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Park Chaeyoung

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What the hell?

I looked at the clock. 1.43am. Almost three hours since I had got back from my time with Minho. The door flung open and Hye-ryeoung burst in.

"Quick! Get up!" She yelled. Why? 

"Why?"

"Fire alarm, you idiot," she scoffed. "Are you deaf? GET UP!"

I scrambled out of bed, but before I could even grab a jumper, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the door, leaving me a little bit of time to put some shoes on.

It was freezing, I mean, what do you expect for September? There were loads of students scattered all around the place. Hye-ryeoung disappeared from my sight as the teachers tried to sort out the situation. I looked around for a familiar face. 

"Which idiot pulled the fire alarm," someone grumbled from behind me. I turned around. "Some of us are trying to sleep you know."

"I can tell," I smiled, indicating to his messy hair, which by the way was extremely hot. "Cute pyjamas." I teased.

"Yeah yeah, shut up," Minho rolled his eyes, hugging the jumper closer to him. I also wrapped my arms around myself, because this pyjama t-shirt was clearly not made to provide warmth. 

"Why are you not wearing a jumper?"

"I didn't get a chance to grab one," I said. Minho sighed.

"I guess I have to be the man and let you use mine," he pulled it over his head. 

"No it's-"

"Shut up, I'll let you have your k-drama moment that you so desperately want," he then pulled it over my head. 

"Ouch!"

"There," he said, crossing his arms to make himself warm again. There was a rumble in the distance, and then it started raining. He sighed. "Great. Getting sick is just what I need."

"I'll give you your k-drama moment then," before he could protest I walked behind him and hugged him from the back.

"This isn't helping."

 "I can tell you really love this."

"Yeah, I really love this," he muttered sarcastically. 

I gave a small laugh and buried my head on his shoulder. He tilted his head slightly to rest it on mine, and I ran my hands up and down his arms, as if that'd actually help.