Mingyu's eyes are digging holes on his notes spread on the dining table, some papers having coffee mug stains and coffee spills, and high lighters scattered around the table.

"Gyu!"

He reads through the last paragraphs of his notes, his eyebrows furrowed as he ignores the call of his name.

"Mingyu, don't ignore your bff"

Mingyu merely hums as he finishes the last paragraph stream through his mind and his eyes shut tight, trying to remove the pain studying brings.

"You have to take a break. You've been studying since this morning."

Mingyu looks at Seungcheol with a glare.

"It's only the afternoon, Cheol."

"Are you shitting me, Gyu?"

"What do you mean shitting you?"

Seungcheol angrily walks to the dinning table to close Mingyu's physics book and fix his papers.

"It's fucking 9 the fucking evening, Mingyu." Seungcheol places all of his things at the other end of the table, out of reach from Mingyu. "You've been studying for 13 hours straight. You didn't even know the sun went down."

Mingyu glances out the window. "Oh shit, you right man."

"Don't 'you right man' me, Mingyu. I hate it when you're studying and forgetting to eat. You haven't touched the food I made you from this morning and you're drinking coffee with an empty stomach."

He watches his best friend place his things inside Mingyu's bag placed on the opposite chair.

"You're doing the 'i'm sad so i'm going to study my ass off until I faint' defense mechanism again."

"I'm not!" Mingyu retaliate and Seungcheol glares at him.

"Yes you are, Gyu. The last time you did this was when you and Joshua broke up, and you ended up in the hospital all pale and empty."

Seungcheol's glare turns into sadness and Mingyu can't help but feel apologetic and thankful for Seungcheol.

"I'm sorry, Seungcheol."

"I'll forgive you if you come with me and Jeonghan to the club?"

"And be the nation's third-wheel?"

"Yes. The nation will give you a medal if you come."

Mingyu thinks about his physics exam which is in 4 days and thinks about the tiredness in his body. He feels it when he stands to pick up his bag from Seungcheol's hold.

"I guess I need to loosen up a little."

Seungcheol places his hands on Mingyu's shoulders.

"Exactly! Plus you should get yourself out there. It's been, what, 6 months since Joshua -"

"8, actually."

Seungcheol squeezes his cheeks with one hand, making Mingyu's face look like a fish and he raises his brows in surprise.

"See? It's been so long. You should really go out there. It doesn't have to be serious but at least get your dick shoved up someone's ass or have someone shove their own dick up your ass by the end of the night."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Cheol."

Seungcheol reaches up his back pocket and brings out a condom.

"Here. A souvenir from me."

Mingyu shies away from Seungcheol with a laugh and Seungcheol laughs with him.

"Jeonghan and I won't use it anyways. So, have it. Stay safe."

Mingyu reaches for it and Seungcheol hands it to him.

"How about you guys? Won't you need it."

"Let me just say-" Seungcheol wiggles his brows. "-that Jeonghan and I got tested and we be getting it bare."

"Oh god Seungcheol please don't share your sexual escapades of the both of you with me. It's bad to hear you guys fucking in the other room, it's worse to know how you guys do it."

"Is it that obvious how my baby boy loves calling me daddy?"

Jeonghan pops his head out from Seungcheol's room to look at them with a smile.

"Did daddy call for me?"

"For fucks sake!" Mingyu quickly runs to his room to close the door behind him.

"Be out in an hour and a half, Gyu." Jeonghan shouts from the other side of the door. "Daddy needs me now."

Mingyu just sighs and drops his bag by the door, connecting his phone to his speakers to blast loud music, forgetting whatever worry he has.

When the three of them steps inside the club, Mingyu is quickly left alone to watch Seungcheol and Jeonghan disappear through the crowd of grinding bodies. Mingyu walks to the bar and orders a hot of tequila, downs it in one go with his face distorting in disgust.

He isn't really a big fan of shots, but tonight he plans to get plastered enough to get horny.

He stays at the bar, downing every shot given to him by the bartender. His senses slowly become liquid. But he hears it before he sees it.

The vibration, the voice he yearns to hear since that night. It was loud enough to hear, to feel deep in his chest.

He turns to look around but he hears it better despite the loud music blasting in the club; it's lke he is destined to feel the voice deep into his existence.

"I'll head to the rooftop. Just text me if you want to leave or if you're going home by yourself." The voice says to someone, probably a friend.

He searches for the staircase, and when he spots it, he sees feet going up with careful steps.

Mingyu hesitates if he wants to meet the stranger again, but he could feel the cosmos telling him that it is only fate to meet him. And so he does.

He climbs up the stairs gingerly and opens the door. The cold breeze hits him softly as he steps out to the roof top.

He sees a man staring up the sky, sitting on the ledge of the building.

He could hear it first before he sees it, the hum of a song he is familiar but cannot remember, with the tapping of fingertips on cement.

Then he catches the man's eyes and he remembers it like it was only yesterday. It was shining just like how it is supposed to, but it was accompanied with skin glowing like the moon.

The man was beautiful, and if he could describe the man on front of him, he would describe him as the most beautiful star he has ever seen.

Mingyu sits beside the man quietly but he watches his breath come evenly, his eyes still focused in the sky.

"You'll get a stiff neck if you look up too much, stranger." Mingyu says playfully.

The man looks at him with a small smile and he laughs.

"That sounds familiar." The stranger says as he goes back to looking at the stars.

"You know, I met a man a month or so ago who was in the same situation as me; he was lonely and looked at the stars with so much sadness, it was like he looked at the stars like it wasn't the most beautiful thing in this universe."

Mingyu merely hums as he watches cars drive by the club below hum and lights flicker from the city lights.

"But I saw him look at the stars and think that we we were the same; we were the same dust in the universe that was meant to collide and become a star. I don't believe in soul mates, but I think that man is fated to save me. I just wish i wasn't too much of a coward to ask for his name."

Mingyu could feel his heart pound against his chest as he locks eyes as with the stranger.

"You know, you have the same eyes as him. It's also so beautiful but also filled with so much sadness."

Mingyu smiles then, his eyes going softer as their eye contact stretches time.

"Mingyu."

The stranger furrows his brows at the mention of his name.

"The name's Kim Mingyu. I was that man staring at the sky at the swings that night."

The stranger's smile was the widest he has ever seen.

"I'm Jeon Wonwoo. It's so nice to meet you." Wonwoo stands to offer his hand for a shake and Mingyu gives back while sitting.

"It really is you." Wonwoo says as he stares at Mingyu's eyes, mesmerized. "I've memorized how your eyes gleam since that fated night."

"I'm flattered, Wonwoo."

Wonwoo smile goes wider and Mingyu only noticed now how the corners of Wonwoo's eyes make a comet.

"You're my muse, Mingyu. I hope you continue to be my muse."

"Your muse?"

"Oh, you are, Mingyu."

He watches Wonwoo sit back beside him with a smile and he could see Wonwoo's fingers are careful around his wrists; Mingyu wants to hold them, to see if he could hold the moon in his own hands, keep him close to bring light to the nights he would find solitude in.

"You don't understand Mingyu. I'm a writer, I should be able to write about anything but ever since my brother's death, all I could think of is to mourn. It's really taking a toll on me. But when I met you, I saw the universe in your eyes and I really had to write it down immediately."

Wonwoo locks eyes with Mingyu and they both smile in unison. The night becomes brighter, Mingyu thinks, because he could suddenly feel the fire in his chest shine brighter, his heart warmer as he follows the curves of Wonwoo's lips and the dimple on his cheek.

"Let me read it someday."

"Someday. When fate is truly on our side, when the edge of tonight creeps unto us."

Mingyu remembers it - the songs that Seungcheol plays loud - but he remembers it.

You're the beat playing in my heart.

You keep me alive on the edge of tonight.

And when Wonwoo leaves, giving Mingyu his number, a kiss on the cheek, and warmth in his chest, he thinks he has a new song to sing for the moon to lay witness on how the dust starts something brighter than any love they could imagine.