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Sanggyun knew it would be a problem. It had always been a problem, there was no reason for things to change now. He also knew he should talk to the group’s manager and tell him about the issue, so that he could do something. But whenever he tried, he remembered the reaction from his previous manager and company, and his resolve wavered and disappeared.
He had had more than a week to get used to the idea of sharing a dorm with his new group. More than a week to discuss the problem with the manager and find a solution. But he just couldn’t. He couldn’t and he was panicking, because soon he would have to face reality and he still didn’t know how to deal with it. It came to a point where he simply blocked it. Maybe if he pretended it wasn’t happening, it wouldn’t happen.
And that’s why he ended up in the new dorm room that he’d be sharing with his friends, his band mates, without telling anyone about something that was probably crucial, considering he’d be sleeping at the dorm. He sighed. It wasn’t like his other company had given him a solution. They’d just left him to his own devices. If he’d spent more than three years like that, he could spend a few more.
“Wow, it’s huge.”
The boys in the room turned to see Yongguk, the last one to arrive, entering the dorm, looking around, impressed.
“It is! You should see the rooms, hyung!”
Taehyun laughed at Hyunbin’s eagerness as the boy walked up to Yongguk, helping the boy with his things. Yongguk let the taller boy take some of his things, still seeming impressed by the dorm. In his defence, it was pretty good of a dorm, all things considered.
The boy entered, carrying his cats’ stuff and the cats, and Hyunbin immediately took hold of the poor kitties. Yongguk let the boy be, knowing how much Hyunbin liked the animals. Taehyun got up.
“C’mon, guys, we need to organize this a bit.”
Everyone groaned, but got up to help.
That night, after they were done organizing and deciding rooms and all of that, Sanggyun set his alarm to 5:30am. They had to wake up at around 7:30, he figured it would be enough time to wash his sheets and put clean ones on his bed before the others woke up. In the next morning, as the alarm rang he quickly sat up and turned it off. Immediately after he turned to Kenta, on the bed next to his. He sighed in relief as he noticed the boy was still asleep.
Slowly, Sanggyun got out of bed. He cringed as he felt the coldness on his butt and legs, blushing at the wet spot in his bed and underwear. Sighing, he took the sheets from his bed. He quickly hid it under the bed and took fresh sheets. Silently, he did his bed, before taking his dirty stuff and taking it to the laundry room.
This system worked for a while. Sanggyun woke up earlier, did what he had to do, and pretended all was well. But it was tiring. It was so tiring, and he was always scared someone would be awake, one day, and catch him in the act. He constantly felt the urge to just tell someone.
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
Of course, his luck didn’t last. He should have imagined that no matter how fast he turned off his alarm, if it was enough to wake him up, it was enough to wake Kenta up, too. But the older boy never woke up, never even reacted, so Sanggyun slowly grew more comfortable and less worried. Until that damned day, when he turned off his alarm and laid back down, sighing, only to be startled by a sleepy voice.
“Why do you always wake up so early?”
Sanggyun almost fell from the bed from the shock. He barely avoided screaming, also, turning around with his breath raged. Kenta was looking at him, confused.
“H-hyung? W-what are you doing awake?”
This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. It wasn’t fair. Kenta stretched, sitting up. Sanggyun wondered what had he done wrong to deserve this.
“I always wake up to your alarm, but I never get up, because my alarm rings later. And I always wonder why you wake up so early. So today I decided to wake up with you.”
Sanggyun bit his lip, pulling his sheets closer to his chest.
“Ah, you don’t need to, hyung.”
Kenta laughed.
“I know, but I wanted to. And I’m already up, anyways.”
Sanggyun smiled, silently praying for a meteor to hit the earth. Dying sounded pretty good at the moment.
“Ok, then.”
He ended up saying. Kenta tilted his head.
“Aren’t you coming? I’m pretty sure you don’t wake up early just to lie in bed.”
Sanggyun snorted. ‘No, I wake up early so I can wash my sheets without you guys knowing’ he thought.
“You can go ahead. I’ll be up in a second.”
Kenta raised an eyebrow at him.
“You’re hiding something.”
Sanggyun quickly shook his head, before noticing he’d just made things more suspicious. He snorted, trying to undo his mistake.
“No, I’m not.”
Ah yes, not suspicious at all. He internally face palmed. Kenta was still looking at him, and Sanggyun couldn’t help but to pull his sheets closer, instinctively, as the older ran his eyes through his body. Understanding filled Kenta’s face.
“Oh. Ah, Sanggyunie, did you have one of those dreams?” He chuckled and Sanggyun felt his face burn. Was Kenta… did he really… “It’s ok, Sanggyunie. We’re all guys here, all of us wake up like that sometimes.”
Sanggyun couldn’t believe he was having a talk – one sided as it may be – with Kenta, of all people, about morning wood. When it wasn’t even the case.
“No! Oh god, no. That’s not it at all!”
He only noticed what he’d said when Kenta smirked at him.
“So you admit there’s something wrong.”
Sanggyun groaned and fell back on the bed.
“Why me?”
He whined. Kenta laughed.
“C’mon, Sanggyunie. We’re wasting time.”
Sanggyun considered his choices.
“I’m naked.”
Was what he chose. He expected Kenta to blush and act like he was disgusted. He expected the boy to run from the room or something like that. Instead, Kenta rolled his eyes and reached into his closet, pulling out a shirt that would look more like a dress in Sanggyun.
“Put it on and let’s go.”
The older said, handing the shirt to Sanggyun. The rapper sighed, but picked the shirt up. He then shifted on the bed, deciding on how to put on the shirt. He sat up and managed to dress himself without dislodging his sheets, cringing at the disgusting feeling against his legs.
Once he was finished, he rolled his eyes at Kenta.
“Done. Now can you go?”
Kenta laughed.
“You’re boring, Sanggyunie.”
Sanggyun shrugged and Kenta rolled his eyes. And then he reached forward.
Sanggyun hadn’t expected Kenta to pull the covers from him. He should have. All of them were teases. They liked to pick on each other and prank each other. Of course, they were absolutely respectful. If someone seriously said something wasn’t to be done or talked about, everyone accepted and never came close to the topic. But Sanggyun hadn’t drawn that line. He hadn’t told Kenta that this was a serious topic for him. He’d been stupid.
So Kenta pulled his covers, and his eyes widened. Sanggyun could feel his breath picking up. Immediately, he buried his face in his hands, either trying to hide or to keep the tears in, he wasn’t too sure.
“No…”
Was what he managed to say. Kenta was silent for a few seconds.
“Oh shit. Shit, I’m sorry Sanggyunie. I didn’t… you didn’t… I…”
Sanggyun heard someone sob before noticing it had been him.
“I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He mumbled. Kenta made a weird noise and two seconds later he was hugging Sanggyun.
“No, there’s no need to say sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry for, Sanggyunie.”
Sanggyun didn’t mean to wrap his arms around Kenta like that, but no one had ever had that reaction to finding out his secret. So he clung to the older like a Koala, something he’d probably be embarrassed about later, and cried.
He cried for all the years he’d been made fun of by his classmates. For all the years he’d spent at Hunus, being teased and bullied because of that stupid problem. He cried in fear of rejection from his new friends, even if Kenta wasn’t showing any signs of leaving anytime soon.
“Y-you weren’t supposed… to find out.”
Kenta startled at the younger’s voice, then slowly let the boy go, noticing Sanggyun had stopped crying. Sanggyun looked at him, searching his eyes for any sign of disgust or mockery. He didn’t find anything.
“Yeah, I could tell. Sorry I forced you. I didn’t mean to.”
His voice was soft as he dried Sanggyun’s cheeks.
“I didn’t say anything, you couldn’t have known.”
Kenta simply sighed. He took a look at Sanggyun’s wet bed and Sanggyun blushed, embarrassed.
“C’mon, I’ll help you clean it up. You can go shower while I put these in the washer.”
Sanggyun gaped. No one had ever offered to help him. Yano, Sehyuk, Yooncheol and Hansol had been nice about it. They didn’t tease Sanggyun and they often told others off for making fun of him. But they’d never… they’d never helped him like that.
“I… no, you can’t do that. This is disgusting, and it’s not your problem, and…”
Kenta interrupted him.
“Sanggyun, I don’t know what you went through because of this, but please listen to me, ok? First, it’s not disgusting. It’s just like taking dirty clothes to be washed. Second, what do you mean it’s not my problem? We’re friends, and band mates, and roommates. Your problems are my problems too. I won’t just turn away when you have a problem just because it doesn’t directly involve me. So go shower. I’ll be putting these to wash.”
Sanggyun bit his lip. He was embarrassed beyond words, but… but he wanted to let Kenta help. Slowly, he nodded. Kenta smiled at him.