Small hands grip his arms and shake him awake as a familiar voice calls out his name, “Yixing! Yixing!”
Blinking his eyes open, adjusting to the lights in his room, Yixing sees Kyungsoo’s face littered with black marks of dust and grease, his eyes frenzied and framed with heavy eyebags. But even with his messy hair and dirtied clothes, the junior
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