𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙰 [ 𝙰 L𝚎𝚎 K𝚗𝚘𝚠 Story ]

9~ Boo.

After a long and stressful day, Han finally had the time to shower. He had decided to clean up after his much-needed shower. He felt tired and sweaty and the warm water was helping his sore joints to relax.

He lathered some shampoo on the palm of his hand and started massaging his scalp with it. A delightful tune echoed through the fogged-up bathroom.

"My first love broke my heart for the first time

And I was like...

Baby, baby, baby oooh
Like baby, baby, baby nooo-"

A sudden knock at his door interrupted his little concert.

"Yes~" Han replied in a sing-song voice, still in the mood for singing.

"In case you are done, I need to use the bathroom too~" the voice outside replied while matching his tune with the song that Han was singing.

"Well, I'm almost done~" Han quickly rinsed out the soap that was on his head and wrapped a towel around his body, still humming the catchy tune under his breath.

"Okay~" Minho's voice was as sweet as ever. He went back and sat by their beds, calmly waiting for his roommate to come out.

Han had a wide smile on his face, finally feeling refreshed. He opened the door only to come face to face with a terrifying scene.

He realized that the boy who was calling him sweetly just a few seconds ago was now sitting on the carpeted floor with a week worth of garbage bags, which consisted of snacks wrappers, placed all around him like a make-shift border. He had the most angelic smile plastered on his perfect lips. But there was a storm brewing inside those piercing dark eyes.

Han's breath was stuck in his throat. His eyes shifted to Minho's left hand that was holding a roll of tissue paper. All the blood drained from his face. He slowly stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. If only he was not so immersed in the Justin Bieber song, he would have noticed Minho's voice.

Han sent a silent prayer to all the Gods above. He promised that he would never lie or do bad with others. If it was his time to finally kick the bucket, he regretted not visiting Disney land for once.

An image of the dreadful roll of tissues flashed in his mind making him shiver in fear. He didn't want any tissue going down his throat, not after all the things that he had to endure throughout the day.

"Come out!" Minho raised his voice, getting impatient.

He was shaking his leg, getting more and more irritated by the second. He was exhausted, dirty, and missed his cats. So, when he had entered a room full of garbage bags, his temper had skyrocketed to the temperature of the Sahara desert during the middle of the summer.

"The more time you waste, the more tissue you swallow. Think wisely," he warned, anger dripping from his voice.

Minho smirked as soon as the bathroom door opened slightly. A wet-headed Han peeked out of the small crack, his face full of horror.

"I c-can explain Minho. Please, h-hear me out first" Han stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Minho rolled his eyes but seeing Han's desperate expression, he decided to give him a chance to explain.

"Well, speak up!"

Han flinched at the tone but his mind went blank. He just stared at his friend, not knowing how to start his bizarre story and make it remotely believable for Minho.

Minho sighed once again, "Why were you showering at a time like this? What were you even doing that kept you from throwing all this trash?!"

"I-i was really busy today." Han stuttered. The cold air was too much to handle as he was literally standing there with only a wet towel around his waist.