Yoosung sobbed into his hands. "Why? Whyyyyy?"

"Oh, shut up." Zen grunted. "You're not the only one suffering."

The two were currently sitting at Zen's dinner table, nothing but a candle illuminating the dark room. The actor rubbed his temples.

That's right. It had been Yoosung's second night there, and while Zen was combing his perfect hair and he was playing LOLOL, the power went off. Stupid weather and it's indecisive nature.

A sudden crash of thunder from outside made Zen jump and Yoosung scream. Zen's head snapped up, a smirk on his face. "Yoosung, you scream like a girl."

"I do not-" Another scream echoed from outside, making Zen bolt for the door. Yoosung was right behind him, not wanting to be alone in the dark- I mean, wanting to help Zen's quest to save the damsel in distress.

Yeah. That was the reason.

Zen threw open the door and peeked outside. Outside, a (h/c) haired girl was running along the pavement, soaked through. The cars in the road beside her didn't hesitate to run over puddles to splash her, making her (f/c) sundress and black coat even more wet than it already was.

"(N-name)!" Yoosung yelled. The girl looked up, looking visibly tired. "Over here!"

Zen ran outside with another coat and met her halfway. The tall male could feel her shaking as he draped the coat over her and led her to his door. As they jogged, Zen noted with a faint smirk that the coat he had let the girl wear was in fact Yoosung's.

"(N-Name)!" Yoosung brought her over and sat her down on a chair, immidiately pulling off her shoes. Zen huffed and closed the door, running a hand through his soaked hair. Here he was, shivering cold, and his friend wouldn't even pay attention to him because of a pretty girl?

"I'm going to take a shower." Zen called, running upstairs. (Name) looked up as Yoosung helped her pull her wet socks off, gawking.

"Thank you, Yoosung." (Name) said timidly. "I appeciate it."

"Zen's so going to make me clean this up." Yoosung said, trying to lighten the mood as he pointed his chin at the puddles in the hallway. (Name) giggled.

"Sorry, I'll hel- achoo!"

Yoosung's eyes widened. "I'm sorry! You can shower if you want- it's the bathroom. 3rd door on the left." He led the shivering student to the right room and left.

The blonde ran upstairs, furiously knocking on the door of the bathroom Zen was in. "What?" Zen grunted.

"Is there anything (name) could wear?" Yoosug called. There was silence from the other side.

"Seven left a dress here from when he got dressed up as MC for Halloween." He finally replied. Yoosung laughed, remembering the scene. It was funny to watch Seven parading around Zen's house, clips in his wig and makeup on his face. "It's in the drawer where I put everything I don't know where to put."

Yoosung ran to Zen's room and got out a clean towel(he didn't like the idea of (name) wearing something of Zen's and took his own towel from his bag instead) and found MC's dress. He practically flew down the steps and ran to the guest bathroom.

He knocked timidly. "(Name)..?"

Silence.

The door slowly clicked open, (name) peeking at him, her naked form hiding behind the door.

They stared at each other.

Yoosung finally processed that (name) (last name) of his medical class was naked in front of him, although he couldn't see anything.

He let out a little squeak before tossing the towel and dress at her face before running off.

(Name) blinked. What a weirdo.

-

"I just stared at her like a creep!" Yoosung mourned, his head in his hands. Zen laughed, drying his hair.

"Sucks to be you."

"Excuse me..." (name) stepped into the living room. The two males turned to look at her. Yoosung looked like he was about to throw up. MC's dress was an almost perfect fit, although it was a bit big. (Name) wrapped her arms around her sides self-consiously. "I just wanted to thank both of yo-"

She stared at Zen. Zen blinked at her. Thanks to the dim light from the candle, Yoosung could see the heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Y-you're Hyun Ryu!" She squealed. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth. Her eyes widened as she looked at Yoosung. "You're friends with Hyun Ryu!" She took a step back. "I'm in Hyun Ryu's home!" She looked around wildly. She let out a squeal, obviously a huge fan.

Zen stiffened. Yoosung stood up, surprising both of them.

"(N-Name), please call him Zen. H-He does not like his real name, which is why he made up one in the first place. And please do not treat him differently than you do to me, he does not like it. It makes him uncomfortable. A-and please, do not tell anyone his address. He may be a show-off, but he does want 'me' time."

...

...

...

Yoosung realised what he had just said.

CRINGE ATTACK-

"Thank you, Yoosung." Zen said, a smile spreading across his features. (Name) smiled at the shorter male.

"I'm sorry." She apologised, although it looked like she were forcing herself to keep her cool. Yoosung couldn't blame her; she was obviously a huge fan of Zen's, and it would take some time for her to get used to if she started talking to them on a daily basis.

Wait, a daily basis?

"It's fine." Zen waved his hand at her, breaking Yoosung from her thoughts. "I tend to have that effect on women. When Yoosung first saw me he was like 'Waaahhh! So pretty!!!' even if he didn't know I was an actor-"

"I'M NOT A WOMAN!" Yoosung screeched. Zen snickered.

"Oh, right. I have that effect on teenage girls, too." He cackled. Yoosung's mouth dropped open.

How dare he make fun of him? In front of (name), no less?

"ZEN!"

"YOOSUNG, NOT THE HAIR! GAHHHHH!"

"Yoosung, wait-!"

The rest of the night was spent by Yoosung repeatedly apologising to Zen with a small tuft of white hair in his hand, (name) holding back her laughter, and an angry Zen furiously eating leftover pasta with shorter hair.