✎ Residence Room 1

@byun ⋄ baekhyun There was no way that he was going to let him forget him. He was prepared. The only person in this school that was allowed to forget or reject him was Jeongguk. Wooyoung had followed him until he found this place. The problem was getting in without getting caught. He had to make sure that no one ratted him out. Watching a quick tutorial on his phone Wooyoung was able to break the lock and slip inside. Now he just had to find him in the apartment. It took too long and of course he was in the last place he looked. Bedroom. That made things easier for him. Wooyoung used his own shirt to tie the rude man to his bed. He do so very carefully and deliberately. Once he was sure that he couldn't break free Wooyoung straddled his hips. He grinded against him.

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@kwon ⋄ jiyong Baekhyun was anything but brave. He was a survivor. His self-preservation was always high on his priority. If he wanted to remain as he lived now, he always had to be steps ahead and wary. His grip around the handle tightened as he peered inside the room, his heart racing. Slowly, his mind registered what he was seeing. Slow and sluggish movement from the bed, someone was underneath the covers. It was a stranger. The professor immediately flinched at the sound of surprise and nearly dropped the knife. He pulled the blade close to his chest while taking a step back. Baekhyun briefly took in the visual of the other with his eyes laser-focused on the other male.

He slightly bit into his lower lip to keep himself from replying on instinct to the question. The apparent stranger had been sleeping and either or nearly. He was clinging to the blade in slight desperation as his mind tried to understand the situation. Not a burglar? A stranger, definitely. One with luggage on the floor? He took in a deep breath before exhaling and speaking up.

"Wrong place? Who are you?"

@byun ⋄ baekhyun Jiyong had been asleep for at least an hour or two, clearly in a very comfortable REM sleep. Not able to hear much other than his own breaths as the body recovered from a very long flight, all was well until the clash of keys to porcelain or metal broke the otherwise quiet atmosphere. Still, this does not rouse the sleeping counselor, instead, the quality of sleep starts to slowly deteriorate from continued, unfamiliar noise. The frame shifts for comfort between the comforter and blankets, yet remains in bed. It's not until the repetitive floor creaking gets progressively closer does this finally rouse Jiyong into the conscious, but not alarmed. He's far too drowsy for the fear to kick in, not yet anyway.

As the door is opened, the white puffy lump on the bed was shifting. He's sleeping in his underwear, and so a bare upper body struggles weakly against the overtly large comforter to sit up properly. By the time he turns to the door, there's a stranger there and a knife in hand. "!?" Without thinking, he cries out, although due to grogginess it sounded more like an injured goat than a frightened man. Either hand raises to shoulder level with confusion, sleepiness and fear. The upper body is littered in tattoos, from on the shoulders, biceps, nape of the neck, side of the face and forearms. "Uh-! Am I in the wrong place?" The grogginess in his tone slurring some of his rushed words. Was this a break-in?

If the stranger got to looking around they'd see a rolling luggage laid down on the floor at the foot of the bed with the top open and miscellaneous personal items on the dresser, like cologne, some pieces of jewelry, a airport slip attached to the luggage bag and its corresponding receipt crumpled among the jewelry. Despite the late hour. the end table lamp had been left on which allowed the scene to be quite clear to both individuals, granted one was clearly far more conscious than the other.

@kwon ⋄ jiyong It had been quite a night for the professor. This evening had been the first time he had gone out to enjoy himself since he had first been accepted as a professor. A few of his other colleagues had invited him out for drinks, and he had gone, but it wasn't quite the scene or entertainment Baekhyun found himself drawn to. To keep the farce, he had attended and not complained. He plastered on his humble smile and kept the conversation going. His mother would have been proud. Baekhyun was just about ready to break the law to counteract that thought.

He brought the cigarette up to his mouth, inhaling before releasing the smoke back out into the air. He stared up at the night sky. After taking a few more swigs of his cigarette, he continued his venture home. He adjusted his long and slightly oversized coat on his shoulders just as he reached the block of the staff housing. It had been an adjustment for him to have a group of roommates so abruptly, but he was thankful they at least respected each other's privacy. The other two would be gone for the weekend, and Baekhyun was quite pleased to have the room to himself. Sometimes solitude was needed over the constant company.

Once at the door, he put out the remainder little nub of cigarette and unlocked the door. Taking a step inside, he let out a small groan as he tossed the keys onto a small dish. He would put those away later, he thought. He kicked off his shoes before moving further in and carried them into the living space. He the light and set the coat on the couch's spine. Abruptly he froze, suddenly hearing a noise. He slowly turned his head, trying to locate the source of the sound, and there! A snore? No one was supposed to be in here. But maybe one of his other colleagues returned early?

Swallowing the instant to panic, Baekhyun moved towards the kitchen. He would be prepared to protect himself if the noise was an intruder in the residence. Baekhyun only hoped he was wrong. He grabbed hold of a kitchen knife from the set and slowly approached the door he assumed the noise was coming from. He attempted to muffle the noise of his steps though the wood creaked under his weight ever so often. He hoped this would not turn into some horror film. He would rather stay alive. Once at the door, one that was previously unoccupied, and continuously confirming the noises were coming from behind, Baekhyun slowly turned the knob. The hand holding the knife was slightly shaking.

@byun ⋄ baekhyun Jiyong had ear buds in his ears as feet carried him across the dimly lit campus. With the clock hitting 7:30 pm, it's rather late to still be exploring, and the jet lag is really starting to seep into his very being. With tired eyes looking down at the given information over email about where he'd be staying until he got his own place. After some confusion, Jiyong finds the residence off campus. Unlocking the door with a key, the lock clicks, a free hand pushing the door ajar to come in and look around.

It's quite a large space, and with the exhaustion of the flight, and unexpected footwork to the new residence, he doesn't put two and two together that the space was a shared one. Glancing around with a single, temporary brow arch, the eyes blink away tiredness and simply accept that this entire room was his, and his alone. "Sweet." Lugging belongings in behind him, he trails into the bathroom for a quick shower before passing out in one of the rooms, frame curled into the blanket and comforter like a cocoon or pill bug. Once the body hit REM sleep, a breathy snore can be heard across the shared space.

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