golden gleams paint across the tall european-esque pillars of the lim village dormitories, the setting sun sitting gloriously on its throne of cotton-like clouds, seemingly dipped with a pastel tangerine hue, filling the campus village with a warm filter perfect for the #goldenhour selfies.
junhyung treads past a group of girls posing for their smartphone camera, angled towards the setting sun for the best natural glow possible. while this time meant golden hour selfies for many, it meant dinner time for him and junhyung cannot cook for shit. how does he survive in college, you ask? cafeteria food is his go to but when it’s closed during the odd hours he finds his tummy rumbling, he opts for instant food at twenty-four hour convenience stores. oh right— there’s also someone else he goes to for food and despite said person’s constant complains, he never fails to feed junhyung every single time and usually more than he asks for too.
that’s exactly where he was headed — junhyung pushes the elevator button that leads to the third floor of the yi hall, leaning against the elevator wall as its door closes shut. is he back in his room yet? he should be, right? it’s already 6:30 pm and his last class should’ve already ended. the elevator dings as it arrives at the third floor and junhyung walks out, heading towards the far end of the floor, where unit #29 is. upon reaching his destination, he lightly knocks on the door, “hyung,” he calls out, “it’s me, I’m here!” he folds his arms, expecting the other to open the door and invite him in but all that he got back was silence and an unopened door. hm? is he not in? junhyung questions, though unfazed, simultaneously reaching towards the door to unlock it on his own. with how often he comes over, he had the passcode memorised and could easily make himself at home whenever he wanted to though he tries to knock first, just in case, you know? he wouldn’t want to walk in on anything, especially when he’s busy with something or someone— if he did, it’ll be scarring, like walking in on your own brother doing the deed, which is exactly what he is like to him — a brother.
junhyung shuts the door behind him, dropping his bag by the shoe rack before making his way towards the other’s bed, not without noticing his unopened bag of chips and cola by his pantry table. nice! at least I’ll have something to munch for now. he rubs his palms together with impish mischief, tearing the bag of chips open without a second thought. he nestles into the other’s bed, messing it up slightly, though bearing in mind not to leave any crumbs behind — he learnt the hard way the other time — and whipping his phone out to watch some netflix.
about twenty minutes into the sitcom he was watching, he finds his eyelids threatening to fall as he begins to doze off. he jolts awake when he hears the click of the dormitory door, jerking his head towards it when he hears it open.
“finally—” he exclaims, hopping off the bed, “I’m starving,” he rolls up the now half-finished bag of chips, dropping it by the bedside table, licking the seasoning off his fingers, “and I’m really really craving your fried rice.”
