"kim donghan."

no respond.

taehyun groans infuriately in his pillow, barely awake. "kim donghan."

still no respond from the latter, it was as if the boy had been transformed into a rock whilst sleeping. taehyun orignally didn't have the tendency of being an asshole in the middle of the night, but if you're woken up by the sound of your dormmate's ringtone that was set past to maximum, it's a pretty acceptable reason to be mad.

the sudden blast of oh little girl intrude the peaceful atmosphere. taehyun, who was so much dedicated to his sleep rather than raising his voice, decided it would be better for him to ignore the sudden appearance of background music. he has listened to jeong sewoon singing him to sleep whilst playing his guitar all the time during his produce days; what makes it different now is that it's the studio version.. and this sewoon wouldn't be able to respond to the million methods he has to say 'shut up'.

all that was done without taking a single peek of what's going on.

his calm state is once again bothered by the song that now turns into static right at bae jinyoung's high note, looping it endlessly like a broken stereo. aimlessly tired of the ongoing inconvenience that keeps haunting him, he groans again. "kim donghan, i swear—"

he opens his eyes to be greeted by the bright light that apparently was still left on. he could vaguely remember turning it off right before he went to bed as they both always sleep with the lights off so this is strange. the ongoing loop of bae jinyoung's high note keeps iterating it slowly doesn't sound like someone singing anymore. taehyun checks donghan's bed just to see a figure of someone sleeping with his body all covered up with the blanket.

he snickers. "ah, you really think this'll work for me, did you?" he snatches away the blanket just to see what he expected to see: 2 sets of pillows piled up to resemble a body. "i'm not that gullible like takada kenta."

and by that he expected to get an answer, but the room responded nothing other than the continuation of looping bae jinyoung's high note that never seem to come to an end. taehyun sighs and check on donghan's phone just to see who keeps calling him and how the hell can his phone act that way.

unknown number

he tried to accept the call but the phone won't respond. declining the call didn't make any much difference either. it just keeps repeating and repeating. so disturbed by the ominous sound, he forced to turn off the phone and it then finally stopped.

as he returned to bed, what came into his mind was the whereabouts of donghan. if he took his chance to the toilet, it has taken pretty long time. even if he did went to the toilet, he usually brings his phone with him. perhaps he was called by the manager but that's very unlikely. he decided it wouldn't be important to stress about him as the biggest chance might be that he got taken by kenta to the other room, so i taehyun believes everything's fine.

his eyes were about to close when suddenly there's a knock coming from the closet.

a knock. another one. then a series of knocks that sounded so desperate. "d-donghan?" he tried to keep myself under control. he followed my instincts to check what's going on in his closet and how could he achieve his long-settled goal to be able to sleep without interruptions.

a step closer to the closet. hand on handle. deep breath.

he opened the closet.

"... h-hyung.." donghan's voice stutters plausibly at the sight of taehyun, blood dripping from the side of his neck that looked as if it was speared by a knife. his eyes were bloodshot, his hand trembles as his reaches out to me. "h-he was here t-to kill m-me.."