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The sound of an alarm buzzing wakes Wooyoung slowly out of his deep sleep, hand struggling to lift from his warm covers to smack the electronic device so it would stop screaming in his ears. His eyes lazily drag open, hair messily tied up and out of his face as he sits upright, one hand holding his exhausted body upwards as the other reaches to smack the alarm again.

"Woo-" His roommate groans, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over his face. "Please turn it the fuck off."

"You have to get up too." Wooyoung's groggy voice tumbles from his mouth, hand finally finding the snooze button after a solid thirty seconds of struggling.

"Doesn't mean I want to."

"Come on, Hwa, don't make me drag you out of bed."

"I'll kill you, Woo." Seonghwa's voice mumbles against his pillow and Wooyoung chuckles sleepily. Wooyoung's eyes track towards his clock, mentally preparing himself to see the time (even though he already knew what time it was because he set his alarm, but it never hurt to double check).

"You have class at eight, don't you?"

"Eight thirty." Seonghwa groans, pressing the pillow harder against his face.

"Well, it's seven thirty, so I suggest you get up since you like to shower for a century."

Seonghwa takes his pillow and jokingly tosses it at Wooyoung's bed, but Wooyoung was hardly phased as the pillow misses the intended target and ends up on the floor. Seonghwa was now sitting up, eyes tired and unamused as he stared at his failed attack-pillow.

"You suck." Wooyoung affirms, climbing out of bed with his phone in his hand.

"Let me shower first!" Seonghwa climbs out after him, watching Wooyoung search through their shared closet and pull a hoodie free from a hanger.

"Then move your ass!" Wooyoung laughs at him, watching Seonghwa gather a few items before locking himself in the famed bathroom.

Wooyoung had been college dorm-mates with Seonghwa for the last two months. They met briefly last year, but now forcibly rooming together, yet the two actually became pretty decent friends. Seonghwa was in the college's art program, a wannabe fine artist or art teacher, finding interest in clothes and oil painting, or just anything he deemed 'pretty'.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, had no particular major yet, just taking basic classes to buy him time in the beginning of his second year. He could never decide if he wanted to pursue his love of dancing, or if he wanted to go the route his parents nearly forced onto him; a doctor (or something similar).

He barely had made any friends on campus, keeping to himself and Seonghwa for the most part. He rarely went out and about with anyone other than Seonghwa, so he normally was found in the dorm studying or playing video games. Though, even then he rarely did his homework, so it was likely that you'd find him mindlessly staring at his computer monitor.

But now he sits on the edge of his bed, eyes staring into his dimly lit cellphone screen as he scrolls through the depths of twitter, waiting for Seonghwa to finish what felt like a 'forever shower'.

But as time moves on, Wooyoung brushes his teeth and elects to wear a baseball cap, skipping his morning shower just for the sake of being on time to his generic math class. If there was anything he hated more than a social life, it was a math class at the crack of dawn.

He grabs a breakfast sandwich from the cafeteria before heading to class, sitting down in his usual seat just minutes before the professor was due to walk in. But, unlike any other day in this pitiful room, an unfamiliar face sits down next to him, and, wait-

Why the hell does he smell so good?

Wooyoung normally would sit alone in the back of the class, ignoring everyone and everything as he tries not to sleep through the hour lecture. He doesn't try to say anything to the unfamiliar male sitting next to him, eyes preoccupied in his phone as he waits for the professor to show.

"I don't think we've met." The male's voice is deep, and it was enough to drag Wooyoung's attention away from his phone to raise his brow at the, oh shit-

"I'm Choi San." Holy fuck, he's hot.

"Jung Wooyoung." He raises his brow, inspecting San plainly for a moment before allowing himself to look away.

"Do you always sit by yourself in the back of class?" San looks at him curiously, watching Wooyoung's attention drift back towards him.

"I choose to sit back here to avoid conversations like this." Wooyoung, hardly interested at all, looks away again, eyes facing down towards his phone.

"So you're the loner type?" San nods his head, leaning into the press of his chair while his jaw slacks in question. "I wouldn't key you as the type to keep to yourself."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Wooyoung turns back towards San, and San smiles at him. It was almost like he loved catching Wooyoung's attention, especially back on himself.

"I dunno," San sighs. "You're pretty attractive, someone that I'd expect girls to chase after, and you can likely get anything you want with a face like that." Wooyoung's face falls with irritation.

"You sound like a douche, do you realize that?"

"I'm just saying." San holds his hands up, his stupidly handsome smile chiseling away at Wooyoung's tough exterior. "I like being honest."

"Do you want me to be honest?" Wooyoung's eyes narrow, but San smiles at him anyway.

"Maybe." San's brow raises suggestively, and Wooyoung basically gags.

"You're repulsive."

"Well, sucks for you because now we're friends." San scoots his chair closer and Wooyoung rolls his eyes.

"I don't do friends." Wooyoung scoots his chair away an inch, wanting nothing more than to crawl in a hole and disappear.

"Too bad, you do now." San sets his black bag on the wooden desk, searching through its contents once he unzips the tote.

Wooyoung's eyes couldn't possibly roll any further into the back of his head at this point, biting his tongue as he puts his phone face down on the desk and silently begs a higher power to make his new friend disappear.

"Oh shit. I don't have a pen." San mumbles to himself, subtly looking over to Wooyoung's rigid body. "Can I borrow a pen?"

"Why do you not have a pen?" Wooyoung's gaze avoided San now, feeling San's eyes on him.

"I dunno. Must've forgot one." San sighs, closing his bag and setting it back on the ground. Wooyoung's patience was thinning by the minute, and given the time, the professor should be headed in relatively soon, so Wooyoung needed to get rid of his new bestie before he was forced to suffer next to him for the next hour.

San continues to mumble random knowledge into Wooyoung's ear for the next minute, and Wooyoung for the life of him, cannot help the red hue his ears turn to as his anger boils over.

"Can you please, go away?" Wooyoung's hands find his face, hiding his irritation with the palms of his hands. San sits for a moment, dumbfounded and silent, eyes blinking in confusion as he looks at the male next to him, hiding his face.

"I see when I'm not wanted." San's tone suddenly shifts, almost tinged with a hint of sadness. If Wooyoung could see him, his eyes had glimmers of pitiful fake tears in them. San gets out of his chair, mumbling some random crap about being alone during the lecture, and-

Oh my god, why do I suddenly feel guilty?

"Alright! Alright." Wooyoung's hands quietly fall onto the desk again, gaze being pulled towards his new 'friend'. "Sit back down and shut up, please?"

"With pleasure." San's depressed gaze shifts with a snap of his fingers, sitting back down with a humbling sigh. Wooyoung rolls his eyes again, for probably the fifth time, getting out his laptop and opening his note document.

He isn't sure why he's allowing this stranger to control so much of his emotions like this, but he's kinda cute, so the company wasn't all that bad.

They remain silent for the next hour, taking notes and listening to the fascinating lecture over calculus theories and some sort of graphing Wooyoung hardly paid attention to. Wooyoung found himself thinking about the dance studio and the wide mirrors, listening to the music cast over him and lights showering him with praise; it was all he wanted to do. It was all he craved to do.

Wooyoung had been dancing for over ten years, give or take a few injuries in between, but had never stopped loving it for a second.

Most nights he rented out the dance studio for two hours, dancing to his hearts' content, alone and unscripted, letting the music move him through the bass and electronic tones. Seonghwa wasn't interested in dancing hardly at all, choosing to stay back at the dorm to watch Project Runway (or some shit like that), leaving Wooyoung to fend for himself to keep his mind occupied.

As the dimmed lights suddenly flash brighter, Wooyoung's trance is broken, shaking his head and wincing slightly, eyes searching around the room to gauge the situation he was in. San watches him with a smile, hand shifting through his hair as he moves strands of his ebony hair from his eyes. Wooyoung watches other students begin to pack up their things, leaving him to follow suit, merely acting like he was paying attention.

"Do you want to work on the project together?" San mumbles softly, head tilted towards Wooyoung as he watches his new angry friend turn towards him with a confused gaze.

"What project?"

"I knew you weren't listening." San chuckles at him, shoving his notebook back into his bag.

"Okay, yeah, yeah, you caught me." Wooyoung rolls his eyes, hand grabbing the screen of his laptop and closing it gently. "What fucking project?"

"We have to present a type of graph to the class about exponents or something like that."

"Sounds like you weren't paying attention either."

"Eh," San shrugs. "I've got other things on my mind."

"Like what?" Wooyoung isn't entirely sure why he's particularly interested in San's thoughts, but something about the male intrigued him, and he couldn't quite figure out why.

"I've got a project in another class that really stumped me, and it's due next week."

"That sucks." Wooyoung stands from his chair after shoving his laptop into his bag, watching San follow suit. Wooyoung hesitates for a second, almost hating himself for what he wanted to say, so he bites his tongue and decides to keep it to himself.

"It's a tough project, so, I'm just a little annoyed to have two at once."

"I get it." Wooyoung follows San out from their seats, walking towards the heavy wooden doors keeping them trapped inside their hellish lecture.

"I was serious though," San tried to stop Wooyoung from walking away by continuing the conversation, but Wooyoung hardly held any more interest, reaching his social threshold for the day.

"About what?" He turns around lazily, almost ready to walk away.

"Do you want to do the project with me?"

Wooyoung sighs. As much as he'd love to help this handsome new friend of his, he knows himself. He can't ghost this poor guy over a project, that just wasn't like him.

"Look, I appreciate you wanting to be my friend and all but I just don't work well with others. It's just best if we avoid each other, alright?"

"Are you sure?" San's eyes suddenly look defeated, an honest version of dejection Wooyoung hasn't seen.

"It's just how I've always been. I'm sorry." Wooyoung shrugs, turning around and walking away, leaving San alone by the lecture hall doors.

Three hours later, Wooyoung is sitting on his bed, pen cap in his mouth as he stares at his notes, pondering if studying for his next class was even worth his time. Seonghwa was about to return from his lecture, which hardly startled Wooyoung when his roommate hurried into the door and locked it behind him. Seonghwa was flushed, eyes searching around his room until his gaze lands on Wooyoung, who could really care less about his friend's dramatic entrance into the dorm.

"Hwa?" Wooyoung, who was still looking down at his notebook, opened over his lap with various highlighted notes.

"Yeah?"

"You're ten minutes late. What did you do?"

"How-?" Seonghwa fixes his shirt, setting down his bag on the nearby kitchenette counter, waiting for Wooyoung to look at him.

"Your class ends at 12:30, so why are you home at almost 1:00?"

"No reason," Seonghwa's brow raises. "Are you keeping track of me?"

"I'm a creature of habit. I notice things, like schedules, about people and when I've watched you walk through that door everyday for the last two months at 12:45, something must've happened when you showed up ten minutes late."

"You're weird." Seonghwa approaches his bed, placing a hand on his mattress as he leans to take off his boots.

"Not weird. . . just observant."

"Nope, you're weird alright."

"How was class?" Wooyoung finally looks up from his notebook, watching Seonghwa finally take off his left boot.

"Fine. Usual shit." Seonghwa's gaze looks up, questioning the fact that Wooyoung was studying for once, but elects to ignore it. "What about you?"

"Same stupid lecture, same stupid hall." Wooyoung shrugs. "Saw a cute boy, though."

"Oh?"

"Don't get too excited, Hwa. I'm not interested."

"Well, it's the first time I've heard you call anyone cute."

"I call Coco cute," Wooyoung watches Seonghwa scoff.

"Calling your dog cute doesn't count, Woo."

"Well, in my eyes it does. Besides," Wooyoung closes his notebook, tossing it to the edge of his bed. "Why on Earth would that guy bother dating me?"

"It's not like you're ugly." Seonghwa takes off his other boot, tossing it off to the right. "You know you're attractive, right?"

"No. . . kind of? I don't know. I don't have a fucking ego about my looks, Hwa."

"Did I say you had an ego?"

"It was implied, I guess. I've never had an actual partner before and I'm not going to start now."

"It's okay to like someone, Wooyoung." Seonghwa teases lightly. "I mean, I kinda like someone."

"Is it that blue-haired kid again?"

"No." Seonghwa's brows furrow, a smile curled on the edge of his lips. "I don't like Hongjoong anymore. Are you kidding?"

"You were in love with the guy like a month ago, so, what changed?"

"I'm not his type." Seonghwa shrugs, hopping onto his mattress.

"How do you know his type?"

"I don't."

"Then how do you know?"

"Intuition." Seonghwa shrugs, gaze averting away from Wooyoung's judgemental stare.

"You're ridiculous."

"Says the one who finally calls a guy cute and refuses to admit that he finally likes someone else other than me."

"That's a stretch. I just met the fucker four hours ago."

"Love at first sight?" Seonghwa laughs as Wooyoung shakes his head, leaning back to collide with his comforter and pillows.

"I don't believe in that shit."

"Of course you don't. You're no fun."

"But you still like me." Wooyoung listens to Seonghwa chuckle, which causes him to smile slightly.

"I suppose."

"I'm gonna go to the studio." Wooyoung sits back up suddenly, hand messily combing through his hair.

"And I'll be here. . . painting, or something."

"Why don't you ever want to come with me?"

"I'd really like to not watch you shake your ass in front of me, Wooyoung."

"Ah, you're just worried that you'll fall in love with me." Wooyoung smirks, getting off of his bed and grabbing his shoes.

"Not in a million years."

"Well, I'll be back before dinner. I have another class at three, so I should be back by five."

"Do you want to go get something to eat tonight?" Seonghwa looks towards the male as he puts on his shoes while sitting on the floor, tying his converse tightly to his feet.

"We can. But you pick, I'm too indecisive for that shit."

"You always make me choose."

"Stop complaining, Hwa. It gives you free rein to choose anything you want!"

"You're obnoxious. I can't stand you."

"You do love me, how sweet." Wooyoung smiles at him, standing from the floor and grabbing his bag that he discarded by the counter hours ago.

"You're annoying!"

"Love you too, hyung!" Wooyoung waves behind him, walking out of his dorm and closing the door behind him. He always liked to have the last word, especially when it came to teasing Seonghwa.

The dance studio isn't that far of a walk from his dorm, only a five minute distance down the street to the rarely occupied campus vocal and dancing studios. Pale white walls accompany paned mirrors on three sides of the room, a computer desk to the right, screen illuminated with a drive stuffed with music. Wooyoung gratefully marks down a slot for an hour, walking into the empty space and closing the door behind him. He feels at peace, suddenly decompressing the weight from his shoulders as the quiet of the studio envelops him in a hug. Wooyoung's bag finds the floor as he wanders over to the computer, eyes settling on the screen as he blinks through numerous song suggestions. He spends this time stretching his legs while he stands, scrolling and scrolling until he finally decides on a song he knows like the back of his hand.

Wooyoung presses play, standing away from the desk and heading towards the center of the room, raising his arms over his head to stretch them out before pulling his legs behind him, feeling his muscles tensing then releasing as the music begins to play.

Staring coldly at one another

Your piercing voice is suffocating

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Aye-ye

Wooyoung's movements are slow, easily fluid and seamless, swinging his body to the left, then backwards, arms following through to pops of the beat as he lines himself in tune with the melody.

With your eyes closed shut

Our hearts closed off and stubbornly set in stone

Refusing to acknowledge it all

The movements feel very minimal, elbows locking and popping back out, body stiff as he crouches then moves back up, feeling the chorus amp up in the background as he stares at himself in the mirror.

Ah, I'm burning up

It's so suffocating, I'm about to burst

I'm so thirsty

Fill this cup up

To the brink

On this dangerous night I-

Wooyoung's movements turn sharp, quick, arms rolling around and snapping as his hips lock, eyes turning to the floor for a second, flicking back up to see the door open and an unwelcomed, yet familiar face standing and staring.

It's the love shot

Wooyoung turns around, hardly out of breath as he stands there, hands on his hips, looking back at the familiar male from his math lecture.

"You like EXO?" San asks, watching Wooyoung pace towards the computer and pausing the music. Wooyoung's palms are leaning against the computer desk, gaze lifting and turning towards the door, watching San eye his body questionably.

"I do like EXO. . . why the hell are you here right now?"

"I'm a dance major, it's kind of my homework to practice dancing."

"I rented out the space for an hour." Wooyoung points to the door. "Did you not see it on the board outside?"

"Well, considering it's the middle of the day and the studio is usually empty, I hardly check the board." San admits half-heartedly, watching Wooyoung's eyes roll and his gaze turn back towards the computer.

"Okay, but now that I'm here for an hour, can you go to studio B instead?"

"No, yeah. Yeah. I'll leave." San's voice seemed more timid than usual, leaving Wooyoung to turn back and look at him, guilt pulling at his stomach once again.

"Wait, wait." Wooyoung sighs. He knew he was going to regret this choice; he already regretted not locking the studio's door when he walked inside. "Practice with me."

"I thought you didn't do friends, Woo."

"I don't do friendships," Wooyoung's brows furrow. "And don't call me Woo."

"Well it sounds like you want to be friends with me."

"I don't!" Wooyoung stands away from the computer, jaw clenching and eyes drifting towards the floor. He couldn't understand why he was suddenly feeling so shy, but something about San's presence made him this way.

"Alright, alright. We don't have to be friends, but can we just be, I don't know. . . acquaintances?" San's question isn't that bad of an idea. Wooyoung didn't totally hate the thought of being friendly with San, but he just didn't have room for any more people in his life. His tolerance for a social life was embarrassingly low, but somewhere inside of him he wanted to accept San and let him in a little more.

"If that's what it's going to take in order for you to stop acting like a sad puppy, then sure."

"Okay, great." San awkwardly sets down his bag, inches away from Wooyoung's, stepping further into the room before looking towards the computer and pointing to it.

"Do you know the choreography for Fire by BTS?"

"Obviously," Wooyoung glances towards him for a moment, now realizing that he was wearing a skin-tight black tank, coming to terms with the fact that his new acquaintance was extremely muscular and fit. Wooyoung struggles to remove his gaze for a moment, finding the strength within him to pull away and turn back towards the computer monitor.

"I need a warm up. Do you mind putting it on?"

"Working on it." Wooyoung leans back down, searching for a moment before the familiar beat rises in the speakers. Wooyoung looks up, watching San stretch his arms and legs briefly, shaking his hands for a second before zoning out and letting the music take control of him.

Wooyoung is in a trance suddenly, lips parting slowly as he stares, watching San's body move with the pace of the song.

Wooyoung wanted to join him, and for a second, he barely felt the smile growing on his lips.

When I wake up in my room (room)

I have nothing

After the sun sets, I sway as I walk

I'm completely drunk, drunk

The world is slow for a second, Wooyoung's jaw slacking as he stares in awe. Why the fuck did this new friend have to be from his math lecture have to be a damn dance major at the same time?

Wooyoung's face is suddenly warm and he realizes now that there's a smile pulled on his lips. God, why the fuck didn't he lock the door?

Suddenly, right before the chorus, San stops in his tracks, tongue gracing the corner of his lips. He turns to look at Wooyoung, a cheesy smile plastered on his face as he looks over, and Wooyoung suddenly melts below the threshold of the monitor. Fuck. He's hot.

"Come join in!" San yells at him, turning back towards the mirror as he marks the moves to the song, barely placing any effort until his new friend joins him.

"You look like you're having fun without me! Why should I ruin the fun?"

"I want you to join me, Wooyoung. Please." San is still looking at him, waiting for him to resurface above the top of the monitor.

Wooyoung's breath is caught in his throat, rolling the dice between possibilities until he finally stands back up, looking San directly in the eyes. "Fine. But we're starting over."

San smiles at him and Wooyoung kind of hates him for it.

"Thank god you're back," Seonghwa mutters as Wooyoung enters back into the dorm, eyes tired from lecture and a surprising hour of dance practice with his new acquaintance. "I'm starving."

"Well," Wooyoung lazily throws his bag onto the floor, walking towards Seonghwa who was sitting on his bed. "What do you want? We can go get chicken, or we can go to the cafeteria."

"Let's actually go get something. I'll drive, don't worry. I just really don't want chicken from that place down the street again."

"It would be the third time this week that we've had it."

"Exactly my point. So grab your shit, I'm hungry and I might have to kill you if you make me wait."

"Can I ask you something?" Wooyoung was barely listening to Seonghwa's quiet threat, earning a narrow-squint from Seonghwa as he stood obliviously in the middle of the dorm.

"Shoot."

"Remember the cute boy from my math lecture?" Wooyoung turns towards Seonghwa, watching his eyes widen expectantly. "He's a dance major."

"No way." Seonghwa's lips peel into a large grin, amusement stowed in the gloss of his eyes.

"I know what you're going to say-"

"Wooyoung, you've wanted to be a dance major for so long, right?" Seonghwa stands from his bed, hands reaching out to gently touch Wooyoung's. "Now there's a cute boy that's in your math lecture and he's a hot dancer?"

"Seonghwa-"

"What's his name!?" Seonghwa is almost jumping up and down, like some sort of excited school girl, waiting for more details on this mystery male.

"Oh my god, you said I was annoying? Do you see yourself right now?"

"I'm just excited for you!" Seonghwa chuckles lightly, hand reaching up to smack Wooyoung in the chest.

"I'm not telling you his name." Wooyoung can't help but smile at the annoyance swimming over Seonghwa's gaze. "With due time. . . maybe."

"You're such a tease."

"Tell that to all the men I've rejected." Wooyoung shrugs, watching Seonghwa smirk lightly.

"Are you still unsure of what major you're going to pursue?" Seonghwa lets go of Wooyoung's hands, sitting back down on his bed to reach down and grab his boots.

"You know what I've said about my parents," Wooyoung frowns.

"Well, screw them and what they think. You don't have to be a doctor or a dentist just to appease the family name." Seonghwa shakes his head, tying the laces on his left boot.

"I just feel like I have no choice. The minute I choose something different, that's the minute they stop paying for my tuition."

"It's really unfair of them." Seonghwa sighs, hands dropping away from his boot as he looks back up towards Wooyoung. "You still have four months to figure it out. Take your time, but really consider what you actually want. That's the most important thing."

"I know, Hwa." Wooyoung smiles at him, almost pitiful towards himself in the fact that he has yet to figure out his life.

Everything has seemed so simple up until this point, leading him towards the juncture of disappointment or self-fulfillment. Wooyoung's parents were incredibly supportive of their dreams and ambitions for their son. They had made it known time and time again that Wooyoung needed to give up dancing to pursue something that would provide a steady income, but the days his parents spent lecturing him about their idea of a future for him, the more nights he spent at the studio falling in love with the art of dance.

Wooyoung wasn't one to outright disappoint his parents, but they were absentee parents from the start. Both of his parents were doctors of somesort, so the nights they were home together were rare and hardly seen. Wooyoung dedicated a lot of his time into dancing, barely leaving any room for his studies or personal relationships.

He was a loner through and through. He found comfort in being alone, finding it hard to communicate and work with others unless they matched his energy almost perfectly. That's part of the reason he grew to like Seonghwa so much; they were oddly compatible, but only platonically.

Seonghwa was outgoing and artsy, showing love to anyone he was close to nearly every moment he was awake. He was also incredibly smart and dedicated to his studies, but also had a strange obsession with the Star Wars films.

Wooyoung did sit through each movie begrudgingly, but watching Seonghwa get excited at every plot point made him smile more than he had most of his childhood.

Though they've only been roommates for two months, their friendship blossomed quickly, leading them to become closer than Wooyoung has ever felt with anyone, even his parents.

"I hope you know that I'm proud of you." Seonghwa smiles at him, grabbing for his other boot. "You don't need your shitty parents to be proud of you when they're hardly in your life in the first place."

"They're still my parents." Wooyoung watches Seonghwa's gaze drift away, and for a second he feels the urge to turn around and avoid the conversation, but it doesn't feel right.

"I know." Seonghwa laces his other boot now, treading carefully on the edge of the conversation. "I'll always support you either way."

"I'll support you too. . . and whatever guy you end up falling in love with."

"Hey, just because I have a crush on like three different people, doesn't mean shit, alright?" Seonghwa smiles as he listens to Wooyoung laugh at him, finally finishing lacing his boot and rising from the bed.

"Let's go eat, I'm starving." Wooyoung heads towards the door, then turns, eyes looking at Seonghwa's questionably. "Weren't you just threatening to kill me if we didn't leave immediately?"

"Shut up, Woo." Seonghwa grabs his keys, following Wooyoung right outside of their dorm. Wooyoung watches Seonghwa lock the door, but his gaze tilts upwards towards the neighboring door where a familiar face and familiar blue hair breaks out of the room.

"Wooyoung," The voice calls and his heart drops into his stomach.

"San." Wooyoung replies back, biting his tongue when he realizes Seonghwa is looking at him with a growing smile.

"I didn't know we were neighbors." San begins to approach and Wooyoung suddenly feels heat rising to his cheeks.

"Neither did I, but we have to run!" Wooyoung grabs Seonghwa's arm and practically drags him down the hallway, raising his hand into the air and waving it half-assed. "See you in lecture tomorrow!"

It's only until they're in the safe threshold of the dorm's staircase that Seonghwa stops in his tracks and stares at Wooyoung's back with a shit-eating grin.

"Oh my god!"

"Don't say what you're about to say-"

"He's so fucking hot?!" Seonghwa smiles and Wooyoung groans.

"But wait-" Wooyoung turns around, a smile growing on his lips. "I saw the blue-haired guy right next to him. Wasn't that Hongjoong?"

"N-no." Seonghwa's expression falls and his eyes grow wide, shaking his head with a redness shyly peaking onto his cheeks.

"AH HA!" Wooyoung points at him, now laughing at his friend.

"Oh my god, we're fucked!" Seonghwa smiles dumbfoundedly, hands finding the sides of his head. "How did we not know that two hot guys lived next door?"

"Well, I'm a recluse and you're too busy watching Project Runway to care."

"So San's the guy from your math lecture? And he's a dance major?"

"Yeah, yeah." Wooyoung sighs, looking back towards Seonghwa. "But, hold on. Didn't you say you didn't like Hongjoong anymore?"

"I lied." Seonghwa squints, trying to hide away from Wooyoung's certain wrath.

"You mother fucker-"

"In my defense, I didn't know he lived next door."

"God." Wooyoung's hands rake up and shuffle through his hair. "What the fuck am I going to do?"

"Make a move, Wooyoungie." Seonghwa walks past him, starting to walk down the stairs. "His name means mountain, doesn't it?"

"What are you getting at?" Wooyoung shuffles after him, listening with a curious ear.

"I don't know," Seonghwa smiles as he rounds the landing of the stairs. "Have you thought about climbing the mountain?"

"I fucking hate you." Seonghwa breaks out into a laugh, quickening his pace down the steps as Wooyoung chases after him.

In all honesty, Wooyoung didn't know what he was going to do. He thought he could play avoidance in this friendship with San, but now that he knows he's a dancer and suddenly his neighbor, these feelings inside of his gut were surely going to be harder to ignore.