#*bedsheets

today, i feel like i am lying on top of hell's door

( / of course he'd forget his course books today of all days.  kim joonmyun hates being late to anything, and he was already running a few minutes behind his very strict schedule of staying five minutes early to everything -- and walking back across campus to get to the dorms is no small feat ( unless you have teleportation abilities, which, of course, he does not. ) a small sigh escapes his lips and he's biting the inside of his cheek out of stress -- and he's kind of glad that no one is around to see him like this, because it's very out of character and joonmyun always smiles because he needs to. ) -- ( / thankfully it doesn't take him long to get to his room, and he pulls open the door in a rush and doesn't even notice that it's half open in his haste -- but the sight of wu yifan curled up on his bed almost makes him jump out of his skin, and joonmyun almost - almost - rolls his eyes. ) yifan? ( / he says his name softly, because even if this was unexpected -- he's used to yifan crawling into his bed when he wants to take a nap without being caught, and the other male can get really moody if he's interrupted. he makes a face at the pristine bed that he made just this morning before leaving crumpled under yifan's body, but makes no move to fix it. ) yifan, have you seen my books.. ? i'm going to be late -- ( / and as an afterthought -- ) and make the bed when you leave.