Now that Seonghwa was alone in his room, realization started to hit him.

He just fucked Hongjoong.

His arch-nemesis, asshole roommate, Hongjoong.

In his expensive leather-upholstered car.

What the hell were they supposed to do now??

He wanted to regret it—tried to regret it—but he couldn't.

It was goddamn heavenly.

He almost wished Jongho had never texted so they could have lasted longer. Of course then the night probably would've ended much more awkwardly if they'd had time to think about it.

But maybe it wouldn't have? Maybe they would've had a chance to talk about it?

Now it was just confusing.

What did this even mean? Were they a thing now? Would they ever talk about it? Would it ever happen again?

Seonghwa sure hoped it would.

But maybe next time it could be after they had a genuine talk with one another about where they stand.

He almost wanted to go knock on his door now just to get it over with. But he was way too confused to talk to Hongjoong right now.

He needed to work through what the hell just happened before even looking at Hongjoong again.

Eventually his sleep-deprivation got to him and he was able to fall asleep quite effortlessly.

...

"Thanks for all your help, hyung," smiled Jongho, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"No problem, Jongho. Sorry again for making you run around the hall."

"It's okay. I needed to be out of the room for a bit anyways."

"Is everything okay?" asked Hongjoong, concerned.

"Yeah I just keep getting worked up about Yeosang. I know he didn't mean to fall asleep but he could've at least told me he was going to study. I was really worried and he keeps looking at me like a crazy person for caring!"

"It's understandable that you're upset. But I think maybe you need to explain to Yeosang why you care so much. I know, you aren't really out yet so you don't have to tell him how you feel if you're not ready. Just sit him down and let him know that you aren't mad, you're just worried. Tell him that he means a lot to you and it was hard not knowing where he was. How does that sound?"

"That's pretty great advice," said Jongho with a shy smile.

"Good. Glad to know I've still got it," said Hongjoong with a sharp nod, placing his hands on his hips. Jongho laughed at him.

"Alright we'll I better go turn this in and head to bed. Sorry to keep you up all night."

"You're fine, I'm up most nights anyways," smiled Hongjoong and Jongho bowed slightly before leaving.

Hongjoong smiled and sat down on his bed, glad to be of use. He tried to lay down but his hood was getting in the way so he sat back up, ready to take the sweatshirt off.

But then he stopped.

This wasn't his sweatshirt.

This was Seonghwa's sweatshirt.

He panicked for a moment, worried that Jongho might have noticed (if anyone would, Jongho would).

He was pretty sure that Seonghwa had said the sweatshirt was only in his car, so he probably hadn't worn it around. Right?

He thought about taking it off and returning it right then and there. But Seonghwa was probably sleeping now. And he was probably just as exhausted as Hongjoong.

He also selfishly wanted to keep it.

For starters, it was really comfy. And Seonghwa was taller than him so it was a little baggy, making it even cozier. Plus—he didn't want to admit it—it smelled like Seonghwa, and he liked that.

The sleeves hung off his hands like little noodles and he wiggled his hands back and forth while he thought.

That reminded him.

Seonghwa.

His co-RA from Hell.

That he just screwed in a car.

What the hell was he thinking?!

He sank face-first into his pillow, kicking his feet under the covers.

Now how were they supposed to run the floor together? Being enemies and avoiding each other was much easier than avoiding a one-night stand! Especially one that he'd be seeing daily for the next 9 months.

With no better ideas, Hongjoong pulled out his phone and called Chris. He never slept so he'd probably be awake.

"You've got Chris!"

He heard energetically on the other end and jumped at the volume.

"Jesus! Volume!" Hongjoong whispered into his phone.

"Oh, right, sorry! Is this better?" he asked in a creepy whisper.

"Sure."

"Alright, good. Wait, why are you up so late? And why are you calling me?"

"I fucked up."

"How so?"

"I messed around with someone I shouldn't have."

"Ooh someone who's taken?"

"What? No! I would never!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"I mean—I hooked up with Seonghwa."

The line went quiet on the other end.

"Chris? I need your advice! You always know what to do!" Hongjoong whined.

"That's tough, mate. That's reaaaally gonna complicate things. You really messed this up didn't—ah screw it. I can't hold it back anymore."

"Wh—hold what back?" started Hongjoong who was loudly interrupted.

"I knew it! Fucking finally!"

Hongjoong had to pull the phone away from his ear to save his hearing.

"Volume!"

"Right, sorry."

"What do you mean 'finally'!?"

"You two are finally making a move on each other!"

"No! This is not normal, exciting, or a good thing!"

"Yes it is! You two have had the hots for each other since you first set eyes on one another," Chris giggled.

"I will hang up. Don't tempt me."

"Hey, you called me," Chris reminded him and Hongjoong sighed.

"You're right."

He could feel Chris grinning on the other end.

"So? Advice?"

"I mean, for sure talk to him. It'll probably be really awkward but you've gotta decide where you guys stand."

Hongjoong groaned into his pillow.

"I know. How long do you recommend waiting? Is a century long enough?" Hongjoong smiled playfully.

"Ha ha. Very funny. You should probably talk to him sometime this week, if you can. If it sits for too long you'll never do it, and then you might not even remember what was going through your head."

"Oh I'll never forget," Hongjoong sighed, his ears getting hot.

"Ay—waaaay too much detail!"

"You suggested it first."

"Not what I intended," groaned Chris.

"Okay well I guess I'll try to talk to him. I just don't want to get into another argument."

"You guys argued? I thought things were going well?"

"Yeah, until we argued and then two weeks later hooked up in his fancy fucking Porsche!"

"Damn, he's got a Porsche?"

"Focus, Chris!"

"Sorry! I mean it is the middle of the night so you can't blame me for being a bit scatter-brained."

"Chris!"

"Gah—okay now you're the one yelling!"

"Sorry."

Chris sighed on the other end.

"Just make sure you guys figure out where you stand. I don't want you getting hurt because you never figure out how he really feels."

"Okay, I will. Thanks for picking up. You're a good friend, Chris."

"Always here when you need it, mate. Hope you catch a few hours of shuteye before class tomorrow!"

"I'll try," Hongjoong sighed and hung up, setting his phone on his nightstand.

They'd have to talk about it. That was really the only way they could attempt to make everything normal again. Hongjoong was not looking forward to it, but he silently resigned himself to his fate, laying back on his pillows and falling asleep immediately.