The boy had waddled in his silence up to the girl’s dorm rooms, where he snuck silently into the hall and toward his good friend’s door. Here, the entirety of the dimly lit hall had him just a bit spooked – the campus was always a bit creepy to him at night, as this whole ‘misters and mistresses of the dark’ vibe was totally being let out throughout the entirety of the school. He would be used to it by the fourth year, you would think, but the little thing was scared of everything that moved or remotely would resemble that of anything out of a scary movie. In this fact, he hoped that the other was up at this point in time as he rose a hand to knock on the entrance in front of him.
To his surprise, and yet relief, the boy was answered with a seemingly completely awake young girl. They’d been friends for a while, perhaps since her first or second year at the school – but who’s keeping record? The face of the young girl was such a relief. Though before he could even raise his arms to sling them around her shoulders in a quick and grateful embrace, he was quickly hit with words of almost annoyance. Why are you awake?
It hit him off guard, no less. He was a bit quiet for a moment before he finally began to pout, his light pink hair in his eyes as he peaked through his long eyelashes, fluttering them as his hands began to clasp in front of his lap. “Because I missed you, of course.” Ace cooed, wiggling almost child like before he gave a sheepish grin, lifting his hand from its grasp to ruffle the back of his own head, chuckling almost in embarrassment. “You know that I think sleep is a waste of time, Yen. Come do stuff with me. You were obviously awake – wait, why were you awake? Too busy staying up thinking about me, ey?”
There was a lot of anxiety occupying Yena’s current thoughts. All of her worries, doubts and unanswered questions flowed into her mind at night. Maybe it was why that night, despite all the methods she had tried (from counting sheep, listening to some soothing music or even reading a book she honestly hated) she couldn’t sleep. Rolling in the bed, she could feel the sweat stucked all over her skin due to the hot temperatures (after all, during summer what can you expect?), which was awful. Streching her arm, she lit the lamp that was on the nightstand, suddendly the room was lit up by a beautiful low light that was surely relaxing. Now that the room wasn’t anymore in complete darkness, she glanced at the red-shaped alarm clock that was placed next to the vintagy green lamp. It said 01:00 AM. This could mean only one thing and it was exactly was yena wasn’t hoping for: insomnia.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a whole new experience for her - she had already experienced it the last year, but it was for different causes. Even if the motives were completely different this time, the symptoms were exactly the same. The perception of the impossibility to fall asleep that brought her almost crazy, the nervousness tumbling through her body, the cold sweat she was able to feel first on her clothes and then on her skin, like a disgusting and sticky patina that was impossible to wipe away, it was always the same. In these situations she didn’t know exactly how to act or what to do simply because no one ever teached to her how to. She was almost always alone in her palatial room back in her big house in the centre of gangnam, she never experienced unlike the other kids - when your mom tells you a story before going to sleep because her mother was always at work with her husband and she didn’t have time for these “silliness” (like the woman always described to her these apparently acts of love every mother, except for her, were used to do with their children). Actually her mother never was particulary affectionate with her third daughter, maybe because she felt like she had failed with the first one, (yena’s sister never really carried on the family legacy unlike her and was always too naive for her taste), so she wanted to teach the young girl how to be stubborn, in every possible way, even if this could be potentially to harmful to such a young kid. So, even if yena wasn’t able to sleep during the night, the next morning she would’ve hide the heavy bags under her eyes with a touch of makeup and a strained smile, as always. Because she was teached to never let her guard down, she needed to enduring her weakness, no matter what.
The girl was lost in her thoughts, when someone knocked on the door. She lifted her blanket and got out of her bed, then she went over the door on tip toes, hesitating for a moment. Who could it be at that hour? One of her friends? Or maybe it was a stupid prank by some annoyed first year students. When she opened the door, her eyes widened with surprise but also with a bit of suspicion. That figure was way too familiar for her to not recognize it, it was non other than Apollo, her long-time friend, whom she had lived her first ever wildest experiences at seongsu. She couldn’t forget these moments, she truly treasured them in her heart for all this time. The two were close since her first and second year respectively but eventually they grew apart because life happens and it brought them in following different paths. Also, the incessant rumors about a possible flirt between them maybe, just maybe contributed to it. But ehy, it was never too late to make up for the lost time, right? She asked him why he was awake at such hour, almost in annoyance then after waiting for his respond, she responded to his affermation. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, Mr. Ace.” she merely laughed at his words, continuing to look at him. His hair were dyed with an improbable color, the calorous tone of his voice accompanied his gentle words whom slipped from his curved lips, everything was really too familiar to her. It was like a dejavu. But she didn’t mind to revive this moments again. “Obviously, i wasn’t thinking about you. Well, i was thinking on -” she interrupted herself from talking too much, then continued “It doesn’t matter on what i was thinking. Unless we’re not going to got expelled from the academy it’s okay to me. You know, i don’t want to have a free-tour in the company of the dean tomorrow because of your brilliant ideas.”
