Cigarette | seho

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If someone ever walked up to Junmyeon in broad daylight and asked him if drugs were okay, he'd say, "Hell no, you dumbass," and continue writing an article on that same subject. But never ever in a million years did he think that those crude little crystals or liquids or whatever form drugs came in would ever be okay if he just got a little taste of it from time to time.

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Apartments are expensive. Yes, yes, everybody knows that, even Junmyeon knew it. It's just that he didn't think it was y'know "How the hell am I supposed live?" expensive.

So when Junmyeon finally decided to move out of his previous home into his own spacious complex, he set out to find a new roommate, fast. It wasn't easy though, because Junmyeon happened to be picky about his future flatmate. He had "no room to talk" his friends constantly reminded him over drinks when the issue came up. There was a reason why his previous roommates urged him to "go out and explore the world in your own space."

Junmyeon didn't think he was too narrow minded, though. All he asked for was his opposite: someone clean, skilled with food, and not lazy. His friends kept telling him that that combo was unrealistic and that he should skim it down before his spending money does. And he almost believed them; he almost took down those papers hanging around his old dorm, workplace, and favorite diners and bars. That is until that sweet Sunday morning came with chiming bells that sounded like his doorbell.

He thought it was just a package not even realizing that it's Sunday, the day post offices close and when potential roommates should come find him. So with heavy footsteps around his already messy room, he trudged near the front door when that god awful sound came bursting through his home. He absentmindedly scratched his stubble while reaching for the door handle with half closed eyes. A soft yawn couldn't help but escape his mouth as he came face to face with his future roommate and future hopeless crush.

"Hi, I'm Yixing. I heard you're looking for a roommate?" Pearly teeth and a pretty face was all that Junmyeon wanted to remember from that wretched yet blessed day till the end of time.

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Work. We all need it to survive whether it's 1200 BCE or 2100 CE. "It's the most important aspect of your life, so you better make it worthwhile." That's one of his favorite quotes. Not Junmyeon, he could care less about things like that. No, it's perfect, heavenly Yixing's words that Junmyeon remembers from their first months together as he yawns into his styrofoam coffee cup and glares at the blinding computer screen.

Only 3200 more words to go and he's free for the rest of the week. That's about eight 400 word paragraphs or forty 80 word paragraphs. He keeps debating it in his mind as he eyes his keyboard, amazed by its power to control his fate. He doesn't notice the hassle other workmates make around him as he zones out, not until his boss's low, booming voice travels throughout the room.

"Ahem, may I please have your attention." Junmyeon's already struggling to get out of his seat without looking unprofessional. "Today we have a new edition to our lovely magazine. Please, introduce yourself." He's finally weaved his way into the front of the circle before he loses his breath in the same second he lays eyes on the man before him.

"Ah, yes. Hello everyone, I'm Oh Sehun. I've just completed undergraduate school, and I'm currently studying popular culture and fashion. I hope to be a extraordinary writer here, and I'd appreciate everyone's support and aid." With that short and effective greeting, pearly whites (maybe even whiter than Yixing's) blinded Junmyeon's eyes and everyone else's, too.

All thoughts of how Junmyeon was going to orchestrate his article went out the window as he drank in the younger's appealing appearance. He couldn't take his off of him for a second, and Junmyeon could tell that Sehun knew it too. And the universe just happened to be on his side as his boss guided Sehun to an empty desk right in front of Junmyeon, even asking him to take the younger as his underling.