Room 302

Moonjo didn't expect his new art subject to be so full of joy while talking about his novel. Ofcourse, it is natural to be excited about his own work, but in his case, there was something extremely satisfying about the way he rambled on about a serial killer getting away with several murders. Not to forget the fact the way his smile widened when he talked about his main character choking someone to death.

It's as if he was describing the love of his life.

Wishing goodbye to him when they came near their rooms, Moonjo sat for a moment after changing, contemplating if he should get some sleep.

Creak.

Or not. He could utilize the time to observe and take all his time to know everything about him. Without making a sound, he went near the peephole and watched as Jongwoo appeared as confused as a puppy sitting in front of the laptop.

He found inspiration from the little talk they had. That's good for them. They could motivate each other. Although, it's still a fifty percent chance of him doing it again when he's done recreating him.

Moonjo didn't know how long he stood watching him. Time seemed to pass sooner with his subject alongside him. Jongwoo went to doze off. Now, there isn't much to watch. As he was backing away, he heard another sound and whipped his head to look at his subject's demeanor through the hole.

Jongwoo was moaning.

Ofcourse, in his sleep. Moonjo deduced how it must've been a nightmare and not something pleasurable since he tossed and turned uncomfortably.

Oh, but the sight of his agonizing face. And with the bonus of a flushed face and sweat all over his body. Moonjo grinned wider as small gasps and moans escaped from his mouth. He could feel his pants get tighter with each passing second.

Hands slowly sliding down his pants, he pushed it down and pulled out his cock. Moving his hand and working on his shaft, he started breathing heavily. His eyes focused on Jongwoo's lips. It would look so good wrapped around him. He could almost see his plump lips around him, those adorable eyes looking up at him with sinful thoughts.

He came with a grunt after a few minutes. He then moved to take a tissue out of his bag and wiped his hand and applied some hand sanitizer. He can't leave jagiya alone now, can he?

Time passed and he found himself to be amused by Jongwoo. He couldn't believe how much of a heavy sleeper he was. He watched him toss and turn, and finally half of his body fell down, hitting his head in the process.

It was time for him to wake up though. Soon enough the alarm on his mobile rang up and he watched Jongwoo lazily pulling himself up on the bed and switching the annoying sound off. Moonjo chuckled under his breath watching him groan in pain as he rubbed his hand over his bed hair.

He watched him get up from his bed and take a towel. Oh, he was going to shower. He can't miss the opportunity to see his bare body.

Moonjo waited for some time to pass. He couldn't just follow him in, of course. He soon was able to hear the sound of water hitting the ground from the bathroom.

Walking out slowly, he stood by the entrance and stared at the way Jongwoo rubbed his hair standing under the shower.

"Hello," he said, watching him for a moment.

"Oh, hello," Jongwoo said, bowing down a bit in a respectful manner.

Moonjo walked past him and stood under the shower next to him. "Did you get a good sleep?" he asked.

"Yes," Jongwoo answered.

"It sounded like you were having a nightmare. I could hear you."

"Did I bother you? Sorry," Jongwoo apologized.

Moonjo chuckled, "Don't worry about it. You can practically hear the person next door breathing here."

"Figures," Jongwoo said turning off his shower, "The rooms are separated but it feels like we are all living together. Right, have you seen the guy living next door to me?"

Moonjo felt a tinge of anger hearing about him. Why was he asking about him?

"Room 302?" he asked.

"Yes," Jongwoo confirmed.

It was annoying. He stared at him with a newfound feeling of irritation hearing the mention of a man, he was most supposedly should've ignored. He wasn't that noticeable to people in the first place. Moonjo stared at him, smile wiped off of his face, and asked "Why?"

"It's just I haven't seen him since last night. Come to think of it, that gangster guy is gone too," Jongwoo turned to look at him and dried his hair with a towel, "Isn't that weird?"

His observation about all of it made him excited though. He noticed what went unnoticed by most people. Moonjo tried to control his smile and said, "We all live here, but we don't really know about one another. It's probably good manners to pretend we didn't notice."

"I guess so," Jongwoo said rubbing his body with the towel, "I'm sure no one came here to live willingly."

Moonjo was in awe. He was perfect for him. Jongwoo was all he needed to complete his masterpiece. "Do you want to grab a beer on the rooftop after work tonight?" he asked.

"I'm meeting my girlfriend tonight, so I can't."

Moonjo smiled at the new piece of news, "So you have a girlfriend?" The burning sensation in his chest and mind were coming back all over again.

"Yes."

"Ofcourse you do. You're a good-looking guy," Moonjo said. It was probably because of the shower, but he wanted to believe Jongwoo flushed into a deeper shade of red hearing his compliment.

"Then please excuse me," Jongwoo said slowly walking out, "I'll take a rain check on that beer."

"Sure, we are not in a hurry," Moonjo said, smiling softly.

It was good that Jongwoo was still willing to hang out with him. But there's a hurdle that he needed to take care of before.

His girlfriend.

But it's all going to work out fine. When the time comes, he could just use her as a weakness. There's no one that could stop him from being together with the one that was made for him.

The one he was going to mold into a new piece of artwork. His masterpiece.