By the time Seok had started to drop off, Sehun was already fast asleep, cuddled up in the many fluffy blankets he'd brought from home. He'd unpacked whilst Seok had, and fell asleep in the time he'd been helping Joonyeong. He was truly tired from the journey here.

- That Evening -

As it was a Friday evening, and as everyone had been given the day off from classes because it was the mid-year transfer day where all the new students arrived, Kyung-Joo had had the entire day to himself to plan what to cook. He'd taken one of the ready meals out of the cupboard and warmed it up for his lunch, but Friday was his day to cook- at the weekends, he and Joonyeong actually made their own food. He stood in the kitchen, throwing random ingredients he'd found around the cupboards into a large frying pan to make a japchae that really did reflect his youth.

Now, he didn't really know if Cheung had ever eaten japchae, although he knew many Korean restaurants in China served it, but he was almost certain that the other boys had, and so wasn't too worried about what he was making. He'd laid plastic chopsticks out on the main table, the crappy kind that the school had to provide because metal ones were too expensive and wooden ones snapped. He hadn't disturbed anyone all day, as he knew Joonyeong was studying, and Cheung was watching something in Chinese, and the others were probably fast asleep after their journey, but he hoped the scent of the food brought them to the dining room.

Kyung-Joo looked up for a second, smiling warmly at Seok and nodding gently.

"Yeah, I wanted you to feel at home on your first night." He said, looking back at the pan and stirring everything around a bit. It was ready to go in everyone's bowls, and so he turned the hob off, lifting up the pan and pouring equal portions of food into each one and putting the pan back down. He took three and looked at Seok.

"Can you get those two?"

Seok nodded, smiling and taking the two dishes into the dining room. He placed them by the chopsticks, and stood back to admire Kyung-Joo's work. It reminded him a bit of home, without the various side dishes that his mother usually prepared. Thinking of that, though, Seok realised that he really didn't miss home.

[ jae and jongin you shit. ]

Seok watches and Joonyeong sits down and chooses the chair next to his. Joonyeong was the one he knew best out of his new dormmates- of course, he knew Sehun better, but he wasn't exactly new to him.

Joonyeong pulled his jacket over his shoulders, leaving it unzipped and looking at his reflection in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair before tiptoeing through the dorm room, hoping that Seok had made sure all doors were closed before he did so, and pulled his shoes on when he reached the shoe rack by the door. He gave Seok a quiet nod and opened the door, tapping his jeans back pocket to make sure that his phone was there before stepping out into the hall.

The only way he and Seok could make it out of the house was to climb through the window in the hall, which Joonyeong had purposely left unlocked earlier when he was asked to go to each floor and lock them, and so he made his way silently down the hall and pushed it open slightly. It was a single flight of stairs worth of a jump, but it was their only way out, and he'd done this many times now. Besides, the grass below was soft enough to cushion their fall.

Joonyeong placed himself on the window ledge and looked back at the hall for a second before pushing away from the window frame, falling quickly for a few seconds until his toes hit the ground, followed by the rest of his body. It took him a good thirty seconds to recover from the fall- his legs tingled- but he moved out of the way so that Seok had a clear run at it.