulder leave the poor boy clutching his own arm. He enters the room with no permission.
“Did it take that long to walk to the door?” A warm hand pats Sieun’s face, making him grumble.
Hands interlocked with Hyuntak’s, a smiley Juntae follows behind him, a soft ‘hi’ leaving his lips.
If it was up to him, Sieun wouldn’t let any of them step a foot inside his room at this time of day. But seriously, was there ever really a choice?
“Oh! Suho’s here,” Baku takes a step closer to the bed, room going in and out of darkness as he fumbles with the lamp switch. “Did you guys use protection?”
Sieun's eyes go wide, sputters leaving his lips as he slaps Baku’s hand away from the switch. “What the hell are you talking about? Where’d you even get the code to my house?”
Hyuntak lets out a loud laugh and says, “From your loving boyfriend, who else?” Sieun’s eyebrows furrow in question.
“He told us to check on you from time to time in case he couldn't,” Juntae explains, chin snuggling deeper into his own hoodie in the cold.
Sieun stares blankly as he hears Juntae’s words. Sieun? Needed to be checked on? He’s pretty sure Suho needs that more than him, with the trouble he always finds himself stuck in.
Sieun smiles anyway, used to his boyfriend’s antics.
“Wow, I can’t believe it’s my first time in your place. I’ve been friends with you for too long not to have seen your room,” Hyuntak says as he stands in the middle of the room, looking around as if he’s birdwatching at some park.
Baku stumbles around, eyes scanning up and down Sieun’s shelves, curiosity getting the best of him. “Damn, Sieun. You need a manga in here or something. I’m surprised you're not braindead with the number of textbooks you own.”
Juntae’s eyes light up at the mention of his heart’s interest. “I can lend you some of mine! I have a lot of good ones I think you’d like.”
At this, Hyuntak looks at Juntae like he’s his heart’s only interest. Baku fake pukes at the sight.
He grabs a book from the shelf, Geometry 101 written in bold on the cover. Baku’s walks towards the bed. His steps don't get any quieter, no intentions of letting Suho sleep for any longer.
He brings the book above his head, swinging it and producing a swift sound as if it would slam against Suho’s sleeping figure. Baku’s hands slow down as he nears his head and pats it lightly.
A second passes.
“Ow, fuck!”
Suho yells as his head gets hit due to his sudden jolt, pain spreading through his brain.
Sieun moves fast, hand swatting the book away. His other hand rests over Suho’s, covering his head in shock.
Sieun glares at Baku, the taller figure taking a step back. “Sorry dude.”
Suho’s defenses quickly fall as he recognizes Baku’s voice. He brings his other hand to hold Sieun’s and gently pulls it away from his forehead.
“It’s alright, man.”
Suho smiles at a concerned Sieun, a soft whisper of reassurance.
“Alright, enough chit chat. Time to cook some dinner.” Hyuntak says from behind them. The others turn to look at him.
“Sieun-ie really shouldn't be eating onigiri the whole week. We also bought ingredients from the grocery, just in case you didn't have any here,” Juntae adds on.
Sieun looks to the three trespassers and stares in disbelief. “That’s why you’re here?”
“Well, yes.” Baku pushes the book back to its place on the shelf.
Suho grumbles but moves to sit up anyway. “Alright then, let's go.”