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Saturday, November 22, 2025 (2:25 AM)
The sounds of a digital pen scratching against the screen could be heard in the dim dorm room, the light glowing from a drawing tablet on a certain dark haired someone's desk.
Yeon groaned, twisting and turning in his bed as he woke up, rubbing his eyes, looking pissed.
"Hey. Jaha. Can't you do that artistic bullshit in the MORNING? Like a NORMAL PERSON?" He exclaimed, his hair cascading down his face and back.
"No," Jaha responded, his hand still on his pen as he continued drawing. "-sleep is only for people that want to skip classes."
"Yeesh, you're being overdramatic." The brown haired latter yawns, stretching as he stood up from his bed, walking over to him as he glanced at the drawing tablet.
The scenery he drew filled Yeon with a warmth he experienced multiple times; but this one was different. Something calming—a contrast to Jaha's unexpected nature.
"..So, plan on going out later? When the sun's actually out..? Or are you gonna be a vampire and keep yourself in here like you're allergic to consuming Vitamin D?" Yeon teased playfully, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms, sitting down on Jaha's bed, as he watched the latter continue drawing. He yawns, checking the clock near his bed. 2:25 AM. Too early for bullshit, and too late to tell Jaha to sleep too.
He didn't respond, pinching the bridge of his nose as he removed his glasses, discarding them on his desk as he rubbed his eyes. "Ahh, I'm tired. I'll spend the morning sleeping." The short haired responds, blinking as he squinted to look at Yeon. "Wow, you're a lot less visible than usual."
"Idiot, you have your glasses off."
"Exactly. I don't want to see you awake this early."
"How amazing... whatever, you're still doing my homework later."
Jaha let out an (overly) dramatic yet sarcastic gasp, putting his glasses back on and looking at Yeon with a disgusted mocking expression. "Cruel! Making me your slave.. you have no heart." He fake faints on his chair, a hand over his forehead.
"Fine, fine. But you owe me lunch after that."
"Deal."
Yeon threw the textbooks and papers at his face, the other falling down onto the floor as his chair emitted a loud thud. "God, you don't have to throw the books at me that hard." Jaha rubbed his face, groaning as he adjusted his glasses. "Plus, you know I have shitty reading comprehension. This is some Ancient Korean torture method." He sarcastically remarked, shrugging as he placed the books and paper on the desk, pushing his chair up.
"Oh well, work is work. Just do that before next next week.." He lies down on Jaha's bed, getting comfy as he grabs his blanket, warming himself up.
"Holy shit, this is quality blanket. For someone that's sleep deprived, why the fuck don't you use your bed more?"
"Because I have free will." Jaha bluntly replied, yawning.
He turned off the drawing tablet, standing up and stretching as he grabbed his tumbler, drinking the coffee inside it. "Yah, move aside. I want to lie down." The latter threw a pillow at Yeon from his bed, hopping on as he leaned against his body, laughing wholeheartedly and yelping when he nearly got pushed down.
"Bastard, don't lie down on me like that!"
"I can do whatever you want, woman-stealer."
"Whatever.." Yeon tugged Jaha's hood, pulling him away from the edge as the two sat together in the dark dorm room.
Saturday, November 22, 2025 (8:20 AM)
Jaha groaned, yawning as he looked up at the ceiling, his glasses askew. He didn't realize his head was resting on Yeon's shoulder, shrugging it off as he fell asleep yet again, whilst Yeon woke up minutes later.
He stared at the wall for a few seconds before nearly moving, pausing when he felt a rustle.
Jaha's head nearly falling off. He felt kind of ba- no, wait. He's Mong Yeon. He shouldn't feel bad for his rival of all things. That sounds like some sappy bullshit that can be used in some Thai BL.
But whatever. The guy's barely gotten any sleep. Yeon grabbed a nearby pillow on the latter's bed and placed it under the other's arm, giving him some extra support.
He grabbed his phone from his pocket, probably scrolling on social media while waiting for Jaha to wake up. He'll take quite the while though.. but it's worth the wait.
Yeon had a quick thought, placing his phone down beside him as he grabbed the pillow from before, placing it on his lap as he adjusted the black hair's head onto the pillow, giving him a better sleeping position.
"...He could've at least chosen a better position to sleep in." He sighs and shakes his head, continuing to scroll on his phone.
The sunlight shone through the ajar blinds and translucent curtain in the dorm, Yeon responding to that by using his free hand to shield Jaha's eyes from the light, his other hand still scrolling.
The other woke up thirty minutes later, grunting as he hit Yeon's hand, looking around before he turned to the other side to look at him.
"The hell? What time is it..?" He questioned, still exhausted, his glasses nearly falling off.
"Err... now it's 8:34 AM. Relax. We don't have classes obviously. Just chill." The brunette responds, wafting a dismissing hand as he kept focus on his phone, his other hand absentmindedly moving to Jaha's hair and ruffling it, running through the strands.
He sighs. He just remembered that he had to go out with Sungtae and Moyong by today, but considering them, they're probably working in the library to keep themselves busy, because we got the typical "Lee Jaha Can't Track His Own Sleeping Schedule And Therefore Misses 90% of Outings".
"So, Mister Sleep-Deprivation.." Yeon whistled out with sarcasm, "how's your sleep?" He asked, a hint of warmth in his tone of voice.
"... It's okay. But don't ask me that question. That's some bullshit coming from you."
"Aw, a dormmate can't be concerned?"
"If you were anyone else, then they can. If it's you? Fuck no."
Yeon put on a playful pout, sighing. "Concern has its' limits with you then..."
Jaha smirked, responding; "Fine, fine." He couldn't resist the smile as Yeon bent down a bit, rubbing his hand on the other's cheek as he chuckled softly. "Okay, enough being romantic. I still wanna lie down."
"Come on... not even an ounce?"
"Mong Yeon, don't make me take back my words."
"Sorry, sorry."